Mao Mo sighed deeply in his heart.
'Hanging out with Brother Wang, life really is colorful.'
He wasn't in a hurry anymore, so he simply sat on the sofa in the corner, focusing his attention on watching Wang Jixuan's foreign soul puppet perform.
Amina, Gao Huating, Zheng Shiduo, and Red Snake arrived here one after another, each nervously watching the big screen.
They could also hear the laughter of the Heavenly Net Immortal:
"Hahaha! You evil demon! Truly making this poor Daoist happy!"
"Quickly die! Why struggle?"
"Luckily this poor Daoist patrolled to this place, otherwise the beings of this realm would all become your meal!"
Wang Jixuan's foreign soul puppet suddenly shouted: "You're full of shit! Open your eyes, you dog! It was me who chased away those Dark Sect Immortals trying to destroy this Cultivation World!"
"Nonsense! You're indeed related to the Dark Sect!"
This person shouted in a fixed tone:
"Mere evil demon, how dare you act so unruly!"
