you wouldn't be able to break free from my Ghost Smoke Rope." Seeing Lu Xiaitian still struggling, the emaciated ghost cultivator laughed incessantly. People who fought him only thought the White Bone...“Yes, sir, but the Gu worms in my hands are extremely limited, I'm afraid I might have delayed Mr. Lu's important matter.” 。The Chimu Sheep Demon wore a face full of embarrassment, it was hard to cook without rice. 。No matter how skilled he is at summoning spirits, without the spirit-guiding charm, he can only sigh in disappointment. 。“Everything in here is yours” 。Lu Xia Tian directly threw the Zhu Ling Gu in his hand to the Chimu Sheep Demon. This was the same Gu that he had forced the Chimu Sheep Demon to refine back when he imprisoned it in Lie Feng Canyon. 。I never thought it would return to its original owner again. 。Although Lu Xia Tian also had a general understanding of the method, compared to Chimu Yang Yao, a master of this path, he was still far behind. 。At this point, returning the tomb spirit poison to the red-eyed sheep demon would be using it to its fullest extent. 。"Thank you, seniors. I will not disappoint you." 。“Receiving Lu Xiaitian's offering of the Zhu Ling Gu eggs, the Chimu Yang Yao was overjoyed.” 。With these, he can exert more influence and have greater self-preservation in this chaotic battle. 。uzzled the Purple Crocodile Ghost King was that he couldn't figure out what material the eighteen golden men's long swords were made of. No matter how he used his powers, he couldn't even scratch them...