The Tenth Innate Demonic Body
Because the Eternal Sect's shampoo was of excellent quality, Yao Mengying had not lost any hair, so Jing Zhixiao in Mech No. 66 had no need to jump down.
But.
Just because she had not lost any hair, did that mean the matter was over?
Unfortunately, Jun Changxiao had already remembered the Moon Burial Pavilion, engraved it in the deepest part of his heart.
With Gousheng's personality, anyone he set his sights on would get off lightly as a cash machine, or heavily by being erased from the martial world. So, let them observe a moment of silence.
"Sect Master..."
Yao Mengying struggled to speak. "I... I... still can't control my body..."
Over a hundred Moon Burial Pavilion members had all been dealt with, and the disciples were skillfully looting the bodies, yet the energy within her had not dissipated. Clearly, it had nothing to do with Ye Xingchen's speculation.
"I'll help you dispel it."
Jun Changxiao gripped Yao Mengying's wrist and investigated her, but found nothing.
Strange!
Why was there nothing at all?
If so, why was her body beyond her control?
The Black Robed Old Man lying on the ground sneered. "The summoning will of our ancestor—how could you mere mortals possibly dispel it!"
Jun Changxiao dragged him over and said, "What do you mean?"
"Hahahaha!"
The Black Robed Old Man threw back his head in a savage, unrestrained laugh. "This little girl possesses an Innate Demonic Body. She is destined to be sacrificed for our ancestor's resurrection. This is fate that no one can stop!"
Boom!
Jun Changxiao punched him so hard his face caved in, then roared, "Fate my ass!"
"Sect Master..."
Yao Mengying clutched her head and said painfully, "I... I'm about to lose control... I... want to enter the