Now, it has become a means for Ah Wei to pass the time.
In the room, Xu Guang closed his eyes, and details of the nine kinds of Sacred Bodies kept flashing through his mind.
After becoming a Narrator, he found that his memory had reached an unimaginable level, as if... there was no possibility of forgetting anything.
The nine kinds of Sacred Bodies, each with their own strengths and weaknesses, Xu Guang was still making his choice.
In fact, under the Bodhi Tree, he vaguely felt that he might be able to integrate the strengths of the nine kinds of Sacred Bodies?
Five days later.
The rain was pouring continuously.
Xu Guang dressed in black, his palms moving like swimming dragons, capturing and releasing at will, appearing and disappearing, gathering Qi Force to create phantom images in the open space.
'Perhaps I have found the strengths of the nine kinds of Sacred Bodies…'
