Chapter 145: One of the Uses of Wood Release Chakra

This is a vast expanse of farmland in the Land of Waves. Once, this place was a rugged, mountainous terrain, riddled with jagged rocks and overgrown with wild grass. Later, Naruto brought in advanced engineering machinery; those massive steel beasts roared, completely leveling the mountains. As the work progressed, boulders tumbled and dust billowed, eventually leaving behind a wide, flat stretch of land. Transforming this into fertile soil would have originally taken several years.

I grew more bewildered the more I listened. I have to admit, Zhu Qingyun’s logical capabilities are so formidable that they have reached a level I can barely comprehend. For thirty years, I have been nothing more than an ordinary person, and I have no desire to be dragged into the inexplicable power struggles of those big shots. Even if these events have already become an unavoidable reality.

The python never dreamed that after carrying such deadly poisonous mist, it would be roasted by someone using fire?

Unlike the people of the Five Regions Continent who believe the Martial Emperors of the Dark Moon Realm are possessed by immortals, he knew very well that this was merely a strand of pure martial soul power left behind by an immortal.

"Hahaha!" A burst of laughter erupted from the Central Plains camp. Although Bai Yan's strike moments ago was enough to shake one's soul, these aging overlords have experienced too much slaughter and witnessed too many heroes; yet, in the end, the one standing tall before the three armies with a blade in hand was still one of their own.

His figure moved like the wind, his strikes as swift as lightning. With every blow he landed, a cultivator would fall unconscious, their storage bag snatched away and the magical artifacts in their hands vanishing into thin air.

Ding Changsheng smiled and leaned in to whisper the situation regarding Aaliyah into her ear; a look of astonishment crossed Shi Meizhen’s face.

When Tang Yun walked out of the tunnel and actually entered this so-called nest, he was stunned.

The heart of the mountain had been shattered by the Yin-Slayer Celestial Orb, and all defenses had been destroyed. On the surface, it appeared to be the perfect moment to slip away quietly.

Dang Ronggui stopped speaking. Ding Changsheng felt a bit dizzy, but after hearing this exchange, he understood a few things, so he didn't ask further. Moreover, Ding Changsheng could tell that the relationship between Dang Ronggui and Ke Yan was likely not very good, which surprised him somewhat.

Su Lin’s eyes narrowed slightly. He moved rapidly, employing the Void Phantom Body Art and the Ink Lotus Garment to engage the wild beast in a skirmish.

His robe hem fluttered violently. The gathered Yin energy condensed into threads around Gui Yi, weaving a chessboard with him at the center. Star projections appeared upon it—Tianpeng, Tianrui, Tianchong, and Tianfu—blooming with brilliant colors as his sleeves swept through the air, the nine stars flickering on and off.

In that room, Wang Zhiqing, dressed in green, was entering from outside and walking slowly toward the railing.

In Luo Li’s room, the conversation between his father, Luo Zhuoyang, and his mother could be heard. Luo Li, who had originally intended to rush out of the room, turned ash-gray upon hearing their words.

Practitioners of ancient martial arts are all incredibly agile and possess immense power, some even transcending human limits. If you were to let them wield guns on top of that, who could possibly stop them?

Those core components only needed to be purchased in bulk from Fuso; once transported back to the country, they only required simple assembly.

Zhong Libai couldn't be bothered to care about other people's business. After eating braised pork in the afternoon, he went back to work in the fields, with Lu Tianxian following along to pull weeds.

"You dare!" Shi Yu spoke these two words with such overwhelming dominance that Du Feng, who still had much to say, swallowed his words instantly.

Ouyang Ruo was deeply shaken. She looked up toward the source of the voice and was startled to see Zen Master Rongde. She hurriedly rose to greet him. When she was a meter away, she knelt in haste and said, "Why trouble Zen Master Rongde to come here? Your humble servant..." She choked up, a thousand words caught in her throat, not knowing how to begin.

Of course, he also recalled that a larger piece of Yin-Star Jade was in Fang Zhongran’s hands. However, after Fang Zhongran obtained that jade plate and felt its miraculous effects, he naturally would not give it to anyone else.

The golden Buddha statue above the Qinghua Palace suddenly looked toward the Lingxiao Hall. That single gaze seemed to pierce through time and space, seeing into the heart of Mu Zhen, seeing him sitting alone by the stone statue, tapping on a wooden fish.

Zheng Ji agreed, saying, "You did the right thing." This San Hu, who used to be all about fighting and killing, could be quite meticulous at times.

Typical assassin classes would display a fashion mode, usually wearing a tight-fitting suit. Of course, if one could have clothing like the night-walking gear from the original world, that would be best; if not, one could only wear sportswear—at least it would be convenient for moving one's limbs.

For a yearning that had lasted over a decade, Li Guangmang and Yang Bing still couldn't control their excitement when it finally became reality, even though it would be effortless for both of them to build a villa now.

Yuan Xing approached slowly, in no hurry at all; halfway there, he even hunted an antelope.

"You saw it yourself, that’s the situation. The person has long since vanished without a trace," Jiang Long shrugged, his face full of helplessness.

For a moment, the blood-red clouds at the horizon echoed the scene. Liu Tian’s figure suddenly collapsed onto the ground. But then, while Liu Tian was completely bewildered by the situation, every muscle and every organ in his body began to roar in agony.

This finger finally pressed down, like a javelin thrusting fiercely, carrying a sharp intensity and a scorching heat wave that swept in all directions, shaking the entire area.

The next day, Ye Feng returned to his guest room and stayed there for the entire day, consolidating his cultivation at the sixth level of the Qi Refining stage.

"Absurd! Utterly absurd! Are you police officers? What is the difference between this kind of private lynching and torturing a suspect into a false confession?" Han Guotao was truly furious. Perhaps moments ago his anger stemmed from being slighted, but at this very moment, it was purely the righteous indignation of an old policeman and a veteran criminal investigator.