He looked at King Yuanming.

I probably know how powerful it is to transcend half a step.

This kind of power, like the power of heaven, can also damage the way of heaven.

One flower, one world, one grass, one Bodhi.

A thought of suppressing the way of heaven, a breath of breath will last forever.

"Why should that transcendent realm be so powerful?"

Does that unwavering existence really exist?

Even the half-step transcendence level has reached such an incredible level.

Zhuo Buqun sat cross-legged and continued to recover the two souls that had just split out.

When his soul is successfully restored, it is time to refine the body of the headless fighting god puppet Huangfu Xuan to become his clone of Zhuo Buqun! At that time, with the power of destruction and the power of thunder and lightning, Huangfu Xuan's body, whose body has become a saint, will be able to go up to another level, even stronger than he used to be! Zhuo Buqun killed his soul himself, but more than a month has passed.

I finally recovered a little, my face no longer pale, and I had a hint of rosy.
Chapter completed!