120. My Wife Is No Demon (Two-in-One)

Pei Xiunian felt his heart skip a beat. He had assumed that his earlier use of the Heavenly Eye had been detected, only to realize that the target of the Daoist nun’s surprise was not him at all.

The demonic aura she mentioned was, of course, present in this tavern.

Pei Xiunian looked at the Qingqiu Imperial Princess beside him, her fox ears standing tall. As a fox demon of the purest lineage, Su Zhixiu naturally possessed that very aura. Although her path differed from those who cultivated as demons in the mountains, it was still…

However, Chu Tian, having reached the rank of Supreme God of the First Order, unleashed the Devil-Buddha Sealing God Technique with such overwhelming power that the monk’s struggles were futile, until the master of the hall appeared in a beam of white light to express his gratitude to Chu Tian.

Jiang Yuxuan could not immediately distinguish the subtle differences, but one thing was certain: the strength of the avatar was far inferior to that of the original body. Judging by the demeanor of the Plague God and Taishang Laojun, both seemed to hold Brother Tian in great awe, or perhaps, it was more akin to fear and reverence.

Subsequently, Chu Tian began to attack the Spirit-Swallowing Beast, gradually subduing it. The crowd outside the barrier looked on with envy, clearly shocked that the inconspicuous Chu Tian was so formidable.

Fang Yizhou spoke up, and the other Ten Heroes offered their congratulations as well; even Feng Jian could not remain aloof and added a word of flattery.

To his surprise, however, after those loose immortals flew over, they knelt in unison before Zhang Qian.

Wei Ziqing struck first, and the winds and clouds surged. A violent gale rose, the very heavens becoming restless in response to his fury.

Qin Fengming shrieked, twisting her body violently, but with her hands bound behind her back, she could not hide the beauty of her chest. Instead, her struggles only caused the sharp dagger to slice her neck, drawing blood.

Zhang Yutao was so terrified he froze in place; he could tell from that cold shout that it was clearly directed at him.

If the Third Prince were here in person, let alone whether he could defeat this uncle, the city lord, even if he simply wished to leave, the sword-focused city lord would certainly be unable to stop him.

Having said this, he bowed to his two friends and walked out. The two looked toward Mengzhu; though she felt somewhat awkward, she could only force a smile and followed Ji Qing out with Alan.

Although the Silver Wolf had long since frozen the surrounding flames, it was clearly fearful of Xiao Yan’s new fire. It was not the heat of the flames that it feared, but the countless drifting silhouettes within them.

He moved slowly, as if practicing Tai Chi. Around him, and beneath his feet, the stars were dense. It appeared as though Guo Lin had used great divine power to shift himself into the depths of the cosmos, yet in reality, he remained right before the eyes of Ji Zhu, who stared in shock, less than a hundred meters away.

Ling Yu smiled awkwardly, "Thank you for understanding." Yu Xuerui looked at Ling Yu and smiled as well, her expression as radiant as a blooming flower.

"Heavenly Ancestor, you..." Xiaoyan did not know what to say next. He wanted to ask Xiao Tian to stay, but could find no excuse. Xiao Tian was his only kin on this continent, and he hoped Xiao Tian could accompany him through this most difficult time.

Li Yan was an all-element mage, a trait primarily determined by his mutated mental power. However, in terms of pure elemental affinity, he was a fire-attribute mage. When Chris first discovered his immense magical talent, he had been trained as a fire mage.

March 13th. Guo Lin rose early. Today was the quarter-final round of the Arena of Sin. He took out a teleportation scroll and first made a trip to the strange old house he had visited three days prior.

He looked into the distance and saw two bedraggled figures slowly retreating toward the southwest at the edge of the beast tide, followed closely by a hundred blood wolves.

Ye Xueying seemed unwilling to move, but at that moment, a bullet flew toward them. Ye Chengxuan immediately tackled them to the ground and caught the pistol tossed by Lei Ming.