"Is there such a thing?"
The mysterious woman stood still, murmuring to herself.
Just now, the black fog had drilled into Zhao Changming's body, corroding him.
Not just the flesh.
Zhao Changming's divine soul memory was searched by the mysterious woman.
She waved her sleeve lightly and retrieved Zhao Changming's storage pouch.
She pulled out a jade box and opened it.
Inside was a millennium fire qilin fruit.
"Indeed!"
"Interesting!"
"A mere Qi cultivation loose cultivator, with a Core Formation spiritual object on him!"
"Zhao Changming was bewitched, didn't even inquire about the other's background."
"Well now, there's someone to take the fall."
"Hehe, Old Yanghuo, let's see what you do!"
"Old Yuanhuo, let's see how long you can hide!"
The mysterious woman released a gentle force, seizing Zhao Changming's magical treasure, and pointed a finger casually.
A cluster of demonic fire suddenly ignited, quickly incinerating Zhao Changming's remains.
