"Ah! Ah! Ah! ..."
Every thought in Wei Suo's mind seemed to be screaming.
Ever since obtaining the Ghost Nurturing Jar, although he had experienced many life-and-death crises, he had always weathered them through danger and come out safely. It could be said that everything had gone smoothly for him. Never before had he suffered such a crushing defeat, with all his Dao companions, relatives, and friends swept into the enemy's magical treasure in one stroke, their lives and deaths unknown.
Moreover, not long ago, everyone had still been utterly relaxed, discussing what they would do after destroying the Holy King Sect. Now they had fallen from the heavens to the earth. No one could bear such a psychological plunge.
Yet the moment Wei Suo crashed to the ground, he immediately sprang back up.
Enveloped in the gray divine radiance of the gray bracelet, he was unable to cast any spells. But he did not throw away the gray bracelet. Relying solely on the strength of his fleshly body, he leapt again and again, desperately fleeing away from the Central Heaven Purple Thunder Sect's sect master, the Black Bodhi Heavenly Mother, and the others.
At this moment, the only thing supporting him was Ling Longtian's words: if he died too, they could only meet again in the next life. So he had to escape!
"It is even better that this man was not taken into the Great Myriad Creation Bottle. Capture him alive, and we can force him to reveal his many powerful techniques!"
At the same time, atop the ancient golden dragon-tortoise-shaped treasure, the Black Bodhi Heavenly Mother snapped out of her daze. Her eyes immediately filled with extreme greed. With a deafening buzz, she drove the ancient golden dragon-tortoise-shaped treasure beneath her to its limit and pursued Wei