The light pill gathered angry and monstrous energy, but the Dacheng powerhouse still didn't care.

"Die!"

Ye Luochen smashed it on his body, and the power suddenly spread for hundreds of miles.

It doesn't matter if it's air waves or sound waves, or it's storms, hurricanes, or even tornadoes.

All the energy continued to explode within a range of hundreds of meters, but the strong Dacheng with strong defense did not move like a bell.

In the ring space, three swords suddenly rushed out and gave each other a pair of piercings!

Burst!

The three swords pierced his body at the same time, and the Dacheng powerhouse was taken aback.

He suffered such a heavy blow and did not die, only suffered serious injuries.

"You wait for me, sooner or later I will get it back!"

After Dacheng said speaking, he fled into the distance, and no one thought that it would end like this.

The attack speed of the previous three swords exceeded the resolution of the naked eye, and if Ye Luochen was not familiar with the aura of these three swords, he would never have thought that they saved him.

Just like what happened to Qing Niang, the faces of three old men also appeared in the mind of this Dacheng powerhouse.

They looked at themselves fiercely, one by one, like a god of murder, glaring at him casually, which made this strong man tremble.

"That bastard is so weird, and who these three old guys are, let's investigate them later."

Badly injured, he couldn't fly for too long, so he staggered to the ground and almost fell to the ground.

Ye Luochen's side was not relaxed, after the enemy fled, his mouth was like a water spray gun, spurting out more than a dozen mouthfuls of blood.

Obviously, the energy transmitted by the three swords brought him an adverse reaction.

Those who were in the distance, the peak powerhouses of the Ancient Martial Realm Grandmasters, who were originally going to watch the jokes, were all frightened when they saw such a scene.

Zhuge Jin didn't pursue, seeing that the Ancient Martial Arts Realm Competition was coming, he didn't want to cause trouble to Ye Luochen and others.

Although Ye Luochen was injured, fortunately, there was a feng shui treasure nearby, and the herbs here were just right to treat his injuries.

In order to get the herbs here, Ye Luochen almost lost his life, if it weren't for the help of the three swords, maybe he would have been killed by the other party.

He sat aside to rest, and Zhuge Jin helped him collect medicine.

Fortunately, the herbs needed to cultivate the Heavenly Fire Fist are not too precious, so they can be found here, otherwise they will have to waste a lot of time.

In addition to collecting these medicines, Zhuge Jin also refined other herbs into pills.

When he practiced the pill, he forbade others to watch from the side, so Heilong and the others didn't know what Zhuge Jin used for alchemy.

There was a cave near this spiritual land, and they stayed here for the time being.

"Now you can't cultivate the Heavenly Fire Fist, you first take care of your body, eat this, and then enter the medicinal bath I prepared for you to take a bath, don't think about it for two or three days."

Zhuge Jin handed a pill to Ye Luochen, and after he ate it, he entered the bathtub and began to take a bath.

There is no need to cultivate for three days, just let the effect of the medicinal liquid in the bath water naturally volatilize in his body.

Three days later, he recovered, and after that, he began to practice the Heavenly Fire Fist.

Ye Luochen, who was soaked in the second pot of medicinal baths, was uncomfortable, and not long after entering it, all kinds of pain spread throughout his body.

The internal organs seem to be squeezed, the tendons and veins seem to be dragged hard, and even the body seems to be twisted into twists.

Mo said that for three days, he couldn't bear this kind of torture for half a day.

Every time I came out, my skin was red, as if a lot of blood had accumulated in it.

"You can't endure it for a while, you can endure the battle with the Dacheng powerhouse, you can't bear this?"

Zhuge Jin glanced at him, and Ye Luochen explained angrily: "This is not something that people can soak at all, in it, my internal organs seem to have been displaced, and it may explode at any time, if I lose my life for the sake of cultivating the Heavenly Fire Fist, then what's the point." ”

"No, it won't."

Zhuge Jin didn't believe in evil, he threw a finger into it, and after a while, he felt a sharp pain.

You must know that after he sealed his strength, he was in the same realm as Ye Luochen.

Since he could feel this pain, it meant that Ye Luochen did not panic.

Now even he began to doubt: "Is this thing really cultivated by humans?" ”

After that, in order to get used to the medicinal properties in the bath bucket, Ye Luochen had to come out of it every time he soaked for a while.

In the blink of an eye, a day has passed, and now he can last in the medicinal bath for an hour, at this speed, if he wants to cultivate in the medicine barrel in one breath for three days, it is impossible to practice in one breath for ten days and half a month.

At this moment, there are nearly twenty days left before the Ancient Martial Arts Realm Competition, and it is already imminent.

Therefore, these days, he can only continue to practice diligently.

"Ahh......hh

In the darkness of the night, the sound of screams came from the caves, and the sound of a ghost crying in the silent desert was like a wolf howling.

Even the strong people passing by couldn't help but shrink their necks when they heard such a voice.

Ye Luochen was stiff, and he insisted on it in the bath bucket for two hours, the skin on the surface almost melted, and the feeling of hot pain all over his body made Ye Luochen's scalp numb.