He stared at the gold crystal in his hand, watching it slowly begin to glow.

As the light flashed, it softened, softened into a puddle, and then continued to soften.

Chu Zhiyuan simply held it in his palm, like a ball of gold liquid.

The sacrifice continues.

It seemed to come alive and began to squirm, like countless ants burrowing into his palm.

While he continued to perform sacrifices, he used his kung fu to resist its penetration.

It wants to drill but can't get in, and it perseveres.

As the sacrifice continued, it began to slowly shrink, shrink and shrink again.

Finally, it turned into a bright point of light, which flew up quickly, like a firefly flying towards the center of his eyebrows.

He tried to avoid it but was too late.

Spots of light drift into the center of the eyebrows.

He remained motionless for a moment, as if frozen.

Zou Fang was worried on the side.

Chu Zhiyuan's aura was constantly changing, appearing and disappearing, strong and weak.
Chapter completed!