Tang Wuyou couldn't understand, maybe this was what people call a love brain.

But she thinks it's more appropriately called brain fog.

His spiritual consciousness, which was already powerful, now increased in intensity due to the devouring of his soul.

After they meditated and rested, they headed towards where the Nine-leaf Purple Zhi was.

When the monks saw so many of them forming a team, no one dared to touch their edge.

Push it all the way to the Nine-leaf Purple Zhizhi.

There are already many monks at Nine-leaf Purple Zhi, but those monks combined are not as many as them.

I saw twenty or thirty of them coming together, the monks who were waiting to pick vegetables from the nine-leaf purple mushroom.

You look at me, I look at you.

Can this still be snatched?

This can't be done, it can't be snatched away at all.

Even if they fight, they may not win, so they can only take a step back.

Tang Wuyou and his party formed a circle around the Nine-leaf Zizhi.

Even the monster guarding Nine-leaf Zizhi saw the posture of their group and escaped silently.
Chapter completed!