Chapter 2939
Chapter 2939
Chapter: 2939
Three minutes later.
All the Dragon Guard Pavilion killers had fallen into a pool of blood.
Lu Chen, who was covered in blood, was even more shaky and could not hold up.
His vital signs were getting weaker and weaker, all the powerful energy in his body had dissipated, and he was on the verge of death.
The scenery in front of me became increasingly blurry, and my heartbeat almost stopped. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.
“I didn’t expect that after going through so many storms, I would die in the hands of my own people in the end. It’s really ridiculous!”
Chase Lu laughed to himself, looked down at the knife on his chest, then held it with both hands and pulled it out suddenly.
In an instant, blood splattered everywhere.
If you are about to die, having a knife stuck in your body will always look bad.
After pulling out the knife, Lu Chen felt that the world was spinning in front of his eyes, and finally he fell heavily to the ground with a “thud”.
Consciousness is completely black.
When Lu Chen fell down, a spiritual talisman he was wearing suddenly began to shine, and finally turned into a golden light, poured into Lu Chen’s eyebrows, and disappeared.
After the spiritual talisman entered the body, it instantly turned into a powerful energy that penetrated Lu Chen’s limbs and bones.
The strange poison that Xie Sinian released before began to disintegrate quickly after coming into contact with this energy, without any ability to resist.
Lu Chen’s previous internal injuries, including the fatal knife wound that had just penetrated his chest, were being repaired bit by bit after being baptized by energy.
This energy contained vigorous vitality, which slowly pulled Lu Chen, who had lost his vital signs, back from the edge of the ghost gate.
At this moment, he was in a private house dozens of miles away.
Li Qingcheng, who was closing his eyes to rest, suddenly trembled, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his whole body.
His flawless and pretty face instantly turned pale.
“How could this happen? Has the amulet been damaged?”
Li Qingcheng frowned, counted with his fingers, and his expression changed drastically.
“broken!”
Without any time to think, Li Qingcheng immediately cast his spell, turning the whole thing into a stream of light and heading straight to a certain place.
…
At this moment, in a secret base in Hulong Pavilion.
A man wearing a grimace mask was leaning on a luxurious golden dragon chair, closing his eyes to meditate.
Like the supreme being in the world.
On its left and right sides stood a group of dead soldiers with ashen faces.
These dead warriors are all masters carefully cultivated by the Dragon Guard Pavilion.
Not only do they practice evil methods, but they also temper their bodies with poison all year round. They are tireless, feel no pain, and are not afraid of death.