The cultivation base of the spirit of the Dao Palace was completely chopped off in just a few moves.
As the cultivation base dissipated, the body of the spirit of the Dao Palace began to change. From a pale-faced old man with white hair, it gradually withered.
In the end, it quickly withered into a tree branch!
Yes, a tree branch that was as thin as a thumb!
On the tree branch, there was a ball of pitch-black fog with a thick evil intent lingering.
“You dare to treat me like this, you won’t have a good ending!”The Spirit of the Dao Palace roared.
Miss song held the ancient sword and patted its head. “TSK! I was wondering what it was, but it turned out to be a ball of evil intent. How dare you pretend to be the spirit of the Dao Palace to deceive me.”
“I’ll slap you to death, I’ll slap you to death!”Miss song slapped it again and again.
Zhan Wushuang’s eyes were filled with hatred. Su Yu and Miss Song did not lose much of their cultivation, but he was in serious trouble.
