Some cultivators were lucky enough not to die in the explosion caused by the power of the True Immortal, but they were seriously injured. At this moment, they could hardly believe their eyes and felt terrified.
While he was stunned, he was killed by Wang Chen with a sword.
The whole place was filled with expressions of reluctance and disbelief. The lifeless eyes were still wide open, as if they did not dare to admit that what was originally a successful roundup ended in the annihilation of the entire army.
There was a flash of golden light, Wang Chen's blond hair flew up, and his sword went up to the sky, flashing past like a golden lightning.
This strand of true immortal blood Qi left by Xue Wuxue in his body, together with the ancestral Qi, burst out with terrifying power, turning the entire battle situation around in one fell swoop.
But it was consumed extremely quickly. After killing the three cultivators of the fifth Nirvana, it was already exhausted.
If you don’t run now, you can predict that the fuel will run out in a while!
Fortunately, when the true immortal blood was burning, the strange black energy in his body was burned away, so that no one would be able to trace his whereabouts.
"A true immortal, just one blood energy, is that strong?"
Inexplicably, a creepy sense of crisis came over him, as if he was standing on the edge of an abyss.
The four young masters...each one has an unfathomable level of cultivation. Even the master of the sect is far inferior to...
Wang Chen felt an inexplicable chill in his body while he was galloping, as if he thought of some terrible possibility.
While he was thinking about it, the last trace of true immortal blood in his body burned out and disappeared.
It was replaced by a wave of severe pain.
That was the severe pain caused by his meridians being unable to withstand the blood of the True Immortal and being burned to death.
Oops! Wang Chen's eyes were blurred. He was thousands of feet high in the sky at this moment. If he fell unconscious, he would definitely fall to his death. He had to grit his teeth and force his sword to go down.
The vision in his eyes gradually blurred, and his whole body was slowly losing consciousness.
"Wang Chen, what's wrong with you?"
Seeing the ground approaching rapidly, Xiaoyao was shocked, but had no choice but to watch Wang Chen fall downwards.
Bang!
Fortunately, there was a piece of soft grass on the ground. Wang Chen rolled crazily on the ground like a gourd for more than ten feet, and then he collapsed to the ground like a puddle of mud.
There are white clouds in the sky.
On the ground were calf-high weeds.
Among the weeds, there was a person lying, his breath slowly falling silent.
The sun gradually moves to the west.
Even the breeze stirred the grass with the breath of night.
In the distance, there seemed to be the sound of horse hooves.
Two horses with red eyes pulled a luxurious carriage and ran from a distance.
This kind of horse has a weak bloodline of monsters and beasts, and is much more powerful than ordinary horses. But it is far inferior to dragon colts.
The sound of horse's hooves was heard in an instant.
The driver was a stout man with a short beard, a body like an iron tower, and his breathing was long, but there was no fluctuation in real power. He turned out to be a mortal.
His eyes first saw a deep and far trench in the distance, dozens of meters long, and then he discovered a person lying in the grass.
"Uu~" he shouted and reined in his horse.
The two horses suddenly raised their hooves and stopped, neighing loudly. There seemed to be a cry of surprise coming from the carriage behind them.
"Uncle Zhang, what's wrong?" A sweet female voice came from the carriage.
"Miss, there is a person in the grass."
"Human?" As he muttered doubtfully to himself, the car curtain opened and a girl wearing a lavender dress stepped out.
About twenty-eight years old, with bright eyes and white teeth, she is beautiful.
The big man got out of the car and looked at the woman for a long time.
"He doesn't seem to be dead. Let him get in the car and enter the city. Maybe he can be saved."
The big man who was called Uncle Zhang frowned and said in a rough voice: "Miss, there seem to be a lot of gods in the sky today, flying around in the sky. It's better for us not to cause trouble."
"Everyone has difficulties when going out. Uncle Zhang, you have forgotten that my father was dying when he encountered a bandit. If no one rescued me, how would I be here now? Take him to the car." This girl actually seemed to be quite assertive.
When Uncle Zhang saw this, he stopped trying to persuade him and carried the unconscious man lying on the ground into the car. Then he whipped his horse whip and drove off into the distance.
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It was like sinking into a purgatory filled with flames.
The earth is full of cracks, and golden flames rise from the cracks.
This world is turning into a deserted desert.
"water……"
"Water..." Wang Chen couldn't help but groan.
A little sweetness, like a clear spring in the desert, brings the possibility of life.
In this moment of coolness, Wang Chen woke up.
His vision changed from blurry to clear, and the first thing that caught his eye was Xiaoyao's familiar face.
His little face was filled with concern.
Through her transparent figure, a smart-looking girl dressed as a maid was approaching with her eyes wide open.
"You're really awake." There was a hint of joy in her tone.
"I'll call the lady." Dong-dong-dong, the footsteps faded away.
"Wang Chen, I really envy you. You don't know that while you are sleeping, there is a beautiful little lady like a flower..."
"Wang Chen?" Xiao Yao discovered something, and the joy on her face suddenly turned into sadness, and her voice suddenly trembled.
"Your true power..."
"Your true power..."
Xiaoyao's voice became softer and quieter. She had followed Wang Chen for ten years and was very sensitive to his condition. She instantly realized that Wang Chen's aura at this moment was just like when she first met him.
Just like an ordinary malnourished teenager.
Wang Chen probed the body, and his spiritual consciousness was in a state of chaos. The blood of the true immortal was too strong, and mortals simply couldn't bear it.
Now, his meridians are all destroyed, and he can't even condense a trace of his true power.
In other words, he has become a mortal, and a mortal with internal diseases.
The scenes after entering the cultivation world flashed before my eyes.
Wang Chen raised his hand.
The ring was still there, and all the six swords were lying in it, but he couldn't find even a trace of real power.
He was so weak at this moment that even his raised right hand was trembling.
As his head lowered slightly, a strand of white hair fell down in front of his eyes.
After being slightly startled, Wang Chen pulled the hair from behind. His originally black hair was now covered with snowflakes.
The power of the True Immortal was so violent that it actually burned his anger.
At this moment, he has sunken eye sockets, is skinny, and is very old. Even the most familiar person would not be able to recognize him.
A moment of silence.
He raised his head, looked at Xiao Yao, his lips trembled twice, and suddenly laughed, his voice dry.
"I'm afraid if I go out now, others will think I'm your grandfather."
Xiaoyao was stunned and wanted to laugh in agreement, but instead he curled his mouth and threw himself on Wang Chen, wailing.
A gust of wind blew outside the window. Wang Chen had never felt that the wind was so cold. Inexplicably, it reminded him of that time when he jumped down from the fairy mountain.
And the deep cliffs covered with ice.
He looked out the window and saw darkness. After a moment of silence, he said calmly.
"I will come back..."
When I come back, eat mine and spit it out for me...