"Even without this treasure to suppress it, it will take at least ten years for this divine corpse to recover."

"Since you and I know the details, we won't be able to tolerate it for more than ten years, let alone ten hours."

"I think so too!"

Tao Qian answered with the same smile, and then swung out the silk fishing line in his hand again.

So and so, after repeating dozens of times.

The moon toads in the pus lake disappeared and no longer croaked.

The corpse slaves and demon servants don't know the reason for such a change, but they can only regard it as the result of their hard work.

The divine corpse, which had only a trace of chaotic will left, also thought so, and exhaled some corpse energy with great joy to reward these undead slaves.

...

On the other side, Zhong Ziyang was quite envious and looked curiously at the round tile in Tao Qian's palm.

The shape is ancient and clumsy, and the divine light is inherent.

It is indeed a treasure of an alien god. Even if it is just a piece of tile, the energy it emits is extremely terrifying.

But as he watched, Zhong Ziyang suddenly felt his head go cold.

And there is an inexplicable sign of danger in the "back of the head".

Especially when he saw Tao Qian holding a tile in one hand with an eager look on his face, a strong sense of déjà vu emerged.

"Fellow Daoist Lin, the usage of this thing is not..."

"Yes, the power of this treasure is extremely powerful, but its usage is limited to death. The only way is to hit people. One method, especially hitting the back of the head, even a monk in the Dongxuan Realm will faint immediately after being hit by it.

In the past, I didn’t know whether I would live or die."
Chapter completed!