【Level: Peak of the King】

【Talent: Extra large body, body of flame】

【Fighting skills: Lava Fist, Volcano eruption, self-destruction】

【Features: Spirit Controller Power (+4), Defense (+4)】

【Status: Health】

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"But... this is called gain and loss. Moreover, the one I have made the most progress in the past few years is not the illusion..."

Three of the four phantom spirits have all been promoted to the peak of the king level. At this time, Wu Ming is naturally a real king-level spirit master. Even even among the king level, he is one of the top and is about to win the king.

If you give this kind of achievement, even if Jun Xuanming can't beat him, Wu Ming's most concerned about is not this.

"Water mirror technique, it's a disease!"

His white jade-like finger pointed, and a layer of water vapor opposite him condensed, turning into a smooth mirror, and Zuo Linling's figure appeared on it.

"Owner!"

Zuo Linling worships respectfully.

"Come back, ready to leave!"

"Are you finally coming out?"

There was a slight reluctance in Zuo Linling's eyes, and then it turned into firmness and fanaticism: "I have lived in seclusion for three years and finally came out of the mountain. Are you facing the entire continent?"

Whoosh!

Not long after, a light flashed in the opposite valley. Zuo Linling arrived in an instant, and his body was filled with the aura of Taoism.

‘Not bad… This level can also be called a real person in the Great Zhou world…’

Wu Ming nodded secretly when he saw it.

With the power of the world, the major illusion spirits naturally grew rapidly. He himself reached the peak of the king level, and even had the spare power to pull Hou Yong.

But these are not his main purpose of seclusion.

The most important thing is that through these three years of research, he finally understood the ancient immortal arts thoroughly, and even traced back to the origin, restored the most fundamental laws of this world, thus seeing more things.

"Now, my own strength has also returned to the level of the Heavenly Master... This world... This world..."

Wu Ming touched his forehead, and in the middle of his eyebrows, the purple star-like birthmark flashed with a ray of light, lurking like a dragon, containing unfathomable power.

The previous improvement of several great king-level phantom spirits and the little consumption that Wu Ming himself used was a drop in the bucket compared to the harvest that year.

"The Flame Continent, Jun Xuanming, and... God!!!"
Chapter completed!