Lu Qingwu forced himself to calm down, turned his palm over, and took out the scroll recording the true names of Demonic Cultivators of the Form Refinement, Spirit Transformation Path.
With a fierce flick, he unfurled the scroll in midair, revealing countless true names of Demonic Cultivators of the Form Refinement, Spirit Transformation Path.
The next moment.
All the true names on the scroll shone at once. Lu Qingwu swept his sleeve and tossed out countless spiritual objects glittering with dazzling treasure-light.
"Where am I?"
"Wasn't I dead?"
"I'm alive! I'm alive again! Hahaha, Heaven has given me another lifetime! This time, I'll take back everything that belongs to me..."
The scroll breathed out mashed flesh and souls, and the resurrected Demonic Cultivators of the Form Refinement, Spirit Transformation Path were overjoyed.
But Lu Qingwu had no intention of letting them enjoy themselves. With a sweep of his great hand at Celestial Person Perfection, he casually seized hundreds upon thousands of Demonic Cultivators, crushed them into pulp again, and shaped them into the beginnings of a Flesh Gate before him.
"Slow, far too slow..."
Lu Qingwu's gaze tightened slightly. Between casting the art and shaping the gate, he could barely spare a hand to kill the resurrected Demonic Cultivators, so he immediately ordered Wu Duanzhuo:
"Wu Duanzhuo, kill these expendables and stuff them into the gate!"
Wu Duanzhuo was displeased, but he knew the situation was urgent. He immediately conjured an azure hand, swept nearly ten thousand Demonic Cultivators of the Form Refinement, Spirit Transformation Path into its palm, and dumped the whole lot into the Flesh Gate with remarkable efficiency.
As tens of thousands of Demonic Cultivators of the Form Refinement, Spirit Transformation Path were packed into it, the Flesh Gate gradually took definite shape.
The gate was several