As for hiding it in the Taoist robe?

Don't think about it, no way.

In the blink of an eye, the scent froze into popsicles.

After He Xiaotian opened it with great effort, the thing fell apart immediately, without giving you a chance to ignite it.

It seems like he was frozen to death...

In desperation, he decided to indulge in some incense.

Of course it's not that there is no better incense, but He Xiaotian can't get close to it.

Once it gets closer, the more magical incense in the spirit's hand will burn, and an invisible force protects the owner's safety.

Fortunately, he couldn't even get close, so he had to give up.

As for some powerful masters who can run rampant without relying on the spiritual incense in their hands?

Don't make trouble. If there is a conflict, both sides won't know who will rob whom.

The fighting power of these spirits is more than terrifying.

He saw with his own eyes a guy who used an unknown level of magic to crush all the evil spirits within ten miles with a powerful hand.

He howled so miserably that he had no time to shout out, and his soul was gone.

What's more, just by scanning with his eyes, many spiritual bodies within sight were instantly destroyed, creating a vacuum area.

The extremely wide-ranging spiritual storm took more than thirty seconds before it could be replenished.

Moreover, the dead spirits include a "rich man" holding more than a dozen sticks of incense in his hand.

In this case, what do you think he can do?

I can only stand aside and envy.

Look at people, they are so powerful even in death.

"call----"

The fog filled the air, and many spiritual bodies suddenly lost their dimensions and scurried around like headless flies.

Then it disappeared into the mist, never to be seen again.

This is a looming road that automatically separates in front of all the spirits with incense in their hands. They all follow the guidance and disappear into the front one by one.

In addition, those colored spirit bodies exuded powerful pressure and dispersed the surrounding fog. The guy holding the incense was hanging from a distance and followed step by step.

He Xiaotian's mouth twitched, he's so cruel.

It seems that strength is fundamental at all times.

He randomly picked a relatively weak spirit body and followed it with a twist of his fingers.

The heavy fog seemed to have a sound-insulating effect. Apart from the sound of footsteps, there was no abnormal sound.

Looking up into the distance, a gloomy mountain is looming.

I don’t know since when, the soil under my feet has changed.

He Xiaotian rubbed it quietly for a few times, and found that what was buried under the earth was actually a textured... floor?

No, maybe it’s a big tree?

However, it was buried here because it was too big and had aged over time.

A quarter of an hour later, a huge silhouette came into view.
Chapter completed!