Chapter 134: The Blood Moon Returns

Ye Cheng widened his eyes and peered into the coffin.
Nothing. There was absolutely nothing!
The bloodstains on the floor of the coffin were still vivid; they were the wounds left behind when his master had been severely injured by a giant demon. When he had buried him, those wounds were still dripping blood.
But now, his master's body was gone!
Ye Cheng felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his heart consumed with rage...
This made me even more confused. How did these nether flames appear in the first place? Since history recorded two such occurrences, why was there no documentation of how they manifested or how they vanished?
I offered a faint smile. Regardless of everything, I could finally state that request now, couldn't I?
"And if I don't believe you?" He interrupted her, his gaze heavy. Having seen her with Ye Nanqing time and time again, how could he possibly believe her?
Outside the door, Ah Ling did not know where to go, so she wandered over to an empty space to wait.
Jun Haizhou looked at Bai Zhuyun. Most of the man's body was already soaked through by the rain, and water was constantly dripping from his hair. Yet, his gaze remained piercingly bright in the darkness, revealing a trace of longing.
Jin Lisi watched Cham vanish before her eyes and shed a single tear—just one.
"Thank you, Mr. Liu. I will report this matter to our proprietor; I believe he should be aware of it as well. We certainly won't end up being arrested," Manager Fan said, expressing his sincere gratitude.
Six hours passed, and people were still entering. Even after another six hours, they were still filing in. It was not until the sun rose the next day that all five million people had finally entered.
While Tiga was deep in thought, Zongfang and the others were not idle; they did their utmost to hold back Golza, preventing it from disturbing Tiga.
In the midst of the endless darkness, the red glow became increasingly dazzling, and Lin Ming suddenly felt a sense of overwhelming agitation.
I do not possess the immortality of the Creators, so sooner or later, I will die.
Upon reaching the riverbank, Lan Jing'er jumped in without hesitation. Just as she had anticipated, it was not cold at all, even though it was autumn.
Perhaps the police station was busy; Lin Hao had still not returned. They really worked hard; since I had been staying at his house, I rarely saw him get off work on time. Perhaps I was just too tired from yesterday and hadn't recovered, as I fell asleep shortly after lying down.
Once a martial artist reaches the Phantom God realm, unless there is a massive disparity in strength, battles can drag on for months without a clear victor. The more evenly matched the combatants, the longer the fight.
Seeing Jiang Shan's beautiful face flushed red under the lights, so full of charm and allure, Zhang Mingyu felt a slight stirring in his heart.
Finding a worthy opponent was difficult. Zhang Mingyu intended to cultivate Gu Chunqiu, so even though he saw that Gu was already showing signs of defeat, he remained a cold observer, showing no intention of intervening.
It wasn't that the two of them didn't want to move, but their bodies felt completely hollowed out. The moves they had just unleashed were unprecedented; not to mention Beichen's technique, which had consumed his exclusive energy, leaving him effectively crippled.
Relying on strong military power and booming maritime trade, Islamic teachings arriving from China made a powerful landing in Southeast Asia.
For some reason, Beichen suddenly remembered the time Miao Yu'er had gotten drunk and beaten him up, and he couldn't help but break into a cold sweat.
If he had another five years, the aristocratic clans would no longer be a match for him. By then, the West Turkic Joint Trading Group would likely possess enough strength to crush the Shandong Aristocratic Joint Trading Group. If war were to break out then, Su Ning would have enough confidence to completely rout the Shandong clans, but as of now, that confidence was less than forty percent.