The Primordial Spirit is the foundation of cultivation, and something foreign has infiltrated her Primordial Spirit without her knowing. Regardless of what this worm is, it's terrifying.
It's like having an outsider enter one's home without noticing, sending shivers down one's spine in the dead of night.
"That is a tribulation; in less than half a year, your Primordial Spirit will be completely drained, and you will die without any illnesses."
Zhang Fan's words instantly made Meng Qiwu break out in a cold sweat, and Ge Shuangxiu beside her showed an even more unusual expression.
Such a method was unheard of for him.
"Yu Xuanji... this isn't a Daoist Skill from Sanqing Mountain..." Meng Qiwu gritted her silver teeth and said.
"Of course, it's not a Daoist Skill from Sanqing Mountain." Zhang Fan stood up.
At this moment, he finally began to understand just how terrifying the Three Corpses Gods were. Keeping them around would surely spell endless future trouble.
