Chapter 3677

"Purple love!"

The two looked at each other and were surprised to find that the light came from Ziqing's cell.

However, after those bitches captured them and imprisoned them, didn't they feed everyone the poison Qigong powder that will crack the internal organs as long as they use their true Qi?

How can purple love

"Poof!"

There was blood in their mouths.

"Help me." She hurried.

"Ziqing is a holy body, unusual from ordinary people. We try our best to help her." In the nearby cell, Liu Sha shouted urgently.

Almost as soon as her voice fell, there were only bursts of blood spitting in several cells around her, but in any case, there was still a trace of light in each cell, and kept going to Ziqing's cell.

Mo Yang didn't dare to neglect. He quickly helped Mo Beitian up, and then helped him sit in front of the cell door. Just after fixing him, a ray of light from Ziqing quickly hit into Mo Beitian's body.

With the white light entering the body, the blood color of the dying devil Beitian soon recovered, and a trace of ruddy could be seen on his pale face.

"Not enough energy." Ziqing is dressed in white, and her chest has been dyed red by a lot of blood.

In the other cells that delivered energy to her, at this time, the blood of a group of people continued to flow. Obviously, with the dissipation of miracles, such loss is actually a huge consumption for anyone.

However, even so, none of the gang gave up, let alone uttered a painful voice. Even, Master Lu, a man with low cultivation, fainted directly shortly after he worked, but he just fell silent and never affected anyone.

"I can only barely maintain his life! But once the energy dissipates, he will soon......" Ziqing didn't go on.

But everyone knows the answer.

"Then let's keep going like this." Dao 12 clenched his teeth and shouted angrily.

The next second, only the voice of the crowd was responding to what Dao 12 had just said.

In this way, groups of people fell down one after another, but the weak energy has been transmitted to Ziqing intermittently, and then introduced into the body of magic Beitian.

Until the dead of night.

Almost all of them fell down, but the breath of Mo Beitian reluctantly returned for a while.

Although he was still dying at this time, after a whole day's repair, at least he would not be injured and die for the time being.

Under the toxicity of Qigong powder, this is the maximum limit.

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

I don't know whether it's to stimulate Han 3000, or for any other reason. At this time, it's time to fall into the city and take the city master's house as the center. It's bright lights and singing and dancing.

A bustling scene.

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

Countless soldiers or experts secretly lurk in the dark, quietly and dead staring at the most central place at this time.

There... May be the only place where it's not so quiet.

Han 3000's snoring echoed and accompanied each other with the gluttonous of evil, and stubbornly chiseled out their "Symphony" around the quiet.

Lin long is completely loveless. From the morning to now, they have suffered at least tens of thousands of sneak attacks and cold arrows. The transparent barrier supported by Han 3000 is almost completely broken into sand at this moment.

But even so, the damn Han 3000 still slept like a dead pig.

Brother, the fire has burned to your eyebrows. Are you sleeping? And still sleep for a whole day.

Suddenly, just at this time, Han Sanqian suddenly sat up with a smart butt, startled Lin long, and made him very happy. After all, the goods have arrived and can be regarded as waking up now.

And looking at the nervous look on his face, he should seem to have moved.

But when they moved here, the enemy troops who were ambushed in the dark could not help tightening their bodies, but when they were so anxious that they even breathed to the Lord, Han Sanqian's next move directly let them see their skeptical life.

Bullshit can be testified by both hands, because he is all the same with the scalp and feels like his mother fucking hell!

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