章 1277: Finale!

A pu sound rang out, and Zhan Kuang who was dozens of feet away, suddenly screamed miserably! He only felt as if a portion of his soul had been forcibly severed!

The arm no longer turned into mist, and instead transformed into a pile of glistening sand!

"The Nine Illusory Quicksand!" Miao Qingcheng cried out hoarsely.

Jun Moxie had actually managed to turn the already congealed Nine Illusory Quicksand in Zhan Kuang's body back into the Nine Illusory Quicksand!

"Not bad, so this is the Nine Illusory Quicksand!" Jun Moxie opened his palm and looked calmly at the Nine Illusory Quicksand, carefully sensing the mystical spatial and regenerative powers in it. Sighing lightly, he could not help but praise in his heart. As expected of a heavenly treasure!