Chapter 4157

It was as if he had gone through time and space to return to the legendary ancient battlefield. Instinctive uneasiness came back to him again. His whole body was covered with sweat, and his back was soaked in cold sweat.

"Go, go!" Zong Zhengming Yang's face turned pale with fright, and he roared again. He tried to run away, and at the same time, he quickly transferred his holy Qi and laid a layer of air shield outside his body.

"Kara!" His reaction was not slow. If he wanted to escape, his cultivation might be one or two levels higher than him. He might not be able to keep him, but it's a pity that what he met today was cangchen Shengwen. Just listen to a thunderbolt crack ring, hastily cloth under the air shield from the break.

A canopy of blood burst from behind, and the golden light also dispersed. Zong Zhengming Yang staggered in the air and stepped forward a few steps, then fell down like a broken kite.

"Master!" Affected by the aftereffects of Shengwen, several disciples were also injured, and a mouthful of blood was emitted at the same time. However, when they saw that master was more seriously injured, they did not care about their own injuries. At the same time, they flew away and caught Zong zhengmingyang.

"Go, go..." Zong Zhengming said in a trembling voice that only a few disciples could hear.

Several disciples looked at each other, gritted their teeth, and suddenly made a handprint.

"Bang!" In the dull sound, the Holy Spirit bead behind them burst at the same time.

And their faces, pale from serious injuries, quickly recovered as usual.

In order to cure the injury and improve their strength temporarily, they burst the Holy Spirit bead at the same time!

"Let's go!" The first disciple, holding Zongzheng Mingyang in his arms, continued to run away. The others followed him, but the speed was a little faster than before.

"I didn't expect that this man was a despicable person. He was loyal to these disciples." Zhong Lizheng and Weng Yuanming chased after each other for a few steps, then stopped and said with emotion.

Although their accomplishments are much higher than those of Zongzheng Mingyang's disciples, they can't catch up with each other even though they don't hesitate to blow up the Holy Spirit bead to improve their strength.

"If you run away, run away. It's no big deal." Gu Fenghua is a relief, not to say.

Zong Zhengming's cultivation of the seventh grade of emperor Yang is definitely not a weak person. She is deeply afraid of the result of his actions and the vicious means. If she really lets him escape from the star watching City safely, it will be endless trouble. But fortunately, although the last blow of cangchen Shengwen could take his life, it also obviously hurt him a lot. I'm afraid it's hard to keep his cultivation.

So, although Zong Yangming finally escaped, Gu Fenghua didn't worry at all. He even secretly pitied the old man's fate.

That's the strong one of the seven grades of emperor and saint. It's better to die when it comes to the end of the cultivation.

"Are you all right, my lord?" Weng Yuanming then noticed that Gu Fenghua's face was obviously a little pale, and his eyes were deeply tired. He asked anxiously.

"It's OK. It's OK." Gu Fenghua said.

As Luo en and others guessed, cangchen Shengwen's spiritual power has not been fully restored. Just now, she almost consumed every time she made a move. The first time she made a move, she even consumed all the holy Qi in her body.

It would be very difficult to recover in a few months if someone else had changed. However, with the continuous growth of the fourth congenital holy root, her holy spirit recovered much faster, so there is no need to worry too much.