Lu Mingxuan had made up his mind. The spirit of heaven and earth lay within him, devouring the remaining soul. How fervent this new spirit was. It shattered the meridians on Lu Mingxuan's body.
It will not be suppressed by the coldness of the Green Frost Sword. I'm afraid the body has already exploded directly, turning into pieces of flesh dancing in the sky.
Ying Luo intercepted the attack below, exchanging a glance with the middle-aged Daoist opposite her, then tacitly came up with a plan. Meanwhile, she gazed up at the sky. When she realized how restless this spirit was, even she couldn't help but frown.
Though she still didn't know what Lu Mingxuan wanted to do, she knew very well that even a ferocious animal would find it extremely difficult to absorb so many auras simultaneously. Humans certainly couldn't survive in this way.
