บท 1511: Die!

"Whoosh!"

The strong airflow was still surging on her body. At the same time, under the shocked gaze of the whole sect, a rumbling thunder came from the sky and an oppressive and gloomy aura came down from the sky and covered the whole sect.

"Boom!"

"Hiss! What's going on? What happened?"

"How can it thunder on a sunny day?"

"What's the matter with the breath on Feng Jiu's body? The surging airflow on her was so violent, as if, as if she's about to advance?"

"She seemed to have taken something before! I saw that after she raised her hand and ate something, then the breath all-over her body became like that."

"She's advancing? Impossible! She is just a Nascent Soul mid-stage cultivator. It's impossible for her to advance at that stage. The breath and pressure on her body rose sharply and inspired the power of heaven and earth. She should have taken some medicinal pills to enhance her strength!"