"Absorb it for me!" Chen Jiu absorbs the blood gas from the self-exploding Qingyue in Zhangjian just in case, but immediately his eyebrows wrinkle.

"Brother Chen, what's the matter? Hasn't this witch been driven to death by you?" Immediately, I was puzzled to ask.

"If it's really dead, there will be soul residues, but not here now!" Chen Jiu shook his head, not very optimistic.

"Maybe everything is lost, in my eyes, unless the supreme, how can she talk about escape?" A sermon of immediate speculation.

"Forget it, this blood can not be false, incredibly can soon be promoted to the Supreme God, this time even if it is not...