"What? The inpatient department caught fire? We're going over there immediately!" Li Yang's face changed, and he rushed out of the office.
After all, the inpatient department was full of patients. If anything happened to them, it would be a huge problem.
Du Wen hurriedly urged his qi and blood to dissolve this aura, but it was counterproductive. As soon as his qi and blood touched this aura, they were devoured. The aura rapidly grew stronger, in turn dissolving his qi and blood. Du Wen was greatly shocked and quickly withdrew his attack, focusing all his efforts on dissolving this aura.
"Your Majesty! Emperor Daifos!..." As the two were talking, familiar shouts came from not far away.
The Origin Star Tree bears fruit by drawing the power of the Heavenly Stars from the higher levels of the God-Demon Battlefield. But what if this Origin Star Tree were located in the higher levels of the God-Demon Battlefield? The power of the Heavenly Stars it could absorb would likely be millions of times greater than in the middle levels of the God-Demon Battlefield. What kind of treasure would the Origin Star Fruit it bore then be?
If he detected it, it would be the moment of his utter destruction. Ling Du Yu had not wanted to come down in the first place.
Houtu had become a Saint while retaining her Witch Clan body. Recovering to her previous Ancestral Witch true form was only a matter of time. If one of the twelve Ancestral Witches who set up the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Array was a Saint, one could hardly imagine how much the power of the Pangu true form would increase.
Finally, Zhang Qiang let out an angry roar, increasing his strength again, directly pushing the pig demon to the ground and smashing his fist towards the pig demon's head.
In the Pangu Hall, the twelve Ancestral Witches were diligently practicing the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Array. After hundreds of years of refinement, Chi You had completely grasped the essence of the great array, and his coordination with the other Ancestral Witches had become increasingly tacit. Everything was developing in a good direction.
Ma Long shouted a reminder, and the others had already discovered the anomaly. They had long since resisted with their immortal power, forming defensive shields around their bodies to prevent the demonic energy from invading their bodies.
When Poridamas arrived in Sparta, he saw that the land was sparsely populated and had some premonitions. Therefore, after receiving the definite reply from the council of elders, he did not show any surprise, disappointment, or other negative emotions. He calmly thanked the Spartans for their frankness and then set off for his own country.
If the fourth one could be collected and form a Four Tripod formation, then even the Soul Hook Hall Master would not be an opponent.
However, during this process, under the hint of Wang Zheng's Divine Transformation Art, Master Senka suddenly worried that this potion would still give birth to a demon, so he attached great importance to Stephen's character.
"Hoo hoo hoo..." Ku Han Tai Sui laughed again, as if mocking Li Xian's overestimation of his own abilities.
Li Xian rolled Duolan, who was wrapped by the golden energy wave and golden clouds, into the Ghost King Space.
He looked at the Emperor, who clearly had not expected this either. He was gritting his teeth in hatred, struggling in his heart.
Under Li Zhengyuan's extremely reluctant gaze, they took the elevator all the way to the ground floor and entered the lobby. At this moment, there were quite a few wealthy young masters and ladies registering to check in. Some service staff were also active in the lobby. As Lu Zheng and the others came up, they immediately attracted many people's attention.
Emerging from the Pangu Spirit Stone Space, Mu Yuchen took a few more sips of immortal wine before resting.
Because Wang Wanshui's snoring was too loud, and Chen Bujian did not want to waste his mental power to interfere with the auditory information of the entire class, preventing Wang Wanshui's snoring from reaching their ears.
The history teacher would take attendance once at the beginning of class, then stop his tenor-like recitation midway through the class for a second roll call, and finally take attendance again five minutes before the end of class.