"Alchemist Yang! What do we do with these two?"
Kou Ta grabbed Lin Daoyuan and Yue E over with his huge arms and asked.
Yang Zhengshan looked at the two of them. After pondering briefly, he reached out and drew over the two ice coffins Left Behind by Duan Qiankun, placed them inside, and then tossed them into his Storage Bag.
The two of them were not dead yet. If he ignored them, they definitely would not be able to survive here.
He might as well be a good man to the end: put them in the ice coffins first, then decide after he brought them out.
The chaotic battle around them was still continuing. From time to time, a spell would come flying over, and Hong Fuxiu kept blocking the incoming attacks.
Yang Zhengshan only paused for a moment before continuing to fly toward the battlefield above.
At this moment, Zhang Mo had already taken control of the Nine Tripod Divine Pill, but if he wanted to suppress the divine pill completely, he would still need to spend some time.
In the dark, murky sky, Zhang Mo's entire body surged with majestic magic power as he struggled to suppress the Nine Tripod Divine Pill before him.
And the Nine Tripod Divine Pill, wrapped in gloomy magic power, radiated a soft seven-colored glow and shook violently.
It was like an enraged little beast, roaring in fury, struggling in fury. Its strength was great, but it had no hard sharp teeth or pointed claws; it could only struggle with brute force.
Zhang Mo looked at the divine pill so close at hand, his eyes full of joy that was difficult to conceal.
He had not known there was a Nine Tripod Divine Pill here. Even now, he still did not know