Once he can no longer endure the Earth Water Wind Fire within him, and his physical body is damaged, I will forcibly shatter the power of the Body Tribulation, and then use the Nine Heavens Divine Firmament Thunder Pool to reshape his body.

But this time...

Explaining the horrors of the Primordial Spirit Tribulation, a hint of worry slowly emerged in Dongfang Qing's gaze.

Only those who have experienced the Primordial Spirit Tribulation know the terror of the Body Tribulation.

That feeling of having nowhere to hide, watching helplessly as the force that ravages everything surges within, is indescribable.

"So this time..." Hearing that the Primordial Spirit Tribulation was terrifying to such a degree, Qi Xiu couldn't help but furrow his brow.

"He can only rely on himself."

With a faint sigh, Dongfang Qing's expression showed no trace of tension, but inside the wide sleeves, his hands were tightly clenched into fists.

The Primordial Spirit True Honor was not truly uninvolved like the Supreme Forgetting Emotions.

Facing the tribulation of his brother, no matter how free-spirited Dongfang Qing was, he was anxious and impatient at this moment.

And right when Qi Xiu and Dongfang Qing returned to the Shenxiao Sect, silently waiting for the tribulation.

Hundred Thousand Great Mountains.

With disheveled hair, wearing a purple-black Daoist robe, his eyes covered with talismans, the lean Daoist stood in front of the Magic Platform above the mountain of corpses and Blood Sea, muttering and chanting. Strands of sinister and malevolent Divine Marvel Power continuously injected into the long banner before him.

It was the Nine-Nine Life-Loss Banner!

"Will the stinky Taoist's spell succeed?"

Below the mountain of corpses, two Great Demons with ten-thousand-foot stature, demonic energy soaring to the sky, their terrifying figures like two Ancient Demon Mountains, sat with their knees braced, their eyes like blood-red suns, watching the figure swaying back and forth with suspicion.

"It should work, after all, it's the Ancient Witch Nuo Technique specifically retrieved by Mr., but trying to assassinate with a spell under the eyes of so many Primordial Spirit True Honors of the Human Race, it won't be easy."

"It's better if it doesn't work. That stinky Taoist has been acting very arrogantly these years, relying on Mr.'s favor. If it doesn't succeed this time, we'll capture him on the spot, and you and I, brothers, will each take half and have a good feast."

"Hmm, that makes sense. Half pickled, half roasted."

The dialogue between the two Primordial Spirit Demons was done without any regard, was naturally heard by the lean Daoist atop the mountain of corpses. Only to see his face, filled with spell scripts, rise into a cold sneer.

A bunch of brainless beasts.

Once Dao Master I master the complete Witch Nuo Skill, I'll make you all unable to live, unable to die.

Just as the lean Daoist accelerated chanting sutras and mantras, urging the Nine-Nine Life-Loss Banner, a misty white light suddenly flashed from a great distance away, directly striking the Big Banner on the Magic Platform.

"Who?"

With a furious shout, the Daoist grabbed a handful of blood ash on the platform, tossing it with a puff, instantly countless twisted script like tadpoles appeared in the void, firmly blocking the white light.

Showed a hint of sinister wrath, just as the Daoist was about to deploy a technique, he suddenly let out an exceedingly miserable scream, his eyes terrified, black hairs continuously sprouting from his mouth, bones and flesh overturning, skin swelling.

In the blink of an eye, the entire person transformed into a neighing black donkey.

"Huh?"

The commotion of the mountain of corpses also caught the attention of the two Primordial Spirit Demons nearby, as they stood and saw the lean Daoist transformed into a black donkey, the wrathful eyes uncontrollably flickered with surprise.

"Beast Creation Technique? Is it Hu..."

"Shut up! You two, better act like you haven't seen anything, or else... humph!" A faintly threatening voice came from the void.

Exchanging glances, the two Primordial Spirit Demons grinned, immediately raised their hands to the void:

"Third Master, rest assured, we brothers are blind, didn't see a thing."

After this statement, there was no response from the void, but the two Primordial Spirit Demons clearly felt the twisting departure of a silhouette.

"Donkey meat is good, don't people often say, dragon meat in heaven, donkey meat on earth. This meat we've found, how can we waste it."

Listening to the insidious laughter beside him, the black donkey turned its head in horror, only to see a black shadow suddenly falling.

What followed was a long, miserable cry...

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