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Chapter 670 Qiu Zhen is half dead
"Woo--" A desolate horn sounded, which was the retreat horn of the people from the Black Territory.

When spiritual beings join the battlefield, a crushing turn of events has obviously taken place.

Qiu Zhen spat out a mouthful of dirty blood. A rough calculation showed that she had ten major injuries on her body, including countless scratches and scratches.

The biting ice sword almost turned her into a human sieve!
"Retreat! Get the human elixir refined by Dan Master Weng..." Qiu Zhen covered her broken arm, feeling extremely painful and her voice was very weak.

Her face was extremely pale, with faint purple spots on her cheeks.

Qiu Zhen's legs were hanging weakly and tilted to one side at an extremely weird angle, looking as if they had been broken alive.

There were two deep wounds on her calf that were visible to the bone. Dirty blood slowly flowed down her calf, exuding a fishy rotten smell.

The young disciple of the Qianqi Sect, looking at Qiu Zhen's appearance, was so horrified that his heart rose directly to his throat, and his hands and feet instantly became cold.

General Qiu Zhen now seems to be no longer human.

Her face was extremely pale, her eyes were bulging in pain, and she looked like a living corpse.

The young disciple held his breath because the smell of blood was so unpleasant.

He bravely handed the human elixir in his storage bag to Qiu Zhen with both hands and said in a trembling voice, "General, human elixir."

As if seeing a life-saving straw, Qiu Zhen grabbed the human elixir in the young disciple's hand and swallowed it wholeheartedly.

Qiu Zhen's sharp nails scratched the disciple's palm, and extremely delicious blood flowed out.

Qiu Zhen swallowed her saliva and stared directly at the young disciple.

The young disciple was a little frightened by the sight, and he said, "General, it's better to hurry up. If it's too late, the enemy will catch up!"

"What banner are you a disciple of?" Qiu Zhen said, her eyes never leaving the disciple, looking straight at him, as if through his skin, looking at the flesh and blood flowing in his body.

As he said that, Qiu Zhen couldn't help but licked his lips.

"The Eighth Banner, a disciple of Master Weng Dan!" Speaking of his master, the young disciple became more confident, with a hint of pride in his tone.Their eighth banner, the disciples of Alchemist Weng Tian, ​​followed the people from the Black Territory to the battlefield.

The purpose is to capture the enemy alive so that Alchemist Weng can refine human elixirs.

If your strength is low, you can just pick up enough dead bodies.

Qiu Zhen heard her disciple's answer and clicked her tongue impatiently, "Get out of here and stay away from me."

She couldn't move Master Weng's disciples, so she had to rely on Master Weng's human elixir.

Jiang Lian's body was already soaked, and all his white clothes were stained red with blood.It is no exaggeration to say that if you reach out and twist it, you can even squeeze out "water" like washing clothes...

Jiang Lian's eyes were already red with blood, her eyes were cold, and she almost raised her hand, but two heads fell down.

She is in the realm of transformation. Killing these black domain ants is as easy as cutting a watermelon.

But for ordinary monks, this is a completely different battlefield.

They are like plastic bags filled with water. They have to pass through the thorn forest. If they are not careful, they will be shattered into pieces.

The battlefield is too cruel, life and death are unpredictable, this is the burial place of powerful people.

Let alone them.

One by one, his former companions fell in front of him, watching them being swallowed into the belly of the Black Territory people, biting them alive into bloody mud.

Screams, wails, anger, and desperate roars were everywhere.

He couldn't tell whether it was his own voice or someone else's.

The sound of the iron shield completely shattering was as light as a fallen leaf...

(End of this chapter)