Zhen Lan looked at Yan Jing beside her in disbelief.

"Don't blame yourself too much. Don't be too proud of yourself. Don't be proud of your talent. Even if your sect leader knows about this, he will not blame you."

Yan Jing seemed to be able to read his mind and comforted him.

Impossible! Absolutely impossible! I don’t believe it!

Senior Luo must have used a spell that is similar to the soul-catching curse!

That's right, that's it. How could the soul-catching curse capture so many corpse monsters with silver armor and above are suddenly removed? Senior Luo must have used some advanced spell that I don't know!

Zhen Lan kept making reasonable explanations in her heart, as if she would get into a trap once she stopped.

It’s not because of her fragile heart, Luo Hong’s behavior is so terrifying.

If he could really see someone perform the spell two or three times, he could learn it. Wouldn't the disciples of the Huaxian Sect who spent decades or even hundreds of years to study the spells have become jokes!

If Luo Hong knew what Zhen Lan was thinking at this time, she would definitely sigh, and the classical feeling that cultivating immortals harmed people a lot.

After casting a wave of group soul-catching curse with Liuyan Yuanshen, Luo Hong suddenly became the master of these silver-armored corpses.

His divine thought moved, causing the corpse to fly towards the crowd, forming a large circle, and surrounding them.

"Fellow Daoist, what do you want to do?"

The old monster Tianheng's tone was cold and he was extremely afraid.
Chapter completed!