Whether it is a lotus that creates the world, namely the Chaos Green Lotus, the Seven-Colored Soul Lotus, the Qilin Magical Medicine, the Green Li Red Fire, or other magical medicines, most of them were born a long time ago.

Born in chaos, born at the beginning of the creation of the world.

These are almost all innate and magical medicines that have been achieved.

There are only a handful of people who can become magical medicines in the day after tomorrow.

Almost inaudible.

It takes a low-level spiritual medicine to overcome the tribulation and last for hundreds of thousands of years to have that ray of possibility.

That's it.

Now when Ling Zhi and Qiu Qian were fighting, it suddenly ushered in its own magical robbery.

"Is it because of the Qilin magic medicine?" Ling Zhi frowned. He had seen several times that the old ginseng king was pestering the Qilin magic medicine. It had taken the initiative to come to the side of the colorful soul-raising lotus.

From this level, it should have gained a lot of benefits from these two magical medicines and realized a lot of things.

The ginseng king has adult thickness, which is an enlarged version of ordinary ginseng. From the outside, there are not many magical features except for the size.

It looks very ordinary and simple.

At this moment, even if it rushed out of Lexus' ring and rushed into the sky, it did not show any luster.

"There was a saying that every magical medicine is a kind of Tao. If it wants to become a magical medicine, it must have its own Tao. Now, is it its Tao?" Ling Zhi murmured to himself, his heavy mood was rarely better.

King Chan has been by his side for a long time. During this period, when he was weak, he also helped him several times to save the lives of him or his friends. This is a great kindness.

Now that King Chan can get what he wants, he is naturally happy.

"My condition is too bad now. I'm afraid I can't help you. Come on." Ling Zhi smiled and spoke.

King Gan turned around and looked at him. The beards of Gan Gan looked like the beard of an old man, showing kindness.

"The character of this magical medicine is much better than that of my Buddhist sect." Lu Chuan muttered from the side.

Ling Zhi twitched his lips, but he knew that if there was really danger, the old man, Ginseng King, had his two legs that looked like big white radish, and he ran so fast.

The divine medicine disaster of King Ginseng is not so much earth-shaking, nor is there any thunder and lightning. Everything is so ordinary.

However, from King Shen's slightly trembling body, it can be seen that this magical medicine disaster is far less peaceful than the appearance.

"It's such an unexpected surprise. I didn't expect you to send me a magic medicine." Qiu Qian kept watching from the side, looking at Ling Zhi at this moment, "And what about you, how long can you last?"

"Still kill you." Ling Zhi is still the body of bones, with dazzling white bones, and the flames burning beside him, like a messenger of hell, like a devil.

But his bones were too white, dazzling and bright.

That was the power of immortality, flowing along his bones and bone marrow.

"I'm really not sure if you can do it until you kill me." Qiu Qian sneered and walked towards Ling Zhi, "But one thing I can be sure of is that even if you can really last for so long, your Nirvana will definitely fail."

"If Nirvana fails, will you die and disappear? Or will you live with this bone as you do now? Life is worse than death!"

Qiu Qian waved his hand and flew to him on both sides, becoming a huge flower group.

Then he reached out and grabbed the flower ball, and a flower sword formed by a condensed body appeared in his hand.

Bang.

With one sword, Ling Zhi blocked the Panlong spear with the pen dragon spear and was beaten back.

"snort."

Ling Zhi waved the dragon spear, and the tail of the spear was pressed on the ground, supporting him, then twisted his body and stabbed towards Qiu Qian.

Qiu Qian waved his arms and resisted them with a foil sword.

With a bang, the foil sword could resist the sharpness of the Panlong Spear and make a sound of metal impact.

"Open." Ling Zhi gritted his teeth and exerted force. The phantom of Panlong appeared, rushed over the flower sword, and rushed towards Qiu Qian himself.

Qiu Qian was calm and slightly raised his fingers and put them on the flower sword. The flower sword suddenly exploded.

Each flower flew around at an amazing speed.

Bang.bang.

The dragon spear in Lingzhi's hand danced like an iron rod, forming a rotating fan, knocking away everything hit in front of him.

"cough."

Before he could block everything, Qiu Qian had already come to him, pinching a piece of blood between his index finger and middle finger, and whipping it at Ling Zhi with a snap.

But the phantom of the dragon was blocked by some of his chest.

When the flowers passed by the immortal fire in front of Ling Zhi, the flowers bloomed and bloomed to the most charming level.

Then under the immortal fire, it burns at its limit.

But after these flowers burned, the ashes did not sprinkle, but fell on the branches.

"The flowers bloom and must be broken." Qiu Qian's eyes were filled with a touch of femininity, and the branches slammed through the immortal fire and sucked on Ling Zhi's body.

Bang.

Ling Zhi's hard body and the hardest bones could not resist.

Under such a blow, Ling Zhi's ribs on his chest were almost completely broken, and several pieces were broken from his chest.

The branches were then ignited under the immortal fire and were discarded by Qiu Qian.

"If I really want to kill you, I can't survive with your strength." Qiu Qian snorted coldly, "Put the strange stone tablets on you."

Ling Zhi covered his chest and could see the bone mass on his chest growing.

But again, it will not heal in a short time.

"Bang."

Once again, a branch sucked, and this time it hit his calf bone.

Ling Zhi's body bent, and his whole body suddenly became high and low, with an extremely ugly face.

His cultivation is still too low. Even if the Dao damage is removed, he is not a match for warriors in the third level of the Saint King.

In particular, his opponent is a character like Yao Wang Feng, Qiu Qian.

Swish.

Just as Ling Zhi gritted his teeth and stood up, a mellow, golden light suddenly fell from the sky.

These lights are like golden wine, falling from the sky.

But it all fell on Ling Zhi.

Infused down, it suddenly appeared like a waterfall, reflecting Ling Zhi's body.

Only a black flame appeared in it from time to time, and Ling Zhi could no longer be seen.

Qiu Qian frowned and looked at him, and immediately understood. Then he suddenly changed his expression. He pulled out ten branches with his hands and pulled towards Ling Zhi.
Chapter completed!