Chang Geng Cultivates His Profound Body, Preparing to Head to Purple Cloud Palace!
Several days later, in a corner of Spirit Mountain on the Western Ox Continent.
Daoist Wen Jing clutched her left shoulder, her lovely face bloodless and pale, her aura fluctuating unstably. The blood-red gauze dress on her body appeared all the more vivid instead.
Behind Daoist Wen Jing, a man and a woman transformed from Primordial Chaos Fierce Beasts knelt on one knee, each wounded.
The chest of the man transformed from a fierce beast had caved in by more than half. The bones around the wound had all shattered, and he was only barely holding himself together with Dharma power.
Upon closer inspection, the outline of that basin-sized wound happened to be that of a cow's hoof...
The atmosphere was somewhat oppressive.
Before Daoist Wen Jing lay the mangled remains of a fierce beast, its residual pressure yet to dissipate.
The remains were over two zhang long and appeared to belong to a black-furred savage bear. Its corpse was incomplete beyond recognition, clearly having suffered a torrential onslaught before its death.
On the other side of the remains, several figures sat in the shadows. They were all old Daoists whose robes were patched.
Divine light bloomed in one old Daoist's eyes as he stared at the shoulder Daoist Wen Jing was covering and asked skeptically:
"Azure Ox? Laojun's mount?
A mere mount beat you all into such a state?"
Daoist Wen Jing hurriedly said, "Vice Sect Master, that Azure Ox was extremely formidable, and he is an ancient exotic species, quite difficult to deal with!
"He held a steel ring, a secret treasure refined by Laojun that could collect all manner of released magic treasures. He also had a fan; with just one wave, he sent