How could Zi Qing...

"puff!"

Almost between the doubts of the two of them, Ziqing had a big mouthful of black blood pouring out of her mouth.

"Help me." She said hastily.

"Ziqing is a holy body, which is different from ordinary people. Everyone try to help her." In the cell next to her, Liu Sha shouted anxiously.

And almost as soon as she finished speaking, only the sound of vomiting blood could be heard in several cells around, but no matter what, there were still traces of light burning in each cell, and they kept going towards Ziqing's cell.

Mo Yang didn't dare to neglect, he hurriedly helped Mo Beitian up, and then helped him sit in front of the cell door, just after he was fixed, a ray of light energy from Ziqing also quickly shot into Mo Beitian's body.

With the white light entering his body, the blood color of Mo Beitian, who was already dying, quickly recovered a little, and a trace of rosiness could barely be seen on his pale face.

"Not enough energy." Zi Qing was dressed in white, her chest was already stained red by a large amount of blood.

In the other prison cells that were sending energy to her, a group of people were also bleeding continuously at this time. Obviously, under the extraordinary power, such a loss is actually extremely huge for anyone.

However, even so, none of the group of people gave up, and no one uttered a sound of pain. Even a person with a low cultivation base like Master Lu almost fainted shortly after performing the exercises, but he just It just fell silent, never affecting anyone.

"I can barely keep him alive! But once the energy dissipates, he will soon..." Ziqing didn't continue.

But everyone knows the answer.

"Then let's keep going like this." Dao Twelve gritted his teeth and shouted angrily.

In the next second, only the vigorous voices of the crowd responded to what Dao Twelve had just said.

In this way, batch after batch of people fell down one after another, but the weak energy was transmitted to Ziqing intermittently, and then guided into Mo Beitian's body by Ziqing.

Until the dead of night.

Almost all the people fell down, but Mo Beitian's breathing managed to recover temporarily.

Although his life was still dying at this time, no matter what he said, after a whole day of repairs, at least he would not die from injuries for the time being.

Under the toxicity of Qigong San, this is already the maximum limit.

At this time, as the sky gradually darkened, different changes were also taking place in the fallen city.

I don't know if it was to stimulate Han Sanqian, or for some other reason. At this time, the City Lord's Mansion should be the center of the falling city. It was brightly lit, singing and dancing.

A bustling scene.

But in the arena of the playground in the center of the city, there was a dead silence at this time.

Countless soldiers or masters were secretly lurking in the dark, staring quietly and firmly at the very center at this time.

There... might be the only thing that makes this place feel less dead.

The grunts of Han Sanqian and the glutton of evil echoed each other and accompanied each other, forcibly carving out a piece of "symphonic music" belonging to them in this quiet surrounding.

Linlong was completely loveless. From morning till now, they had endured at least tens of thousands of various sneak attacks and cold arrows. The transparent barrier supported by Han Sanqian was almost completely shattered into sand at this moment.

But even so, the damned Han Sanqian still slept like a dead pig.

Brother, this fire is burning to the eyebrows, are you just falling asleep? And still sleep for a whole day. JrNovels.com