If you forcibly use the "Great Freedom Realm" to apply it to yourself, it will inevitably alert the snake through the grass, alarming the one behind this Abbot Bodhi.
However, Song Yan had already thought this through when he made his move.
At this moment, he looked at this Abbot Bodhi and spoke slowly, word by word: "I... am... your..."
The feeling of cause and effect was accumulating, the cold brought by the Wa Text Curse was spreading, he assessed if he could withstand it, and continued: "The good friend my master always wanted to meet."
As the words fell, a few layers of the Divine Forms Demon Body were stripped away, but it was entirely within the acceptable range. Obviously... this little one named "Abbot Bodhi" also has a little one as a master.
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Brush!
Above the giant dragon corpse, a black shadow suddenly lifted its head, its eerie gaze filled with an irrepressible heat, looking toward the distant Cultivation Profound Land experiencing apocalypse.
