"It seems that there is more to Xuanyang Palace than what we have seen. King Xuanyang is probably a top existence in the eighth realm." Qingluan pondered slightly, and then said: "Maybe he has already touched it.

The threshold of the ninth realm.”

"hiss!"

Ye Mu took a deep breath of cold air, his teeth trembling a little.

Trying his best to suppress the shock in his heart, Ye Mu stretched out his palm, and powerful spiritual power surged out from between his arms, racing with green flames like a roaring fire dragon.

The flames passed through the space and soon covered the golden body.

There were extremely powerful energy fluctuations on it, which seemed to be some kind of imprint left by the predecessors. Coupled with the strong evil aura, it affected people's minds very much. Ye Mu had just caught it.

If it weren't for Qingluan, he would probably die.

"After your Qing Lei Soul Flame has been strengthened, it seems to have become more spiritual. It should be easy to deal with those evil spirits." Qing Luan chuckled.

Tsk.

Just like what Qingluan said, the flames enveloped the golden body, and those heart-stopping evil spirits were burned, and finally turned into nothingness.

Under the burning of the flames, some of the marks left on the golden body also showed signs of melting.

The flames continued to burn, but the marks seemed extremely tenacious and were not completely eliminated. This scene made Ye Mu frown into a frown.

"Your spiritual book is special, use your spiritual power to try it." Qingluan suggested.

Hearing this, a faint white light surged in Ye Mu's eyebrows, and invisible spiritual power rippled from the space, sweeping towards the golden body like a tide.

boom!
Chapter completed!