The seventeen people who were possessed by the devil were all sitting cross-legged in the desert, with a simple spiritual gathering array around them to help them barely maintain their basic needs.

There are three Nascent Souls not far away in Hongyeling. Everyone knows these three, Quling Lord, Fairy Jing and Duogan.

The other true immortals and golden elixirs were not present, and it seemed that they were staying in a huge battleship not far away.

"Is these three people taking action?" Wen Yuhua was also watching, and he sighed, "I'm really not afraid of leaving my body."

"It may not necessarily be out of the body," the master of the Tao Palace did not leave either.

In terms of insight, he is stronger than the transformed master. "I can only say that he is very strong. If he really leaves his body, the risk is not ordinary."

"Huh?" The next moment, Sanjiang even let out a light whistle, as if he had discovered something.

But then, everyone knew why he was surprised because two phantoms rose up.

It was the two magic weapons that made contributions to the previous battle, the Broken Sword and the Small Ding, who were sacrificed again.

"This is used to protect the Dharma!" The Master of the Sutra became solemn, "It seems that he is really out of his body."
Chapter completed!