At this point, Fengchen suddenly felt a little boring. There was no point in fighting any longer, Fengchen cut off the knife with his hand, and a good human head flew out. The beauty king of the Northern Qiong Empire died.

"It's your turn!" Fengchen turned around and looked at the rough Dou Wang and said lightly. Like the god of death who reaps life, when he speaks, he will judge life and death.

The rough fighting king was secretly approaching the edge of the battle platform, and when he heard Fengchen's words, he immediately rushed out desperately. If you stay on the battle platform, you will definitely die, and only by rushing down will you have life. The four of them combined to kill the wind and dust, two were killed, another escaped, and now he was the only one left, and an arm was cut off. Such a terrifying existence, why did he provoke without opening his eyes, and when Ge Qingyun was just now, why didn't he keep up? Infinite remorse spread in his heart, but there was no regret medicine in reality.

But in the end, he can live, and even if he loses an arm, he will still have a chance to be reborn with a broken arm in the future. Seeing that the edge of the battle platform was already close at hand, this man made up his mind not to provoke the wind and dust again.

But even if he wanted to provoke again, he had no chance. As soon as he jumped, he saw that the hope of life was in front of him, and a cold light flashed behind him, and the brilliance in his eyes slowly dissipated.

The corpse fell to the ground, and the upper body had already appeared outside the battle platform, but he would never be able to take this half step.

Fengchen stood on the battle platform, with three corpses lying beside him, soaked in blood, some of them were their own, and more of them were opponents. Bloody and mad, the anger is compelling. Turning his gaze to Ge Qingyun outside the battle platform, Fengchen curled the corners of his mouth and gestured a middle finger at him.

Seeing this naked contempt, Ge Qingyun's face was ugly, but he dared to be angry and didn't dare to speak. Looking at the corpse on the battle platform, which was like the dust of the demon king, Ge Qingyun was afraid. If I had hesitated for a moment just now, I am afraid that there would be another corpse on the battlefield at this moment.

Ignoring Ge Qingyun anymore, Fengchen turned around and walked off the stage after the referee announced the verdict. His consumption in this battle was not small, although he did not suffer any heavy damage, but the knife in his back, no matter how hastily he resisted the attack of the three nine-star peak Dou King, he also had to breathe well.

Speaking of which, it is too careless to ask yourself about this battle, otherwise it will definitely be much easier to win. But this is a lesson for myself. You can't despise your opponent at any time, especially on this Tianyun Huiwu battle platform, the top geniuses from the twelve top-grade empires, even if they are inferior to themselves, they also have the means to press the bottom of the box. If you're not careful, you'll capsize in the gutter.

I have suffered more than once because of carelessness and carelessness before, and this time it was planted on this, which is what really makes the wind and dust linger. Keep telling yourself in your heart that you must never make the same mistake again in the future.

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Meditating and pranayama, Feng Chen deliberately suppressed his recovery speed. Otherwise, it would be too shocking, because before he stepped off the battlefield, Fengchen found that his wounds had a tendency to heal. If it weren't for his deliberate control, the wound behind him would definitely not bleed again.

The reason why this is the case is that Feng Chen has some guesses, in addition to the mysterious exercises he cultivates have a strong recovery ability, but also because he has eaten the Nine Dead Soul Resurrection Grass Leaves and a large amount of swallowed Earth Soul Milk, both of which are healing elixirs, and their medicinal effects are accumulated in the body. Usually dormant, but now that he is injured, the effect of this medicine is revealed.

"But even if it were, it shouldn't be so fast. "Fengchen is a little puzzled, the Nine Dead Soul Grass has been eaten a long time ago, and the Earth Soul Milk has been drunk for a long time, and he has suffered a lot of injuries during this period, and his recovery power is not so perverted.

Although this change is good, but I can't find a reason, Fengchen is always a little uneasy, if you can't even control your body, then everything is empty talk.

Suddenly, Fengchen had a flash of inspiration, and an electric current slipped through his mind: "Could it be that?" Fengchen remembered the giant python he had met in Daze not long ago, and a series of things that happened afterward. If anything really changes, it can only be at that time.

A drop of suspected immortal blood that absorbed an early eighth-order demonic beast was not surprising to have this ability. Thinking of the reason, Fengchen's heart was not only not relaxed, but even heavier, this seemingly coincidental series of connections involved too many things. At this moment, I don't even have the qualifications to know the truth, so I can only keep my doubts in my heart.

None of this can be involved, but Fengchen knows that the ability to recover from this metamorphosis must not be exposed to the public. Otherwise, this world of wolves is a piece of fat that will whet their appetite.

Usually chatting with the Curse Nightmare, Fengchen learned from him that there was once such a race in this world, and they were born with this enviable recovery ability. A fatal injury to ordinary people is like a tickle to them. No matter how serious the injury, as long as it is not cut off or completely shattered, they can recover.

This ability is not surprising to some peerless powerhouses, who can even be reborn with a drop of blood. But that race is different, they don't need to be peerless powerhouses, they are born with this ability to recover. Not only that, but the lifespan of this race is also far beyond that of ordinary people, even if they don't cultivate, they can live to be more than two hundred years old. It is precisely because of this ability that they are called the undead race.

But such an undead race that defied the heavens has now disappeared from the world. It's not because of any natural disaster, it's all because of man-made disasters. This resilience and longevity have attracted countless greedy eyes. Those beings whose lifespans were at the end of their lives and who could not extend their lifespan by breaking through cultivation were all targeting this race. They are eager to crack the secrets of their bloodline, and their attraction is too great for the dying to be.

Countless people went one after another, hunting the clansmen of the undead race, studying their bloodline, and even using the babies of this race to refine the longevity pill. Even though there are many strong people in the undead race due to their innate advantages, they can't bear the constant black hands of others, and in the end, generation after generation, year after year, this race against the sky has been completely wiped out in the long river of history. And until the last undead disappeared, no one could figure out anything.

Fengchen didn't want to be mistaken for the bloodline of the undead race, otherwise he might never have peace. Maybe some crazy old monster will catch himself and go to alchemy. And Fengchen knew that if someone really came to catch himself to refine the pill, and he was successful, then he would really be able to practice the longevity pill with extraordinary effects. Containing the flesh and blood of the Nine Deaths Soul Rejuvenation Grass and the medicinal effects of the Earth Soul Lotion, plus a drop of immortal blood, this Life Extension Pill is simply not too replenishing.

Thinking of the scene where he was refined into an elixir and then swallowed, Fengchen couldn't help but shudder. "No, it must not be exposed. Wind and dust said.

Carefully controlling his recovery speed, Fengchen is also a little funny, how fast others heal and how to come, and themselves, not only do they not need to be like this, but they even have to control that they can't be good too quickly, and there is really no one.

However, even if the speed of healing was controlled, the injuries that were not too heavy were completely recovered quickly. Then Fengchen pretended to heal his wounds and continued to meditate and cultivate. An hour passed like this, and Fengchen got up, because the last selection to decide the top ten was about to begin.

Ten grand battle platforms rose in the square, in view of the previous incident in which Feng Chen and Ge Qingyun's four people had broken up the battle platform, so this time the ten battle platforms were specially reinforced by the formation mage, which was enough to withstand the battle of the low-level Dou Zong. In fact, except for being slightly smaller, this is completely the standard of the Douhuang level test platform.

Feng Chen and other ten defenders stepped onto the stage, and the ten winners who were determined among the fifty losers of the first round took the stage in turn.

Among the people who guarded with Fengchen and others, there were also a few old acquaintances who were young. The greedy wolf of the Blackwater Empire, the female fighting king of the Three-leaf Empire at the level of the seven-star Douwang he met in the first round of illusions.

Meditating and pranayama, Feng Chen deliberately suppressed his recovery speed. Otherwise, it would be too shocking, because before he stepped off the battlefield, Fengchen found that his wounds had a tendency to heal. If it weren't for his deliberate control, the wound behind him would definitely not bleed again.

The reason why this is the case is that Feng Chen has some guesses, in addition to the mysterious exercises he cultivates have a strong recovery ability, but also because he has eaten the Nine Dead Soul Resurrection Grass Leaves and a large amount of swallowed Earth Soul Milk, both of which are healing elixirs, and their medicinal effects are accumulated in the body. Usually dormant, but now that he is injured, the effect of this medicine is revealed.

"But even if it were, it shouldn't be so fast. "Fengchen is a little puzzled, the Nine Dead Soul Grass has been eaten a long time ago, and the Earth Soul Milk has been drunk for a long time, and he has suffered a lot of injuries during this period, and his recovery power is not so perverted.

Although this change is good, but I can't find a reason, Fengchen is always a little uneasy, if you can't even control your body, then everything is empty talk.

Suddenly, Fengchen had a flash of inspiration, and an electric current slipped through his mind: "Could it be that?" Fengchen remembered the giant python he had met in Daze not long ago, and a series of things that happened afterward. If anything really changes, it can only be at that time.

A drop of suspected immortal blood that absorbed an early eighth-order demonic beast was not surprising to have this ability. Thinking of the reason, Fengchen's heart was not only not relaxed, but even heavier, this seemingly coincidental series of connections involved too many things. At this moment, I don't even have the qualifications to know the truth, so I can only keep my doubts in my heart.

None of this can be involved, but Fengchen knows that the ability to recover from this metamorphosis must not be exposed to the public. Otherwise, this world of wolves is a piece of fat that will whet their appetite.

usually chatting with the curse, Fengchen learned from him that there was once such a race in this world.