Chapter 331 (1/2)

After the first World War, Xiang Yang directly arranged several arrays, then sat down slowly with a wishful stick. Even Lien Chan didn't have time to pick up his profits.

The power of the blow was too great. Even if he had collected most of his power in the end, there was still a huge winding crack on the hard stone ground in front of him. The whole mine cave was shaking violently. The walls of the four sides were torn apart. At the top of the cave, huge stones fell down and would collapse.

Fortunately, there was a huge hill and the little guy Ran East and West, which finally stabilized the scene. However, even so, most of the mine cave was filled with rubble, leaving only dozens of feet of space next to Xiang Yang.

Xiang Yang breathed a sigh, and the three ZuLong nodes broke out at the same time. Although his physical strength was temporarily pushed to a new limit, the sequelae was really terrible.

At this time, every muscle of his body was tearing violently, like being peeled off by countless knives.

Every inch of meridians also sent out a hundred times stronger pain than needle pricking. Even the viscera seemed to burn, and the bones were being ground and crushed inch by inch.

If someone else, even the barbarian emperor, who is famous for his strong body, is faced with such severe pain, it is estimated that he will never bear it.

However, after several life and death disasters and nine months of hell, Xiang Yang's endurance has reached a level unimaginable to others, and he has held down, even without shaking the muscles on his face.

He sat around and took out a jade bottle from the heaven and earth tripod. Before opening it, he hesitated and changed a bottle. Then he took out the pill and took it. Then he was directly immersed in the chaotic imagination. He knew the sea and climbed the branches of the sky. With a gentle swing, the cool breath immediately spread all over his body, and the medicine power of the pill was also distributed at the same time.

I don't know how long later, the pain all over gradually subsided. Xiang Yang slowly opened his eyes and stood up with a wishful stick. Xiaoshanju had been lying on his legs waiting for him. Seeing him get up, he jumped up happily, pointed to the side and yelled happily.

Looking at the ashen body in front of him, Xiang Yang praised it with lingjue and took out several animal elixirs. As soon as the little guy saw the snacks, his round eyes narrowed happily and quickly picked it up with his fat little hand.

Xiang Yang got up and took a few steps. His bones made a light noise. At this time, his action was unimpeded, but his body was still different and weak.

Not only that, his stomach was also cooing, and every inch of his skin and every muscle seemed to turn into a gluttonous monster, full of hunger.

His physical body is too strong and needs too much energy to maintain his physical body. Even climbing the sky tree can't make up immediately. It still needs time to recuperate.

Xiang Yang looked at the friar who was killed in a flash, took all the Xumi magic weapons off his body, then took out an ordinary magic weapon, turned it around in the pile of blood and flesh beside him, even jumped into the crack on the side, looked for it, and picked up the flying sword not far away.

After the battlefield was cleaned, he took out several cleaned spirit beasts, used a flying sword as a fork, strung them together, took out a pile of spirit wood, lit it with samadhi real fire and directly roasted it.