The best medical god in the city

Chapter 8720 Xiu Xuan God

"This is the proving ground of cultivation, also known as the purgatory of the human world. It is a purgatory created by fantasy. There is no magic here. No matter what kind of cultivation you are, you have to lie down obediently. Here, the competition is for the control of the general trend of heaven. Condensation with the power of law."

"If you don't want to die, there may be an answer there!"

The mysterious man raised his head slightly, motioning Ye Chen to look back.

Behind Ye Chen, in the deepest part of this lonely city, there is a magnificent and boundless arena, which is so high that the dome cannot be seen.

The blood-red mottled wall skin has fallen off a lot, adding a touch of simplicity and solemnity to it. There, the blood light has a faint meaning of breaking into the avenue of heaven and earth, and the space here has a faint smell of fishy sweetness.

"Send you, the injury should recover soon."

The mysterious man handed Ye Chen a small bottle, in which only a few drops of crystal clear liquid remained, like water, but it was smooth and warm.

He waved his hand, and immediately said loudly to the sky:
"Chu Lan, I'm waiting for you at Xiuxuan Tianding. If you can successfully arrive within the time limit, I can choose to cooperate with you and take the inheritance of the Silent God's Six Forms of Silentness!"

The mysterious man's voice was particularly loud, and it could be faintly heard in almost every corner of the entire lonely city.

Ye Chen always felt that something was wrong. This guy said so, don't the people here regard themselves as Chu Lan in his mouth?

He wanted to explain, but the mysterious figure had already disappeared.

Following Ye Chen's confrontation with the mysterious man, the two left the bustling street one after the other, until their backs disappeared, and the closed taverns reopened their doors.

"The Immortal Emperor Changqing Brew, three items are on the first level!"

The charming shouts in front of the door echoed again, the crowd gradually moved, and the river of blood flowed again.

Many people looked at Ye Chen's departing back.

……

"This place is estimated to be created by Jingshen's fantasy, why does he keep inviting other people to come here for trials?"

"Could it be that he, like Hidden Saint, is looking for countless geniuses to crack the Heaven Dou Massacre Sword?"

"It's not that easy."

"But the only clue at the moment is to control the general trend of heaven!"

Ye Chen recalled the blow from the mysterious man just now.

Obviously, even he can't mobilize any spiritual power in his body. That palm is integrated into the avenue here. If he hadn't used the power of the Iron Throne and Longteng Mingxing to remove [-]% of his power, I'm afraid he would be killed. That guy pierced through.

"Condensation of the power of law!"

Ye Chen also tried the power of his own laws. Except for some of the laws of destruction and the laws of reincarnation, all of them could not be manifested. Since entering this city, even the power of the reincarnation bloodline could not be fully mobilized, and he and the reincarnation cemetery, Martial arts reincarnation map, and even the desperation of abandoning the world cut off contact.

He has a lot of hole cards, but many of them can't be used, or because of the rules here, only some of them can be used.

The power of Longteng Mingxing and Blood Dragon is part of it.

But to his surprise, a hole card is not restricted!

It is the ancestral coffin of the abandoned world!
It seems that the origin of this ancestral coffin is not small, if it is faced with a crisis, it can be used a little bit.

"cough!"

Ye Chen's chest was aching, he took out the small bottle handed by the mysterious man, and looked around: "Changqing Niang, what is the origin of this wine?"

At this moment of trance, a cold light lit up from all directions, blocking all Ye Chen's retreats.

"The law of the wind?"

This kind of attack can be easily broken even by him now, but now, in the lonely city where everything is invisible, it is a killer move.

Ye Chen stood there, letting the swordsman's head from all directions come, never dodging, just when everyone thought he was going to succeed, he saw blood surging from his back covered under the robe, and the attack of the eight people was instantly interrupted. collapse.

laugh!
Ye Chen's eyes flashed with a glimmer of light, and he immediately slashed with a sword: "Zhantian Jiujian, break it for me!"

With one sword, the heads of the eight people moved in an instant, blood surged like a column, and the eight upright corpses fell to the ground.

"Is it for this thing?"

Ye Chen looked at the delicate bottle in his hand, and it was this thing called Changqing Brew that brought his own death.

Ye Chen simply didn't ink any ink, a drop dropped into his throat, and he felt an indescribable heart-scorching pain, followed by bursts of numbness in the meridians all over his body, nourishing his injury.

"Ok?"

"poisonous!"

He soon discovered that something was wrong. Although the wine called Changqing Brewing could repair the injury, it had toxins spreading.

"There's something wrong with that guy!"

Ye Chen's expression was a little solemn.However, the poison tablet in the Reincarnation Mysterious Monument runs in an instant, and the problem is not serious.

He has the strongest reincarnation blood in the heavens, and it is not so easy to poison him.

"Lord Chu Chulan!"

At this moment, a timid voice sounded from the shadow behind Ye Chen, a sword repairer came out, and the first moment he saw Ye Chen, he lost the long sword in his hand.

He knew that as long as he did something, he would definitely die.

"Can you give me the heads of these eight people?"

He knelt not far in front of Ye Chen and prayed.

Ye Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, he never expected that he would be recognized as Chu Lan when he wore a mask.

This name has appeared many times. What is the origin of this person?
However, Ye Chen didn't intend to explain too much.

"You can, exchange them for some Changqing wine, I'll wait for you here, if you dare to run, you know the consequences!"

Ye Chen said lightly.

"Yes, yes, thank you Lord Chu Lan!"

That Jianxiu threw himself on the ground and gave a few big gifts. He picked up the scattered heads and left in a hurry. After a while, he returned with a small bottle in his hand, with five or six drops faintly in his hand.

"I'll take a drop, and the rest will be rewarded to you."

After Ye Chen finished speaking, he turned and asked, "Where do these wines come from?"

"Master Hui, it came from the purgatory that cultivated the profound, and some taverns hired people to fight in the purgatory, from where they could be exchanged for Changqing Brew for meritorious deeds."

"Here, the coins that are in circulation are the first grade of the item, and some people will donate them to the God of Xuanxuan in exchange for a long-term residency here."

The Jianxiu who said that was obviously a little weak. It was obvious that after several fierce battles, he had reached his limit, and he urgently needed this Changqing to recover from his injuries, otherwise he would be the next common currency.

Ye Chen waved his hand, and the man withdrew with interest, and he swallowed a drop of Changqing Brew that was exchanged.

"Pooh!"

The purity was far from what the mysterious man had given, but it was still poisonous, and even worse.

"Xu Xuanshen... What is the origin of this person? What exactly is the layout of Jingshen?"

Ye Chen's eyes narrowed, and he looked at the blood-colored building not far away. This God of Xuanxu really lived up to his name.

(End of this chapter)