Chapter 1237: Sorry We're Late
The elixir melts in the mouth, but the magic diet needs to be chewed and digested, and the opponent's attack is almost uninterrupted, even if you eat it, you are afraid that you will be beaten and spit out in the next second.
"Boy..."
Looking at Ji Fanya's appearance, Yuan Tun also became anxious, and shouted, "Hold on, find the center, and win!"
"Yes, Nexus!"
Ji Fanya wiped the blood from his face, tried to open his eyes, which were already a little blurry, and continued to search for the puppeteer.
He had searched almost all the possibilities on the entire puppeteer, and now, there was only one place left to find.
Ji Fanya's gaze shifted downwards and looked between the puppeteer's legs.
Although, he really didn't want to think about it so obscenely, but there was really nothing left to check there.
In fact, if you think about it, if you put the center here, it is indeed the most secret.
But...
As long as he thought of the actions of the refiner who made this puppet man when he placed the energy, Ji Fanya couldn't bear to look at it directly.
Just... Spicy eyes!
"Gollum..."
However, now is the time of life and death, and Ji Fanya can't care about his inner diaphragm, directing Jin Shui to spread towards the last fig leaf of the puppeteer.
"Zizizi..."
As the final fabric was corroded, the puppeteer's entire body was exposed to Ji Fanya's eyes.
Sure enough, in the puppet man's "place", there was a red stone inlay, and countless dense patterns were flowing and flickering.
"This refiner is really obscene!"
Thinking that he hesitated for so long, was beaten half to death, and finally the center was really at such an indescribable point, Ji Fanya really wanted to drag that refining puppet man up and beat him up!
However, fortunately, this refiner is still a little willful, and he did not create a third leg for the puppeteer.
Otherwise, he would have been condemned to death.
Finding the puppeteer's weakness, Jin Shui immediately wrapped it in the past.
However, the puppet's skin was extremely strong, and it was not so easy to break through the defenses covering the center, and during this period, Ji Fanya couldn't remember how many attacks he had suffered.
"Bang..."
I only felt that when the last attack fell, his consciousness finally began to dissipate, and he could no longer control the golden water.
Before closing his eyes, he saw that the skin in the center had finally been worn away.
And after that...
He didn't know anything, and he was plunged into darkness.
"Da Da Da..."
Outside the tower, Di Mo Yu and the others did not speak, just stared closely at the twenty-eighth floor of the Alchemy Tower.
Behind him, Shi Keliang and others rushed over after getting the news, and Xue Xiaoqing's eyes were already swollen from crying.
"The light is out!"
I don't know how long it took, but the crystal on the twenty-eighth floor that represented the level dimmed.
"Da Da Da..."
Then, there was a slow and heavy footsteps, and everyone looked at it in unison, it was those core disciples who came out.
In his arms, he was still holding a person covered with a white cloth.
A white cloth covers the face, which is a symbol of death.
"Pot Master..."
Seeing this, Xue Xiaoqing stretched out her hand to cover her mouth and couldn't cry.
Shi Keliang and the others also took a step back, their faces full of disbelief.
"Dean, I'm sorry we went late. ”
Several core disciples looked sad, and stepped forward to gently put the person in their arms on the ground, "When we arrived, the junior disciple had already been dead for a long time. ”
"Xiaoya, dead..."