Chapter 882 (2/2)

At the moment, his stomach is half damaged.

There is no way to digest pills, let alone turn them into energy. Fortunately, he had the power of an immortal bird, and did many things that ordinary people could not do. He absorbed pills in his throat.

It's a bit slow, but not much.

Soon, a pure medicine appeared and flowed all over the body, making the numb body recover a little pain.

Perhaps because of the pain, Jiang Hao vomited another mouthful of blood, together with half a pill.

The black figure twisted and grew up with big black pincers and went to Jiang Hao's shadow.

All over the sky arrow rain appeared, the green light, the power is three or four times stronger than before.

”Go

Jiang Hao finally locked the blood in his internal organs and constructed a new channel to connect the strength of the undead with its body. Today, although he is much weaker, he can still escape.

Some of the flames were out of control, running around, strangling a lot of paper people.

Fortunately, the giant hand didn't show up again.

He took a deep breath, held back the flame, stepped on the air, accelerated, and avoided the forceps of the shadow. The tongs seem to be a little annoyed and catch up.

The power of fire condenses into a whirlwind, turns into the most beautiful flower, and draws all arrows into it. The green energy on the arrow can't bear such a huge change, and there are many waves.

The impact force formed by the spray made Jiang Hao's speed go up a lot, temporarily shaking off the pursuit of the black shadow.

The speed of paper horse is not fast enough to catch up with Jiang Hao.

The existence of terror finally came.

The huge shadow appeared, unable to see the shape, blocked in front of Jiang Hao. Jiang Hao felt a sharp pain in his forehead. It seemed that something had penetrated into his soul, which made him extremely painful.

His brain is clear and still thinking at high speed.

The strong force, against his soul, had a fierce encounter. Although his spirit was very strong, he was still unable to resist, and soon he was defeated.

The spirit dissipated little by little.

His consciousness began to wander, the world before him was blurred.

……

At a critical moment.

The undead made a reluctant song.