Wait! Could it be that I just...

Zhen Lan looked at Yan Jing beside her in disbelief.

"Donor Zhen, don't blame yourself too much. Donor Luo is extremely talented. Even if your sect leader knows about this, he won't blame you."

Yan Jing seemed to be able to read minds and spoke words of comfort.

Impossible! Absolutely impossible! I don’t believe it is so easy to learn spells secretly!

Senior Luo must have used a spell with a similar effect to the Soul-Absorbing Curse!

Yes, that's it. How could the soul-absorbing spell absorb so many remnant souls of corpse monsters with silver armor or above at once? Senior Luo must have used some kind of high-level spell that I don't recognize!

Zhen Lan kept making up reasonable explanations in her mind, and it seemed that as soon as she stopped, she would go crazy.

It's not the fault of her fragile Taoist heart, it's just that Luo Hong's performance was too terrifying.

If he could really learn the spell after seeing someone cast it two or three times, wouldn't the disciples of the Huaxian Sect who spent decades, or even hundreds of years, painstakingly study the spell become a joke?

If Luo Hong knew what Zhen Lan was thinking at this time, he would definitely sigh that the classical feeling of cultivating immortals is harmful to people.

After casting a wave of mass soul-stirring spells with the Sixth Formation Soul, Luo Hong suddenly became the master of this group of silver-armored corpses.

With a thought, he caused the corpses to fly toward the crowd, forming a large circle and enclosing the crowd.

"Fellow Daoist Luo, what do you want to do?"
Chapter completed!