The next day, Hei Xinjiu rolled up her sleeves and tried to draw the Devil Talisman again, but the result was... another explosion.
The 30,000 soldiers looked at their commander with admiration. Did you see that their commander’s cultivation was about to soar again.
However, after waiting for a long time, they saw that their commander had already stood up, but their commander’s cultivation had not changed at all. What was going on?
Yun chujiu coughed dryly. “This time, it was not because of my breakthrough. I was practicing making the Devil Talisman that the Devil God had taught me.
Perhaps something went wrong. Sorry, Sorry!”
After saying that, he quickly got into the new carriage. If they wanted to laugh at him, they could laugh at him.
After he threw caution to the wind, he no longer had any psychological burden. He started to be blown up again and again.