At that moment, I could only feel the Four Misfortune Qi Cyclone inside my body gradually filling up.
It was like my dried-up dantian had suddenly been infused with spiritual power.
And it was being injected at an incredible speed. The cyclone seemed to be spinning, spinning madly.
The Nine Nether Toxic Miasma around us rushed toward me with a whooshing sound, quickly being absorbed by me.
"Th-this..."
Daoist Qingshan was stunned.
Zhang Yuchen and Mao Jing were also dumbfounded.
However, Pan Ling saw something unusual about me through her Yin-Yang Eyes.
"Brother Jiang's body..."
Before she could finish, my master stopped her.
Because the Nine Corpse Daoist was still here, and he could hear us.
Even if we killed him today, his other corpse bodies would inherit his current memories.
Pan Ling realized this and said no more.
The Nine Nether Toxic Miasma was clearly becoming thinner.
"Hahaha, Ou Doudou, the toxic miasma is about to disperse.
Nine Corpse Daoist, just wait for death!"
As Zhang Yuchen spoke, the Nine Corpse Daoist cried out in shock.
"How is this possible? How is this possible?
You... how can you absorb the Nine Nether Toxic Miasma?
How is this possible? What kind of cultivation art do you practice? What art..."
I did not answer. Instead, I continued controlling the Black Lotus Seal and madly absorbing the Nine Nether Toxic Miasma.
I could feel the cyclone not only spinning, but expanding as well.
Pain once again erupted through my meridians.
It was just like when I had been exposed to moonlight before, but I could not stop.
There was still a great deal of Nine Nether Toxic Miasma around us. If I did not absorb it all, no one would be able to leave.
At the very least, I had to clear