Strangely enough, whenever Jin Huan said things like this, the Heavenly Dao could only fume in frustration. It truly couldn't strike her, giving off an air of helpless rage. So, Jin Huan was indeed extraordinary.
And just as the last three bolts of tribulation lightning were about to fall, Jing Yue, who had been facing his tribulation with his eyes closed, suddenly raised his hand and threw out a golden alms bowl-like magic artifact. The tribulation lightning struck the golden bowl with stable, vicious precision. The bowl wobbled, and suddenly, the phantom of a Qing Ming Snake appeared in mid-air.
The Qing Ming Snake's soul body was wrapped in all sorts of Buddhist sect talismans, but even so, Tan You could see the sky-high resentment radiating from it.
All the discerning spectators could tell that this was the soul body of a Qing Ming Snake. It seemed the snake's physical body was long gone, with only its soul remaining in the mortal world.
