Chapter 13152 — Let's Try Forming a Formation

Iron Wall Number One frowned and proposed, "How about we stop and try forming a formation?"

At these words, the others were all visibly tempted.

"I think that's a good idea. If we keep running like this, we'll only draw in more and more self-detonating ancient mosquitoes. Better to hold our ground—that way, at least we won't provoke any beyond our range."

"Exactly! The way we're running, unless we detonate every last self-detonating ancient mosquito in the whole secret realm, we'll never be able to stop!"

The Iron Wall members chimed in one after another.

Hearing this, Qiu Gan gave a bitter smile...

In an instant, the light radiating from the hammer lit up heaven and earth, destroying all darkness—and at the same time, it engulfed Dr. Nitara.

He could not shake the feeling that his ever-thoughtful elder brother was now casting an approving look his way.

Ever since Chen Bao had taken Ni Pei and the others, and learned that his own kin were safe and sound, his mood had eased considerably, and he could devote his energy to the task at hand.

They crashed to the ground one after another, heavy as hailstones, and everyone stared up at the sky in curiosity.

In that instant, several massive skulls, howling malevolent ghosts riding gusts of sinister wind, and cold, seething ghost fires closed in to surround Yan Tong. And that shrill wailing of ghosts seemed determined to bore its way into Yan Tong's mind.

"Trading this one performance for a certain amount of time to develop?" Yun Xiao seemed to catch on, and asked.

Perhaps because flame and ice were naturally opposed, even though the chill pouring into his body multiplied several times over, Ye Shu instantly released the Three Yang True Fire, wrapping it around his flesh and meridians—and still he withstood the onrushing cold.

Only now did he realize that he had been dragged into these affairs, and that the ordinary way of thinking from daily life was utterly useless here. The cruelty of it was beyond what ordinary people could imagine. How could he possibly understand that the warm hospitality he was receiving here was, in truth, the status of a hostage?

"If the old doesn't go, how can the new ever come?" Shi Hui tossed the bag in her hand onto the long table.

Lin Xifan chuckled. If Chen Yang knew that the Ghost King had also become his grandfather, he would probably be even more speechless.

At this point, the fat repair master paused and began to study the fragments of the dharma banners carefully.

"Put your belly at ease—am I, Li Shouzi, that kind of person?" He said this and burst out laughing.

"Fellow Daoist Ning is too polite. I come to you now merely in the capacity of a disciple of the Yuren Sect. Well then, Fellow Daoist Ning, would you take a trip with Qiao'er?" Chen Qiao'er's jade-like eyes flickered as she spoke calmly to Wei Yan.

Chen Shuang watched from the side, stifling a laugh, while Gu Xiaobei rolled her eyes helplessly. In truth, ever since she learned she was pregnant, Li Haonan had been in this state—apart from breathing, which he could not do for her, he had taken over virtually everything.

Although Li Haonan had been somewhat disappointed that the child was a boy, now that the baby was born and he had laid eyes on his son, he naturally adored him—and adored him beyond measure.

Li Haonan's smile was arrogant and unbridled, lashing mercilessly at Gu Xiaobei's heart. She could not help clenching her fists. She was foolish; her recklessness had only given Li Haonan one more joke to laugh at, and one more chance to make a fool of He Zijun.

"Sophie, don't worry! We'll definitely help you get your godhood back!" Wang Biao said, thumping his chest.

After a few bitter laughs, Wei Yan glanced at Fan Mengxin again, then took the jade slip.

Because the Li family could not enter the palace, Fourth Master gathered with the Second Prince from the front courtyard at the gate before dawn.

Luo Yi was many years older than Chu Qingming, and like an ordinary parent, she accompanied the boy who had just finished school for a meal, and bought him a few sets of suitable clothes along the way.

After Chen Yun finished tidying up, he nudged Bai Cao, who was sprawled on the sofa, and Bai Cao made room for him.

On the earlier trip to the front courtyard, she had made no particular effort with her appearance, and one could say there was a good reason for that: as a concubine, she had few presentable things to dress herself up with.