If you forcibly use the "Great Freedom Realm" to apply it to yourself, it will inevitably alert the snake through the grass, alarming the one behind this Abbot Bodhi.
However, Song Yan had already thought this through when he made his move.
At this moment, he looked at this Abbot Bodhi and spoke slowly, word by word: "I... am... your..."
The feeling of cause and effect was accumulating, the cold brought by the Wa Text Curse was spreading, he assessed if he could withstand it, and continued: "The good friend my master always wanted to meet."
As the words fell, a few layers of the Divine Forms Demon Body were stripped away, but it was entirely within the acceptable range. Obviously... this little one named "Abbot Bodhi" also has a little one as a master.
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Brush!
Above the giant dragon corpse, a black shadow suddenly lifted its head, its eerie gaze filled with an irrepressible heat, looking toward the distant Cultivation Profound Land experiencing apocalypse.
The shadow glanced sideways, looking at the man locked in shackles inside a Treasure Pagoda.
The man’s face was gaunt, temples slightly frosted, just hair disheveled, barely clinging to life...
Inside the pagoda, fire dragons occasionally darted out, entwining around him, all these fire dragons were Celestial Demons, or rather, all were of the Fire Demon Dragon level...
Nine Dragon Divine Fire, Demon Dragon Pan Dance, the man was tightly bound, leaving only his eyes exposed.
"Di Cunxin, are you still not talking?"
The shadow asked coldly.
The man who had been tormented for who knows how long was precisely Di Cunxin.
Clearly, he thought "he joined the Five Spirits Celestial Demon Palace" and the reality were opposite.
The Five Spirits Celestial Demon Palace played him.
But the reason, he also understood.
Disciples of the Five Spirits Celestial Demon Palace... are simply not human!
They wouldn’t recruit humans either!
The shadow casually tilted his head to avoid it, then looked at him mockingly, five fingers clenched, the nine Fire Demon Dragons frantically wrapped tighter.
Di Cunxin’s whole body convulsed, letting out a heart-wrenching scream.
The shadow said faintly: "Next, I have no time to care about you, I... am going to meet a good friend, a very very good friend I’ve always wanted to see."
When mentioning the words "good friend," his face lit up, exuding a sense of pure friendship and anticipation.
Despite his extreme pain, seeing the expression on the shadow’s face, Di Cunxin suddenly let out a strange "hehehehe" laugh, he laughed like crying, his whole body was covered in blood, then burst into a mad "hahahaha" laugh.
The shadow ignored him, left the Nine Dragon Couch, put it away, then clapped his hands, taking three lantern-like Five Elements spirits, and a doll-like female cultivator along, heading toward the distant fourth-level Cultivation Profound Land.
"Good friend, I must, must meet you!"
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Appendix: Too many bothersome things, typing has slowed down, will try to speed it up later.

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