He ran out two storage belts and threw them to Tong Lao and Hei Ling. Hei Ling hurriedly took them and nodded to express his understanding.

"It contains medicine for injuries. If you are injured, drink some until the injury recovers."

As he spoke, Liang Jing danced his long stick like a three-color ball, wrapping himself up, sweeping all the way, cutting thorns with his shoulders, advancing in the air, and the team recovered again.

However, the good times did not last long. Suddenly, the blood brothers and sisters, shrouded in thick smoke, became confused. They were top-heavy and could not distinguish between north and south. In order to take care of them, Tong Lao and Hei Ling were attacked by ghosts and birds, and were constantly injured.

"No, these poisons are weird. They are soul poisons. They can make people's souls intoxicated and confused."

You exclaimed, and Liang Jing had a stern face. He had known it for a long time, but he just didn't want to say it and cause chaos in the team.

While the Poison Spirit continued to absorb the thick smoke, there were so many Abyss Roaring Beasts that they continued to spit out their fun.

"Fly! Fly higher and fly out of the poisonous flames."

Someone suggested, but was quickly interrupted by Liang Jing. The higher you fly, the harder it will be, the greater the consumption, and you may even encounter the danger of terrifying strong winds. Under the current circumstances, there is no need to be so open-minded.

He is the only one who can bear the enemy of his life. The others, not even Tong Lao and Hei Ling, can't bear it.

Go down!

The sky is not good, so we can only face those abyss roaring beasts directly on the ground. Anyway, we are surrounded by enemies in the sky and on the ground.

"Let me see if you are as terrifying as the legends say. Even the strong ones with golden elixirs have to retreat!"
Chapter completed!