Midnight!

"Elixir is not easy to obtain!"

Zhang Fang looked at the muscle-building jade bone paste in his hand, shook his head and sighed.

Elixirs such as the Muscle-Growing Jade Bone Paste and the Baoyuan Zhixin Pill don't seem to be very effective, but they are just healing injuries, and the player can recover after dying once.

But as the game deepens, the player's strength increases, especially when the player advances to the ground level in the future, the value of this kind of healing elixir is simply huge, and it can even be equal to the potential value of the quantity.

You must know that like Zhang Fang, when the root bones have reached more than 600 points, cultivating a ground-level low-grade Phaseless Mixed Yuan Gong, starting from the seventh level, it will take more than ten days for a small realm, even if you are immersed in penance, it will take several days, and it will take more than a month for a large realm to rely on retreat and penance.

The internal skills of the lower grades of the ground level are so time-consuming, not to mention the middle and upper grades of the ground level, and even the top divine skills such as the Purifying the Pulp Sutra, the time required to cultivate must be extremely terrifying.

And every time the player dies, he will drop a big realm of the highest internal strength of the realm, and with the improvement of the player's strength, it is equivalent to months or even years of cultivation coming to naught, which is also another important reason for restricting the player's ability to improve his strength in addition to the bottleneck and inner demons in the rivers and lakes.

However, if the player has a variety of elixirs in his hands, he can avoid the great loss caused by death, not to mention that sometimes such items can play a role in reversing the shape and turning the tables in an instant.

Just like Zhang Fang and Li Yanfeng, the mother of Xuanyin, etc. If it weren't for Fulong Seven Clover, he would have died a long time ago, and he couldn't die anymore. For example, if there was no Emei Fengling Master Tai before, and gave Baoyuan Zhixin Pill, Zhang Fang would either lie on the ground and wait for death now, or the corpse would turn into light and wait for resurrection in the void space, and wait until the half-hour resurrection time has passed, not to mention Fang Shicheng's mutilated martial spirit, even the various loot that Fang Shicheng broke out has passed the protection time, and it is likely to be taken away by other players. Not to mention that Zhang Fang still has a chance to kill the Extreme Heaven Demon Emperor Xiang Jue.

Because of this, Mrs. Fengling really helped Zhang Fang a lot, and Zhang Fang really inherited her help and gift medicine. to get such a harvest.

"It's a lot of things these days. The war between good and evil is about to break out, and Emei was created by the war between good and evil, and its strength is already extremely weak, and Emei will have to encounter a lot of things in the future. If I am at the right time. So he tried his best to help. It can be regarded as repaying the kindness of Master Fengling, as well as the grace of Patriarch Guo that day. ”

Zhang Fang thought like this, and put the muscle-building jade bone paste in his hand into the acceptance ring. Then he took out a soul bead, and in a flash, his body flashed before that cloud of yellow light, and he sucked this Fang Shicheng's crippled martial soul into it.

Soon, the yellow gas was already surging in the originally blank and translucent beads, and Fang Shicheng's crippled martial soul had already been included in it, but before Zhang Fang could take a closer look, there was a sudden exclamation in the Zhenyuan Dart Bureau.

"Something's wrong?!"

Zhang Fang was shocked when he heard the exclamation, and he didn't care about checking the attributes of Fang Shicheng's crippled martial soul, and with a flip of his hand, he put the soul bead into the acceptance ring, and at the same time, there was a sharp movement under his feet, and the whole person rolled over the long street like a violent wind, and rushed into the Zhenyuan Dart Bureau.

As soon as he entered the Zhenyuan Dart Bureau, Zhang Fang saw that on the martial arts arena in front of the main hall of the front door, there were more than 100 corpses lying horizontally and vertically, the disciples of the Zhenyuan Dart Bureau were the majority, accounting for seven or eighty percent, and the rest were still the people of the twelve secret sects of the Demon Dao, Zhang Fang was furious when he saw this scene, these fallen disciples of the Zhenyuan Dart Bureau in front of him were all NPCs, which were non-renewable resources, and they were an important part of the operation of the Zhenyuan Dart Bureau itself, the key is that some NPC disciples had an intersection with Zhang Fang, just like Senior Brother Luo Yun, guiding Zhang into the door, There is still some weight in Zhang Anxin, when he thinks that these people will no longer be visible in the future, Zhang Anxin's depressed desire is about to explode, how can he not be angry!

However, it can also be seen from this that the attack of the Demon Gate this time was obviously planned by a good life, and the disciples who came were all elite, and the corpses of these ten or twenty Demon Gate disciples in the martial arts arena were not only blocked by hundreds of NPC disciples, but there must have been more Zhenyuan Dart Bureau players who died because of this, but their corpses had already turned away.

Just the martial arts arena in front of the front hall caused the Zhenyuan Dart Bureau to suffer such heavy losses, you can imagine how tragic this battle was, Zhang Fang's eyes were completely red, like a flame burning, and at the same time, the steps under his feet were faster, towards the depths of the door

"Senior Brother Luoyun, we can't hold on anymore, even the Great Elder has been killed by this demon, what should we do, how"

In a long corridor in the backyard near the martial arts training ground, more than a dozen disciples of the Zhenyuan Dart Bureau were in a group back to back, and dozens of demon disciples surrounded them, and not far in front of the disciple who spoke, an extremely vicious-looking Angzang man was carrying the corpse of an old man in his hand, the old man's neck had been completely broken, and his head turned around a few times like a twisting trouble.

The other hand of this vicious man was taken out of the old man's chest, which was full of thick blood and some fragments of organs, but he put this hand to his mouth, licked it and said: "My holy gate is really in decline, I didn't expect to deal with a garbage sect like the Zhenyuan Dart Bureau, and I have to do the best in the door, and the rest of our old ghosts will be dispatched one by one."

Bah!

This blood is really stinky, it's ridiculous that an old man who can't even touch the threshold of the prefecture level is actually the great elder of the Zhenyuan Dart Bureau, this kind of garbage is not worth dealing with with yourself at all! ”

As he spoke, the vicious man threw the old man's body to the ground like a rag, and blood spilled on the ground. And the vicious man immediately looked at the remaining dozen or so Zhenyuan Dart Bureau disciples who were together, and said with a cruel smile: "You garbage still dare to hold a knife and raise a sword in front of Lao Tzu?

If you want to wait for death, quickly throw away your blade and kneel on the ground, maybe the uncle is in a good mood to wait, and maybe he can let go of the two of you. ”

When this vicious man said this, it made the rest of the Zhenyuan Dart Bureau disciples feel cold, this person easily tortured and killed the Great Elder, everyone saw it, how could they resist with their strength? Some timid disciples couldn't even stop trembling all over their bodies, and even worse, a thick liquid flowed out of their crotches. It's just that this man is too vicious, but no one kneels down and begs for mercy.

And the leader of this group of people is Luo Yun, he is the personal disciple of Yuan Chenshan, the head of the dart, his strength is the strongest among all the disciples, and he always has an idea in case of trouble, and the other disciples can only use his backbone at this time, hoping that Senior Brother Luo Yun can come up with a way.

It's a pity that in such a situation, what can Luo Yun do? However, in order not to make the disciples lose the courage to resist, Luo Yun held up his spirit and said loudly: "Don't be afraid, junior disciples, although the strength of the demon is strong, but the number is not many after all, as long as we try our best to persevere, and wait until the master of the first class comes, this demon is a dead end!" ”

"Class A?"

When the vicious man heard this, he laughed, and then said, "It is said that Gao Hunt is the head of the class A class, right?" The juniors of a first-level martial artist have all become the leaders of this class A class, what powerful role can he have?

I'm not a waste like a poisonous corpse, I was actually beaten to death by a junior of a first-level martial artist. To tell you the truth, don't say that any master of the A-word class came to the rescue, even if Gao Hunt personally came to save you, you would not be able to escape death!

I can't even wait for Gao Hunt to come in person, I'm good to be in front of you, and beat this number one master on the list into a puddle of rotten meat! ”

The vicious man spoke vigorously, and a disgusting and hideous smile appeared on his face from time to time, as if he had really torn Gao Hunt to pieces, but as soon as his words fell, not far away, a voice with a cold chill like a ghost hissed came.

"Really? Then I'd like to see how you beat me into a puddle of rotten meat! ”

"Huh!"

As soon as these words fell, a figure rushed into the room, and before the person arrived, a thick chain with the thickness of a child's arm came from mid-air, as if with a huge blow of a thousand blows!

"Bang Bang!"

In the next moment, only listening to the sound of several consecutive flesh and skin strikes, the three Demon Sect disciples who had not yet had any reaction were hit by this chain, and the incomparable force on the chain directly smashed the heads of the three people like watermelons, and then followed by the chains straight down, knocking the bodies of the three people to the ground.

After the chains came into contact with the ground and made a muffled sound of 'bang', everyone saw that the three disciples had been beaten into a big puddle of rotten flesh by the chains, blood and water flowed sideways, and minced meat mixed with organ fragments splashed everywhere. (To be continued......)