Withered, there is a wound from the back of the palm to the center of the palm.

At this moment, there is no bleeding in the wound.

Instead, there is a kind of gray grit attached to it.

This is a strange power that Xu Mo has come into contact with for the first time. It is like a barren desert. This is a forbidden place for life, and it can swallow any living thing.

No matter whether this thing is human, weird, or spirit.

Just now, it was the left hand that sucked the big fish into its skin.

It was also the power of his left hand that suppressed the 'Ghost Whispers'.

Xu Mo had explored that the power on his left hand should come from that 'Old Man Huang'.

It's that weird desolate wind that blows into the hands, causing them to become strangely dry and dry, like old desolate ribs.

The Corpse Ancestor had taken over the body before, and Xu Mo was there, but he couldn't control it, but he could see and hear it. He heard the Corpse Ancestor calling this power 'Desolation'.

Now ‘Huang’ is on the left hand, suppressing the “Ghost Whispering of the Corpse” in the body and achieving balance.

Isn’t this what Xu Mo has been pursuing?

What he wants is balance.

Balance is the essence of Tao.

"It's just, it's a bit ugly!" Xu Mo looked at his left hand, which was like a chicken paw, and touched the eyes on his forehead: "Damn it, just grow as long as you want. Why is it so long? I @*%#"

A greeting.

The person he was scolding was naturally the 'Corpse Ancestor'. Xu Mo knew that the so-called Corpse Demon Emperor was actually a clone of the 'Corpse Ancestor'.

I only found out this after growing weird eyes.

During the time he was controlled by the 'Corpse Ancestor', Xu Mo gained a lot of knowledge.

The change in appearance did not bother Xu Mo, because Xu Mo discovered another thing, that is, he came out of the Mountain of Resentment.
Chapter completed!