After hesitating for quite a while, the Fat Taoist wanted to ask Wang Xian for his opinion.
When he looked at Wang Xian, he immediately became furious.
Wang Xian was frantically collecting the rune-inscribed bones scattered across the ground.
"Leave some for me, brat!"
The Fat Taoist stopped hesitating and hurriedly began competing with Wang Xian for the rune-inscribed bones on the ground.
Wang Xian and the Fat Taoist moved quickly. In just over a dozen breaths, they collected every rune-inscribed bone on the ground.
"Any thoughts?"
The Fat Taoist looked grave.
Wang Xian said, "The Ancient Buddha Clan is definitely plotting something."
The two of them had collected all the rune-inscribed bones, but there were far fewer than they had imagined. Many bones carved with runes appeared extraordinarily mysterious, yet that was only how they looked. At the slightest touch, they crumbled directly into ash.
In an instant, Zhan Li felt an incomparably terrifying chill erupt from the bloody handprint.
Zhan Li caught the key point in the Fat Taoist's words.
"Hehehehe..."
In the end, it did not strike anything at all.
Without the slightest hesitation, the Fat Taoist hurled the Wang Xian he had been carrying on his shoulder away.
It was simply that the Fat Taoist had no confidence whatsoever in this matter.
As the Fat Taoist imagined what Wang Xian's Dao Companion would do upon learning that Wang Xian had been crippled, a burst of eerie laughter suddenly rang out beside his ear.
The Fat Taoist decided that once Wang Xian learned of his condition, he would knock him unconscious and find a way to seal Wang Xian's memories.
After all, there were a total of three thousand Chaos Demon God Avatars, yet fewer than a hundred Chaos Demon God Avatars had emerged thus far.
Zhan