And the celestial tribulation in the celestial vault continued unabated.
Being able to endure until now is the limit of this treasure, Qin Ming immediately put away the Blood Massacre Spiritual Treasure.
But in the next moment.
The Nascent Soul within Qin Ming's Purple Mansion Spirit Platform looked upwards, an inexplicable sense of impending doom rising in his heart.
Even his Nascent Soul Divine Soul felt startled and terrified.
Boom!
The gray tribulation cloud above was dyed jet black, like ink.
"God-Burning Tribulation Fire!!"
"Friend Qin, if you have any means, quickly use them, otherwise, I'm afraid there will be no chance..." Qingyang the Old Demon weakly said as he watched the changes in the tribulation cloud in the sky.
"If things go awry, this old man might just go with you..."
Qin Ming's expression showed unprecedented seriousness.
