Ethan Ye was sure that what was recorded on the black armor must be that kind of precious magic. He had been trying to practice it, but to no avail. He was so deeply involved in it that he even lost his mind. After countless unsuccessful attempts, he had to give up.
When Ethan Ye was surrounded by more than a dozen Spirit Kings and was nearly forced to take out this thing, in a hurry he caused the patterns outlined on the armor plates to resonate, and the corresponding spiritual power in his body was drained in an instant. He unexpectedly comprehended the fur by accident, and easily killed a man. In a moment, one person was killed. Before everyone could react to what was happening, the dead man actually crawled and bit the seriously injured fellow disciple. This scene reminded people of the densely packed rotten corpses in the evil land. Ethan Ye gasped and had to ask for help from the ancient beast. He killed more than a dozen people at a huge cost. At that time, his body had been stretched to the limit, and he would be in danger of dying if he stayed a little longer, so he planned to heal the part first.
This happened within the Shangqing Immortal Sect. Once the news of the corpse's mutation spread, the consequences would be disastrous.
"Hey! I exchanged half of my blood and energy. You really didn't fool me. All the disciples died at that time?" The one asking was the ancient beast. Ethan Ye rushed to the place where the strange and sinister laugh came from at the fastest speed. He was short of blood and energy and his face looked very ugly.
The ring flashed red, and the shadow of the tiny ancient beast flashed by. An old voice sounded in the sea of consciousness: "Little ghost, please be more respectful. This Saint will do it personally, and of course no one will be spared. If the head is smashed, the person will die without a doubt, and the soul will leave the body and enter the reincarnation."
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