Despicable, shameless, cruel!
In Song Lin's camp, no more words about Earth Evil and Heavenly Slaughter.
"You are clever, if defecting, take us with you."
Earth Evil spoke word by word.
"Count me in as well."
The two were utterly disappointed, finding no place for themselves in this Taoist School.
"No rush."
Song Lin looked at Ziyun.
With Zhi Xin's death.
Ziyun's body emitted light, and the Pure Yang Primordial Spirit leaped out.
"What?"
Ziyun's face changed drastically, her beautiful face twisted.
The Primordial Spirit was covered in silver threads, wrapping it like a net, tightly binding this big fish of a spirit.
"Divine Intent Brightness? Impossible!"
Wasn't Zhi Xin dead?
No, that's not right!
This was generated by her own Primordial Spirit!
Other people's spells can be broken, but how to break a spell generated by one's own power, yet uncontrollable?
Does it mean she must commit suicide?
Woosh!
