C1684 Disperse the Blame

In the face of the real Ghost Lord Stage Cultivator, Qin Fengming's expression was still calm. Although there was a trace of fear in his eyes, there was no sign of panic.

With a tap of his finger, the huge spider and Purple Black Centipede turned into two black lights and disappeared in a flash. The three puppets stood in front of him without any intention of putting them away