"ah!"

This turn of events was so shocking that all the remaining corpse monks were so shocked that they completely lost their will to fight and fled in all directions.

Zhou Bufan was wrapped in the golden sword flow. He rushed directly to the sky where the ninth-level golden elixir monk fell. He grabbed the black magic bottle that fell from the air with one hand.

"Very good! It turns out to be an immortal purifying bottle. I would like to thank you ghosts for sending me the treasure!"

"The more you zombies can do to ambush me, the better. It's best to give more treasures like this to me!"

He did not pursue the fleeing corpse monks. He made a sound in the air, and all the monks in Haoyu City could hear it clearly.

There was pain in his voice, but it also felt full of fighting spirit and extremely arrogant.

"This quasi-taoist disciple of Taixuan Ancient Sect has a terrifying mental imprint on his body. I'm afraid he is not just a monk in the God Transformation Stage, but may be a deity in the Annihilation Stage!"

All the monks in Haoyu City were shocked when they saw it. The Immortal Purifying Bottle is also a legendary ancient treasure. It was produced in an ancient ruins in the Middle God Continent. Although its power is not top-notch, its magic weapon

The carcass is extremely unique and almost impossible to damage.

But a ninth-level golden elixir monk holding such a magic weapon was actually obliterated by that golden beam of light. That kind of power must have come from some great power of the Taixuan Ancient Sect.

At the moment when Zhou Bufan was about to die, this mental imprint would suddenly be activated, and the terrifying power of that powerful man would seem to be activated through Zhou Bufan's body.

If such a mental imprint always exists, then Zhou Bufan, a disciple of the Taixuan Ancient Sect, seems to have a self-responsive magic weapon that far exceeds his current level.
Chapter completed!