Wang Quan knew Wang Ming's halo could ward off curses and nightmare arts, yet he still had the new temple master lead the historical natives in cursing him.
He did this because he wanted to test whether the natives could change history, change a Historical Anchor Point.
Whether they succeeded or failed actually meant little to him.
"To kill Wang Ming, I still have to rely on myself."
Wang Quan wielded the various alchemical weapons Qing He had created, bombarding Wang Ming furiously.
Meanwhile, Qing He was also frantically refining Dharma.
Crack! Crack!
Chests opened one after another, filled with all sorts of decayed medicinal ingredients, gems, pearls, and more.
These things had decayed and gathered dust.
But they had all been gathered by the natives.
The Historical Fragment recognized them.
Thus, with the aid of her Dao Seals, she could easily gather these things and turn them into Dharma Power.
With every breath, her Dharma Power increased.
The more Dharma Power she had, the more spells she cast.
She, too, was a Legend Cultivator, with an exceptionally formidable foundation.
While refining weapons for Wang Quan, she continually cast different spells, probing for weaknesses in Wang Ming's halo.
A hundred...
A thousand...
Crack!
Without using any materials, Qing He forcibly established her foundation.
Though the Foundation Establishment she completed through Visualization was of the lowest grade, it was still enough at this moment.
Crack!
Qing He used Parting Chaos to slice apart her Foundation Establishment Dao Platform, then tossed it to Wang Quan.
Wang Quan opened his mouth and swallowed it in one gulp.
The next instant, the Dharma Power within him surged, and his sinews and bones rang out together.
He threw back his head and roared, "Xiao Ming, you're dead!"
Xiao Ming's expression was grave. He casually pulled