He frowned, to this extent...

Breathing techniques are no longer enough.

He took a deep breath, pulled off his blouse, and began to practice Zhengshou here. However, after doing it a few times, he felt that he could not keep up with the growth rate of the alienated tissue, so he tried to imitate other jingzhu, and

He Xiaoxing specially taught him the powerful moves.

He tried over and over again, and the time passed as he continued to practice, but finally realized that it might not be enough, so he simply took the Xue Jun Dao in his hand, and kept using the heavy slashing method while matching his breathing.

Overflowing, the light flashed, and the debris of the flying head on the ground became fragmented under the influence of his remaining energy.

He moved all night long, and when the first ray of light shone down from the sky in the morning, he finally put away his sword and stopped moving. At this time, when he raised his head, there seemed to be a faint light flashing in his eyes.

He let out a long breath, put away the knife and stood up. After thinking about it, he first collected the ashes and black hair on the ground, then straightened his clothes, put the knife across his shoulders, and walked out.

People outside have been waiting anxiously. Gu Mingde has a ring of stubble on his chin, and they have not slept all night.

Because since those flying heads entered the old temple yesterday, Chen Chuan has not come out as usual, and they don't know what happened inside. It is getting dark now, and if they don't come out again, they will try to risk their way in.

At this time, they suddenly heard the sound of footsteps, and the people who were sitting couldn't help but stood up, and then looked towards the entrance of the old temple one by one.

As the footsteps became clearer, they saw Chen Chuan holding a knife in one hand and walking out of the dim light step by step. His figure went from blurry to clear, and finally stood under the morning light.

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Chapter completed!