"Wait a minute."

"Let me come."

The light is not big, but it is powerful. The incense wish that blocks the light is like paper. Just when the light penetrates the divine body of Chi Tianjun and appears in front of Chi Xuan, a blue-gray ghost hand emerges from

The soul flag behind Chi Xuan stretched out.

Grasp the figure at the core of that scorching sun.

Dragging the opponent's head, forcefully peeling him out of the incense shell.

The ghost hand grasped it as if it was not afraid of the hot breath.

"ah!"

The spiritual consciousness roared angrily, trying to use the incense magic power to break free.

"What is this?!" Xuying's frightened and angry voice just sounded.

Along with the surge of power, a layer of black and red ripples completely enveloped the figure and compressed it into a round ball.

The ghost hand shrinks back into the soul flag.
Chapter completed!