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"Fifteen people."

"hiss."

Hearing this number, several people took a breath.

Fifteen people self-destructed their original bodies?

A simple number represents the existence of fifteen people in the realm of perfection.

Ling Kuang really spent a lot of money in order to survive.

Moreover, he not only escaped, but also caused huge losses to the Northern Continent.

The entire Northern Continent can be said to be full of elites this time. The damage is so serious now, and I don’t know how long it will take to recover.

"At that time, Ling Kuang's men had about twenty-five perfectionists left. Now fifteen people were sent out. In other words, there should be about ten perfectionists around him alive." When others were sighing, Yang Ming was there, counting his losses.

"The explosion was so powerful at that time. If these people protected Ling Kuang and escaped, I'm afraid they would be seriously injured. In a short period of time, there should be no weather left," Yan Kuang said.

These words are somewhat self-comforting.

Not far away, Old Mother Mangshan said, "Don't underestimate Ling Kuang. This person possesses such shocking skills as the Divine Slave Control Technique. Moreover, he has made up for the shortcomings in the skills. It is easy to grow his power again. Let him run away this time, and if he shows up again next time, I'm afraid he will have to switch offensive and defensive positions."

There was no reply.

Of course he knew this too.

But what can we do? Everyone has already run away.

In this situation, there are a lot of injured soldiers, and you still hope to find him. Even if you find him, he will self-destruct for you again. Can you afford it?

"This is an extremely dangerous person." Ancestor Donglai clicked his tongue gently.

He couldn't help but feel lucky that when he and Chen Muyu teamed up to deal with Ling Kuang, Ling Kuang was not crazy enough to play this trick with them. If Ling Kuang had ordered his subordinates to rush up and self-destruct, he really couldn't believe it. He and Chen Muyu didn't have time to escape.

He didn't say much, "Now is not the time to talk about this. Let me help you fellow Taoists heal their wounds first."

While talking, Yan Mang came to the corpses and took out a jade bottle from his waist. From the jade bottle, drop by drop of thick liquid slid down and fell on the corpses.

Release the stalactite.

Chen Muyu has also seen the bottle, Mingyu's.

Mingyu must have given it to him.

Naturally, you don’t have to feel bad if you use other people’s things.

After being infused with the powerful source of stalactites, those remaining bodies seemed to be instantly rejuvenated and grew rapidly.

Not long after, with the help of Shi'e stalactite, these almost fallen strong men were reborn with their original bodies and grew back to their physical bodies.

Although the physical body is still very fragile, at least it has come back to life. If you spend some time polishing it, it won't take long to fully recover.

Including the five with sound limbs, a total of twelve people survived.

"Thank you so much for keeping me alive, Brother Yanmang."

The first time these people were reborn, of course they were extremely grateful to Xianmang.

The man shook his head, "Your life should not be cut off. There is no need to thank me. If you want to thank me, just thank Brother Mingyu. Without the spiritual liquid he gave me, you would not have recovered so quickly."

Everyone nodded repeatedly, and their faces were filled with the joy of surviving the disaster.

Looking at the devastation in front of them and the hellish scene before, they didn't even dare to recall it anymore.

Everyone said no more and each found a place to recover from their injuries.

Chen Muyu looked around and saw that Yang Ming had quietly slipped away without a trace.

"Where is Yang Ming?" Chen Muyu asked quickly.

Dong Lai and others all shook their heads, "I didn't pay attention just now!"

Their attention was focused on the injured strong men in the Northern Continent. They just watched Yan Madang restore their bodies, and they would never think of paying attention to Yang Ming.

"This person also has the inheritance of the Divine Art of Controlling Slaves. Maybe he ran away because he was afraid of the same fate as Ling Kuang!" Ling Kuang said, inadvertently glancing at Mu Jia who was in meditation not far away.

Yang Ming is from Hongmeng Palace now, so he can't say much.

After a while, everyone from the Taiwu Clan returned.

What Yan Mang said is true. The Taiwu clan is already powerful physically. Although their respective realms are not very good, they suffered the least loss this time.

In addition to the three great witches Mingyu Mingyan and Mingxuan, there are also a few people who survived in the late stages of the Holy Lord Realm.

Several people looked at each other and said nothing.

Yanmang handed the bottle of spiritual fluid to Mingyu.

Mingyu put it away without even looking at it. Seeing his appearance, his mood was obviously low.

He led people to search around, but could not find the whereabouts of Ling Kuang's gang.

This time Ling Kuang escaped. If I want to catch him next time, it will be even harder than climbing to the sky.

The most important thing is that this round was organized by him. How could he feel better after coming all the way and suffering such huge losses?

After finding an open space and sitting down, Mingyu only felt a sense of frustration, a deep sense of frustration.

Mingyan also said nothing.

Chen Muyu came over and exchanged greetings. When no one answered, he started chatting with Mingxuan.

Mingxuan was one of her own, and what Chen Muyu did was not obvious. She naturally answered all questions.

Mingxuan also told Chen Muyu about the situation at that time, but it was quite different from what Qian Kuang told him.

What surprised him was that this matter really had nothing to do with Yang Ming.

Yang Ming really wanted to make peace.

But it's a pity that when people speak softly, no one will listen to him.

"However, Yang Ming said something about the Central Continent..." Mingxuan continued to talk, repeating everything Yang Ming said at that time.

After hearing this, Chen Muyu frowned.

Holy Lord Xuanwu, Holy Lord Kunlun, these powerful beings have not fallen?

The so-called fall and the so-called leaving a legacy are just the golden cicada breaking out of its shell and entering Central Continent to pursue a higher realm.

Listening to these words, Chen Muyu's outlook was a bit shattered. It was too outrageous.

But Mingxuan said that many people believed it at that time.

Chen Muyu's eyes fell on Hu Bugui next to him.

Hu Bugui shook his head, "Impossible, the inheritance in me will not be fake..."

The inheritance is a real inheritance, and even the inheritance memories exist. This fact exists in reality. Hu Bugui certainly does not think that he has inherited a fake one.

However, there are many bizarre things in this world. Although Hu Bugui said it was impossible, he didn't seem to have much confidence in his words.

"Yang Ming is a man of lies. Don't believe everything he says!"

Chen Muyu shook his head, "But you can't help but believe it. For example, what he said about Central Continent. Since the powerful people present at the time did not deny its existence, then at least it proves that this Central Continent does exist..."

As for how to get in, and whether there is a way to transcend the realm of perfection, you can be skeptical about this!