If Lin Haitian's eyes were not opened, it would be almost impossible to detect it.

As the Soul Condensing Bead rotates faster and faster, more and more of the white silk air is sucked in, like a white mist, floating on the surface of the Soul Condensing Bead.

"Um?

Are you still moving?"

Suddenly, Lin Hai was stunned and found that the soul condensing bead had stopped rotating, and the white silk energy was no longer released from the demon refining pot.

Just when he was confused about the reason, he saw the Styx Cult Ancestor shouting loudly.

"disease!

"Buzz!"

The next moment, the wooden obsidian jade suddenly flew up, and the cyan light landed on the soul-condensing bead with powerful vitality.

The soul-condensing bead suddenly glowed brightly, and the white silk energy inside suddenly twisted.

"Xian'er!"
Chapter completed!