Between heaven and earth, there is not the slightest sound.
All gazes, without any prior agreement, are firmly locked onto Jun Xiaoyao.
At this moment, Jun Xiaoyao is different from before.
His long black hair has turned as pale as snow.
Three thousand strands of white hair, fluttering in the Void!
His pair of eyes are tightly shut.
His entire figure is tall and straight, his robes whiter than fresh snow.
Like a Divine sitting with eyes closed.
Within that sanctity, there is also a hard-to-describe sense of demonic allure.
This eerie sensation makes Naraku, Zhu Ye, Yun Xiaohai and the others feel a sudden jolt in the depths of their hearts.
Something's wrong!
Very wrong!
"Did the First King Hall successfully merge with the Black Blood?" Shen Le is also nervously watching.
Jun Xiaoyao's aura at this moment is unfathomably deep.
No one knows what state he is in now, or how strong he has become.
"Young Master's aura is a bit off…"
