Third Young Master Ling Xiao’s expression was indifferent as he stretched out his right arm.
His right arm had been nailed by Qin Mu’s slaughter path divine nails and was nailed into the burial path divine coffin, so he had no choice but to cut off his right arm. But now, his right arm had already grown back.
Qin Mu smiled slightly. He naturally didn’t think that Ling Xiao would be crippled because of this after he cut off his right arm.
He said that just to strike down third young master’s confidence.
Third Young Master looked around and saw Qin Mu’s returning ruins lotus flower and world tree rooted in the river of chaos, protecting the two sides of the golden ship.
These two treasures were becoming more and more miraculous. The third layer of the Lotus platform of the returning ruins lotus flower had already formed, and the world tree was also growing taller and taller, with luxuriant branches and leaves.
He frowned slightly.
