After deliberately babbling, he squeezed his legs, urging the Golden-eyed Beast forward in a mad dash.
At this moment in his mind, it was like this: "While this guy is dealing with pollution and his heart soul is in chaos, I will seize Tuluo back. Henceforth, whether he lives or dies, it has nothing to do with me."
Admittedly, True Monarch Cang Si was playing his cards well.
Unfortunately, he miscalculated.
When Tao Qian received the sword, his heart soul was fully absorbed within, beginning to exempt from pollution.
As for the preliminary burst of filth, he simply ignored it.
He let the resentment on the sword and the immensely intense thoughts of ferocious gods and demons surge together, controlling his body, and swung the broken sword with extreme ferocity straight at True Monarch Cang Si, who was conveniently charging forward.
"Noisy!"
"Demon Cleansing!"
Even during mutation, Tao Buddha's son still remembered to use the most suitable sword moves for the enemy.
