Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

Everything happened too fast.

It wasn’t just the general Wang who couldn’t react.

Even "Chicken Soup Stewed Rice" and "Eight-Armed Pagoda" they couldn't react to.

By the time they came to their senses, the king general had been beaten to a pulp.

This is not the key, the key is his incomplete interior location!

The door of the inner scene with powerful heritage that belongs to the successor of Tianzun has been broken.

The magical engraved fragments scattered on the ground inside indicate that even if the king survives, he will fall from the top to the bottom.

Unless the best Jingbao can be given to him, but for this kind of injury, I am afraid that there is no Jingbao in the world that can fully recover him.

The scene became very silent.

Only the sound of fists hitting flesh was left.

The eyes of the saints watching the battle were either confused or shocked.

There is still a trace of fear.

Because among them, many saints have fought against Fang Chen.

But none of them met such a miserable end.

"What a ruthless method. Can even the saint on your side do this?"

"This 'General' looks completely useless. "

"No wonder there is internal strife. I think they don't know the true strength of "Wu Shi" at all. "

"When a big dragon melon failed, was it intentional or..."

A saint subconsciously looked towards a big dragon melon.

A big dragon melon has an expressionless face, but the fingers hidden in his sleeves are twitching.

The blood disciples and Ghost Face thought that Brother Wu Shi would encounter a strong enemy this time, at least they would have to fight fiercely.

I didn't expect the result to be like this.

On the other side, the expression of "Eight-Armed Pagoda" became very silent.

"Chicken soup stewed rice" also said no more.

As for the prince, Wang Yumeng and the others, after a brief moment of daze, their expressions turned extremely pale.

Just looking at the incompleteness of the interior location, they had concluded that the king would lose his status as the successor to the throne!

Things shouldn't be like this?

"Don't, don't fight..."

A weak murmur floated out from the king general's mouth.

Fang Chen seemed not to hear it and continued to punch to the flesh.

"I, I admit..."

The king wanted to admit defeat, but he found that before he could finish speaking, his whole body seemed to be imprisoned by an inexplicable force, and he could not say anything even if he wanted to admit defeat.

Punch after punch.

Like a violent storm, it keeps venting on the king and general.

After fighting for about an hour, Fang Chen casually kicked away the unrecognizable Wang General.

Then look towards the direction of the "Eight-Armed Pagoda":

"'Eight-Armed Pagoda', with your little strength, are you worthy of snatching the Nine-Star Blood Eye Fruit?

Don't embarrass our Qiyangtang. Listen to my advice and go home and drink milk! "

"you--"

The chest of "Eight-Armed Pagoda" kept rising and falling.

Another late Qi collector who didn't say much finally couldn't help but said:

"Don't be too crazy,..."

"Don't pretend to be serious. I told you that you are not strong enough. Go back and drink your milk. Don't touch the adult's table!"

"..."

"Who else is going to challenge him! Knock him off his number one position!"

"Eight-Armed Pagoda" shouted angrily.

The saints behind him looked at each other.

The miserable situation of the king's general really frightened them.

"Qing Deng, are you coming?"

"Eight-Armed Pagoda" looked at Cui Qingdeng.

"This guy lost to a big dragon melon before, so it's useless for him to go up, right?"

The Saint of Blood Rain Tower looked strange.

"It's better to forget it..."

Cui Qingdeng was silent for a few breaths and said.

"Eight-Armed Pagoda" suddenly stopped talking.

In fact, they couldn't see that the generals were beaten so badly, even if Cui Qingdeng came on stage, it would be useless.

After all, the strength gap between Cui Qingdeng and Wang Jiang is not that big!

At this time, the blood mist fell and took away Fang Chen and Wang Jiang.

The saints who were watching the battle were also sent away one after another.

Under the bloody battle lists in various places, a revered saint looked at each other.

They were still deeply impressed by the bloody battle just now.

There's still a bit to be desired.

And a hint of confusion.

Mainly because the battle ended too quickly.

They didn't have time to analyze Fang Chen's methods.

The "general" has been defeated miserably.

"Hey, it's just like when I ate a Jingbao a few days ago. I ate it in a hurry and didn't taste much..."

A saint couldn't help but sigh.

At that time, the saints such as the blood disciples and ghost faces had already found Fang Chen and congratulated him excitedly.

The saints nearby also came forward to speak auspicious words. This time, the way they looked at Fang Chen was different from before.

Those who have become saints all suspect that the big dragon melon was not lost by letting go of water, but actually lost by the person in front of them.

As a result, they became more and more looking forward to the next battle for the Nine-Star Blood Eye Fruit.

…

…

Elegant room.

The prince carried the general and placed him carefully on the ground.

Wang Yumeng and Wang Yumeng were also surrounding Wang General at this moment, looking at his unrecognizable appearance, their eyes full of distress and anger.

"Everyone, my eldest brother was beaten like this just to help you. What should I say now?"

The prince looked at "Chicken Soup Stewed Rice" and the others.

These three people seemed a little silent.

The other saints present also frowned slightly after seeing the king's appearance. It was really terrible.

"Eight-Armed Pagoda" pondered:

"If we succeed this time, we will give him the inner scene yuan stone that should be given to him, and we can also give him an extra sum."

The prince was extremely angry and laughed back: "What if it comes to pass? What kind of trick did you not see about Wu Shi?

Even my eldest brother has no power to fight back. Among all of you present, who is his opponent? "

Cui Qingdeng and others looked at each other.

"Why are you in a hurry? The first saint in the middle stage of Qi Yang Hall's Qi collection has not come yet, let's let this boy be rampant for a while longer.

Sooner or later he will be beaten down by that one, and your brother's revenge will still be avenged by then.

We can also get the Nine-Star Blood Pupil Fruit! "

"Eight-Armed Pagoda"'s expression darkened.

The prince was startled, and then said with an ugly expression:

"When will he come?"

The number one saint in the middle period of Qi Yang Hall Qi Collection, he was born in the Biluo Supreme Alliance.

But this person is not a child of the Xinggui clan, but a child of another wealthy clan, the "Hunting Ghost" clan.

"No more than three months at most!"

"Eight-Armed Pagoda" said in a deep voice:

“I took the lead in this matter, and it was also because I knew about my cousin’s methods.

With him as the core, we will definitely be able to win the nine-star blood pupil fruit! "

"You still have to take out some Jingbao. My eldest brother looks like this now. If he doesn't have Jingbao to support him, he will die."

The prince's tone softened a bit.

Seeing this, all the saints donated generously and took out various healing treasures.

The princes all fed the king and general.

Probably not long after, the king made some noise.

He opened his eyes with difficulty, only to find that the light was blurry and he could not see clearly the surrounding scene:

"Where am I?"

"Brother, have you lost your memory?"

The prince looked worried.

"Amnesia?"

The king murmured to himself, and then the unbearable memories came back like a flood. He closed his eyes and fainted again. (End of chapter)