Volume 1 Lin Yuan Chapter 172 Lin Yuan
Some cultivators luckily survived the explosion caused by the True Immortal's power, but were seriously injured. At this moment, they could hardly believe their eyes and were terrified.
Just as he was in a daze, Wang Chen beheaded him with a sword.
The whole place was filled with looks of unwillingness and disbelief. The eyes of the dead were still wide open, as if they dared not admit that a successful roundup that was supposed to be a great success had ended in total annihilation.
There was a flash of golden light, and Wang Chen's golden hair flew up into the sky. He flew up on his sword and flashed by like a flash of golden lightning.
The true immortal blood that Xue Wuxue left in his body, together with the ancestral energy, burst out with terrifying power and turned the entire battle situation around in one fell swoop.
But it was consumed extremely quickly, and after killing the three cultivators who had reached the fifth nirvana, it was almost exhausted.
If you don't run now, you can foresee that you will run out of energy in a moment!
Fortunately, when the immortal's blood was burning, it actually burned away the strange black gas in his body, so that his whereabouts were not discovered by others.
"True Immortal, is a blood energy so powerful?"
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 of them has an unfathomable level of cultivation. Even the sect leader is far inferior to them...
While galloping, Wang Chen suddenly felt a chill in his body, as if he had thought of some terrible possibility.
While he was thinking, the last trace of immortal blood in his body burned out and disappeared.
Instead, there was a wave of excruciating pain.
That was because his meridians could not bear the blood of the true immortal and were being burned and damaged, causing severe pain.
Damn! Wang Chen's eyes blurred. He was now thousands of feet in the sky. If he fainted, he would surely fall to his death. He had no choice but to grit his teeth and try to fly down with his sword.
His vision gradually blurred and his whole body was slowly losing consciousness.
"Wang Chen, what's wrong with you?"
Looking at the rapidly approaching ground, Xiaoyao was shocked, but there was nothing she could do but watch Wang Chen fall down.
Bang!
Fortunately, there was a piece of soft grass on the ground. Wang Chen rolled on the ground for more than ten feet like a rolling gourd, and then collapsed to the ground like a puddle of mud.
There are white clouds in the sky.
On the ground, there were wild grasses as tall as calves.
There was a person lying among the weeds, his breath slowly dying down.
The sun gradually moved to the west.
Even the breeze stirred the grass with the breath of the night.
In the distance, there seemed to be the sound of horse hooves.
Two horses with red eyes were pulling a luxurious carriage from afar.
This kind of horse has a slight bloodline of monsters, and is much more majestic than ordinary horses, but far inferior to dragon horses.
The sound of horse hooves was urgent and appeared before our eyes in a blink of an eye.
The driver of the carriage was a sturdy man with a short beard, a body like an iron tower, and long breaths, but there was no fluctuation of true energy. It turned out that he was a mortal.
He first saw a deep and long trench in the distance, which was dozens of meters long, and then he found a person lying in the grass.
"Whoa~" he said as he reined in his horse.
The two horses suddenly raised their hooves and stopped, neighing loudly, and 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 car.
"Miss, there is a person in the bushes."
"People?" As he muttered to himself in doubt, the car curtain opened and a girl in a lavender dress walked out.
She was about 28 years old, with bright eyes and white teeth, and was very beautiful.
The big man got out of the car and looked at the woman for a long while.
"He doesn't seem to be dead. Let him get in the car and maybe he can be saved after we get into the city."
The big man called Uncle Zhang frowned and said in a rough voice: "Miss, there seem to be a lot of gods flying around in the sky today. We'd better not make trouble."
"Everyone has difficulties when they are away from home. Uncle Zhang, have you forgotten that my father was nearly killed by bandits? If no one rescued him, I wouldn't be who I am today. Take him in the car." This girl seemed to be quite opinionated.
Uncle Zhang saw this and stopped trying to persuade them. He carried the unconscious man lying on the ground into the car, then whipped the horse and drove away.
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It was like sinking in a purgatory filled with flames.
The ground was full of cracks, and golden flames rose from the cracks.
This world is turning into a barren wasteland.
"water……"
"Water..." Wang Chen couldn't help but moan.
A little sweetness, like a clear spring in the desert, brings the possibility of life.
In this moment of coolness, Wang Chen woke up.
The vision went from blurry to clear, and the first thing that came into view was Xiaoyao's familiar face.
Her little face was full of 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 go call the lady." Dong dong dong, the footsteps faded away.
"Wang Chen, I really envy you. Don't you know that while you are sleeping, there is a beautiful young lady..."
"Wang Chen?" Xiaoyao discovered something, and her face of joy suddenly turned into sadness, and her voice suddenly trembled.
"Your true strength..."
"Your true strength..."
Xiaoyao's voice became smaller and smaller. 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 explored his body and felt a mess. The blood of the immortal was too strong for a mortal to bear.
Now, all his meridians are destroyed, and he is unable to gather even a trace of true energy.
In other words, he has become a mortal, and a mortal with internal illness.
The scenes after entering the world of cultivation flashed before my eyes.
Wang Chen raised his hand.
The ring was still there, with all six swords lying inside it, but he couldn't even separate a trace of his true energy.
He was so weak at this moment that even his raised right hand was shaking.
As he lowered his head slightly, a strand of white hair fell in front of his eyes.
After a slight pause, 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 vitality.
At this moment, he had sunken eye sockets, was skinny, and looked very old. Even the most familiar person would not be able to recognize him.
Silence.
He raised his head and looked at Xiaoyao. His lips trembled twice and suddenly he smiled, his voice dry.
"I'm afraid if I go out now, people will think I'm your grandfather."
Xiaoyao was stunned and wanted to laugh along, but she curled her lips and threw herself on Wang Chen, crying loudly.
A gust of wind blew in from the window. Wang Chen had never felt such a cold wind before. It reminded him of the time when he jumped down from the fairy mountain.
And the deep cliffs covered with ice.
He looked out the window. It was pitch black. After a moment of silence, he said calmly.
"I will be back..."
When I come back, eat mine and spit it out...
