Although its aura is much stronger than before, it is still half a step away from the seventh level, and at most it can be called half a step seventh level.

"It's okay, you haven't had the opportunity, and with the evil-proof sword in your hand, ordinary seventh-level evil spirits are no match for you."

Zhan Wuque comforted him, then took out a part of the Yuan stone and put it in the monster bag for Xiao Si and Xiao Ying to practice.

Zhan Wuque's eyes drooped down and looked at his wrists.

There are traces of a clover there.

It's the Star-Swallowing Grass.

It was still sleeping, with no sign of awakening.

But the breath continues to grow at a stable rate.

If you grow at this rate, you will probably be comparable to the top seventh-level strongman in a few days.

"Wu Ling."

Zhan Wuque slowly clenched his fist, and five-colored tornadoes formed around him.

He waved his hand forward suddenly, and the tornado immediately scattered, flying sand and stones, covering the sky and the sun.

Just one casual blow will have the power equivalent to the middle stage of the Martial Spirit!

This is the terrible thing about having attribute power.

Not to mention, there are six types of battles!

"Now that strength has improved greatly, the power of the soul has also been restored a lot. You can almost try to search the soul!"
Chapter completed!