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The glaring firelight splashed on the grass and woods, igniting a raging fire.
Wu Yuanmeng sneered, revealing a menacing look: "Fool, even if you are a Nine-Transformation Expert, you cannot break my treasure armor."
As he spoke, the [Five Luo Green Smoke Armor] changed again, and dense smoke surged out from Wu Yuanmeng's body, completely enveloping him.
In the blink of an eye, he appeared like a drifting mist in front of Zhou Dao.
"Six Ghosts Grand Ceremony Hand!"
The lethal voice of Wu Yuanmeng seemed like a death sentence, as the black arm protruded from the words, transforming the surrounding blood energy into six ghost shadows that perished in an instant. The power of metamorphosis merged into the black arm.
Rumbled...
The ghastly claw seemed to come from the Nine Quiet Hell.
On Baiyue Mountain, the wind blew, and the grass burned with fierce fire. Under the influence of the ghost claws, the scenery became eerie.