"In the past, someone said that so-and-so was invincible at the same level. I absolutely didn't believe it. But at this moment, I don't have the slightest doubt that Ye Dashen is absolutely invincible at the same level!"
"It's not just invincibility at the same level?! If you ask a Nascent Soul cultivator to kill a hundred high-level Golden Cores in two rounds, they may not be able to do it."
"If you ask me, Ye Dashen is absolutely invincible under the third level of Nascent Soul!"
A pot exploded in the square of death.
Everyone was amazed at Ye Liangchen's fearfulness, strength, and invincibility.
But soon someone from Liangchen's army exclaimed.
"Ye Dashen is seriously hurt!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone turned their attention to the light curtain again.
Seeing this, many Liangchen soldiers only felt that their hearts were tugged.
There were a lot of Golden Core cultivators around just now, and Muyan wasn't facing them, so he didn't notice it.
In the inheritance space, a young girl standing alone in a pool of blood at this time.
The light-colored clothes on his body were already stained red with blood.
Even, her blood flowed down her arm and into the flowerpot she was holding.
Because there is too much blood, it overflows.
On her hanging left arm, there was even a hideous wound.
The flesh and blood turned up, and the bones could be seen underneath.
Xiao Bao, who was watching from a distance, suddenly clenched his little hands, his blue eyes were full of unwillingness, worry and fear.
How much he wanted to rush over to help his mother.
However, he knew it was impossible!
And in Liang Chen's army, many girls have red eyes.
Covering her mouth, tears fell down.
It's not just because the people they support have suffered such serious injuries and are suffering unbearable pain for ordinary people.
It's even more because she obviously worked so hard, but the Lingzhi in her hands.
But still withered one after another.
Muyan spent an hour in the second round of battle with a hundred monks.
twice as much as the first time.
In this hour, of the nine flowers in her hand, only three were left.
As for the seventh blooming flower, faint black spots also appeared on the petals.
This means that the seventh flower will also wither.
"How did this happen?" Zhu Xiang cried very sadly, "Ye Dashen obviously worked so hard, why did he still fail in the end?"
"Oops, look quickly, a hundred monks are going to be resurrected again!"
"Ye Dashen has exhausted even his spiritual power, and his body is full of injuries, how can he fight the third round!"
"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Medicine
In the square, let alone the army of good days who are angry, distressed and crying.
Even those unrelated passers-by couldn't help but feel worried.
Obviously, he was still gloating about his misfortune at first, and the inheritance of the medicine king that he could not get, it would be best for no one to get it.
But at this moment, he suddenly hoped that Ye Dashen could get it.
That's just a girl who looks like she's just twenty years old!
She has paid so much, leaving wounds all over her body and bleeding all over her body.
Why can't it be successful
However, the people outside were worried, but they suddenly saw that the pale, bruised girl looked at the spiritual plant in her hand, and suddenly burst into a bright smile, "Spiritual energy, blood energy, and evil spirit, three qi nourish one plant, so it is true. !"
Tsk tsk, who the hell is this spiritual plant, who actually wants to raise it in such a perverted way.
If he hadn't used Wan Zhi's sympathy before, he would have a certain degree of sensitivity to Ling Zhi.
It is absolutely impossible to guess that there is such a delicate and strange spiritual plant in the world.