"Next time we meet, I hope to see that your words and deeds are in harmony."

The attitude is obviously better.

In the lingering sound, the primordial spirit of Empress Sandaoshan quickly dissipated, and the prying just now seemed to have exhausted her strength.

gone? Phew, finally left. Dealing with a boss of this level makes people feel uneasy. Zhang Yuanqing found that he had regained control of his body and confirmed that the old clapper had left.

Although the old clapper left, the power obtained from the sacrifice did not disappear immediately, and declined at a constant speed.

Without the old clapper, he became the heir to the powerful sun power in his body. This power was sourced from the blazing sun mark on his forehead and connected to his sea of ??consciousness, all under his control.

He tried to use the spiritual body to communicate with the mark on his forehead, compressing the divine power of the sun on his fingertips, and with a "chi", a three-foot-long golden flame spewed out.

As soon as his thoughts changed, the divine power of the sun turned into swords, guns, swords and bows according to his thoughts, changing shapes arbitrarily.

Strangely, this force is not unfamiliar to him, but has an unspeakable familiarity.

Probably due to frequent use of the crouching pestle, the body got used to the divine power of the sun?

Zhang Yuanqing didn't continue the experience, he immediately looked towards the exit of the park with a strong sun imprinted between his brows.

He still has a lot of work to do before his power is completely drained.

At this time, the plants in the park were burned to ashes all over the ground under the erosion of the scorching sun, and several carbonized trees stood bare and smoked.

At the exit of the park, Zhao Chenghuang, Jiang Jingwei, and Kou Beiyue were confronting Bai Wuji and others.

Guan Ya guarded Asano Ryo, who lost too much blood and was unconscious.

Zhang Yuanqing rode a gust of scorching wind, whizzed across the devastated park, came to the sky above the crowd, and looked down at the mountain ghost camp from a condescending height.

As the scorching wind raged, the six members of the Mountain Ghost camp backed away again and again, like mice driven into a corner, their faces were bloodless, and their eyes looked like people at the end of their rope, with only despair left.

"Chi~"

Zhang Yuanqing stretched his right arm forward, and the palm spewed out golden light, condensing into a big bow.

Pulling the bowstring, aiming at nothing taboo, said:

"What last words?"

Bai Wuji took a sip and said viciously, "You're cheating, I won't accept it!"

He has tough bones all over, he doesn't beg for mercy, some are only unwilling.

This killing dungeon was clearly won by the mountain ghost camp. The moment the demon god of the bleeding pool was summoned, the "development" of the dungeon had reached its limit, and they were the ones who won.

"This is also the power I exchanged for with my life. If using power other than the dungeon is cheating, it is cheating."

To be precise, it was obtained in exchange for Natou... Zhang Yuanqing added inwardly.

He pulled the bowstring, and bright golden light spewed from his fingertips, condensing into a brilliant arrow.

There is no taboo to stop talking nonsense, hold your head high, and die calmly.

In the years since he became a spiritual practitioner, he has killed many people and was almost killed many times. Not to mention being indifferent to life and death, at least he is enlightened.

If you lose, you lose. The winner and the loser have been like this since ancient times. JrNovels.com