Chapter 737: The power of life and wooden barrel

Looking at the peaceful face of Ning Yudie, Luo Zheng’s face showed a trace of sadness.

He is not an artificial person, and he can control his emotions many times, but the sad mood at the moment makes him somewhat difficult to suppress.

The battle with Cui Xie ended up with his victory, but he paid such a painful price. Ning Yudie was taken away by most of his vitality, just like a dead person.

This is also the result of Luo Zheng’s unexpected results.

Many warriors are roaring and shouting the name of Luo Zheng, but Luo Zheng has slowly advanced and flew toward the city of Apocalypse.

The three ally of the world's business alliances looked at each other and flew behind Luo Zheng. In fact, the three of them were most concerned about what the boy said, and the sacred country really sent people to the middle. ?

If this is the case, I am afraid it is the biggest crisis in the history of the Middle Kingdom!

The entire history of the Middle Kingdom is also a constant battle. This time, the Zongmen War launched by the evil sects swept over half of the middle grounds, but in the history of the Middle Kingdom, it was not unprecedented. When the entire Middle Kingdom was the most chaotic, all the ancestors The doors are all fighting each other, attacking each other, completely in a huge chaos.

But these Zongmen wars are the contradictions within the middle domain!

And that big **** country is from another continent, but enters the middle field with the invaders!

As long as a strong sea power enters the middle, it is enough to sweep the entire middle.

The strength of Luo Zheng is certainly strong, but after all, he is only a vain warrior. It is impossible to fight against the strong seas of the sea. Who will be able to resist the big country?

This is not a hidden worry. Only everyone can hear it clearly. The storms of the stars on the rioting sea have stopped. Those seas can easily pass through the riots and the midlands.

And this crisis that is close at hand is not the slightest possible...

Three days later.

Standing at the door of a palace, Luo Zheng is standing here, like a sculpture, looking at the sky quietly.

Apocalypse was originally the most affluent city in the middle of the city. It is a refining division, an alchemist, a rune teacher, and of course a famous doctor in the world.

An old man in a white robe walked out of the palace and sighed at Luo Zheng, his face showing a sorrowful color.

The old man named Xue Xi, even in the middle of the famous doctors, is a first-class medical doctor.

"Xue Dafu, how?" Luo Zheng asked softly.

In fact, seeing Xue Xi’s expression, Luo Zheng already knows the answer.

Even the well-informed Qinglong is helpless. How can the doctors in this domain be able to compete with Qinglong?

Just the drowning people will catch some life-saving straws in a random way. Luo Zheng can't tell the difference now, and he can only try it.

This Xue Xi is indeed a learned person, but he said: "The temple of the Cloud Temple is not a disease!" Xue Xi did not know anything about the law of causality, nor did he know that Ning Yudie was in Cui Xie. Life and death, he said in accordance with his own understanding: "Our people from birth began to absorb the first congenital fetal gas, the power of life in the body is constant! So the little guy will give life alive!"

"Our body is like a bucket full of vitality, but the vitality in this bucket will be slowly consumed as time goes by! And the practice of the warrior is to constantly expand this bucket and let this bucket And the vitality of the expansion is ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times, so the warrior has a life of ten times a hundred times more than the mortal life!"

"As people get older, the bucket will slowly decay, and the vitality in the bucket will gradually dry up. For example, even if the mortal is in the age of eighty or ninety years old, even if it is painless and disease-free, Will die, this is the so-called end of the disease! In fact, the power of life in the bucket has dried up..."

"The temple of the temple, this is the case, the power of life in the bucket has melted into ninety-nine, only a shallow force of life hanging her body, which is also fortunate that the bucket of the main lord is far more than other warriors Huge, gradually only the remaining force of life, but still able to maintain her body is not dead, but she is like this, saying something bad, and the death has not much difference!"

Xue Xi is very patient and explained with Luo Zheng.

In Tianqi City, Xue Xi is also a very old famous doctor. In addition to his great reputation, his temper is also very bad. It is the so-called arrogance, even if it is the ally of the world trade association, this Xue Xi is also rare to give a good face. .

But today he is very patient, but patiently with Luo Zheng said so much.

"Is there a solution?" Luo Zheng asked.

In fact, what Xue Xi said, Luo Zheng himself also knows that what he wants is not an explanation, but an approach. Other things say more, and it is useless for Luo Zheng.

"No," Xue Xiyu replied with a sarcasm: "In my middle school, there are indeed many medicinal herbs that can prolong life. But these medicinal herbs are not the real power to replenish life! The remedy is just to repair this 'bucket' Let the speed of the loss of life slow down, and the owner of the Temple of Clouds is not the problem!"

Luo Zheng frowned, and finally nodded, "I know!"

After Xue Xi’s departure, Luo Zhengcai entered the palace. Several prostitutes were waiting at the side, while Ning Yudie was lying on a brown wooden bed. She still had no change, just like she fell asleep, barely I don't want to wake up.

Luo Zheng quietly looked at it for a while, remembering that he had returned from Bojiang City all the way, Luo Zheng also vowed that if he had passed the crisis, he would also hold a double ceremony with her.

The crisis was spent, Cui Xie was killed by him, but it fell into this situation.

When Luo Zheng stepped forward, several prostitutes were very obedient and let go. He had some words to say, but he swallowed when he reached his mouth, and once again appeared a firm color in his eyes, but he silently said in his heart, I Will not let you die.

Then Luo Zheng turned and walked out of the palace, and went to the main entrance of the World Trade Union headquarters. The three lords, as well as many vain warriors, waited for a long time.

On the side of the main entrance, soaring in a strong fit, an emerald green machete backed at the waist, ready to go.

Although Cui Xie died, the embers of the evil sects were not completely eradicated. In these few days, the merchants of the World Business Alliance and the Yundian Temple continued to spread to the cities in the east and cleaned up the independent warriors.

However, most of the martial arts ancestors have already made birds and beasts scattered, and the defeated soldiers are like mountains. The main bones of the evil sects are dead, and other warriors have no resistance.

And this pedestrian, they are going to the imaginary sect, where it has been used as the temporary headquarters of the evil sect, and all the key things of the celestial sect have been moved here.

On the day of Cui Xie’s death, Yu Xiang could not wait to go to the virtual spirits. Before that, there was news that after Cui Xie used the virtual Lingzong as the headquarters, he held his lover in it.

Regardless of the fact that Cui Xie has been destroyed, there should be a lot of vain warriors in the imaginary spirits who are guarding them. With his cultivation of the gods, it is impossible to save alone, and only wait for the big forces in the Apocalypse city.

After this gathering of pedestrians, they began to move toward the virtual spirit.

A few days later, Luo Zheng and others appeared in the sky above the imaginary sect. Just when their pedestrians had just arrived at the illusory ancestors, all the patriarchs in the sect had already opened.

Although this imaginary spiritual sect was captured by the celestial sect, the set of guardian ancestors left by Feng Guanyu was not completely destroyed. Although Cui Xie died, there have been many warriors with great ambitions in the world.

Obviously, these warriors did not give up, and they even wanted to rely on the emptiness of the ancestral sect.

In the eyes of the martyrdom of the sinister sects, the patrons of the sacred sects of the sacred ancestors were the great sacred kingdoms. Once the people of the sacred kingdom came, the whole situation could be reversed.

This is also the reason why they still want to be affected by the disaster.

"The thousands of magical illusions of Fengguan Jade are inextricably incomparable, but after all, they can only resist the vain warriors and break the battle," Luo said with a faint opening.

The strength of the three major ally of the World Trade Union has already been comparable to that of the life-and-death martial art. Coupled with a Luo Zheng, there are still many vain warriors. It is not difficult to break this patriarchal squad.

What's more, the deaths of many vain warriors in the Tianxie ancestry, the wounds of the wounds, most of them are also scattered and fleeing, and there are not many warriors who are willing to stay in the Tianxie ancestor.

"Booming..."

Under the repeated attacks of the people, the thousands of illusions have finally broken.

Luo Zheng's figure turned into a dawn, and flew away to the virtual spirits!