"Could it be that he is obsessed with it?"

Below, there was a commotion.

Zi Chen sat cross-legged, his face full of pain, the skills in his body were constantly running, and the rich vitality in his heart was like a tide, gathering into his body.

"He is in pain and must have gone crazy."

Seeing Zi Chen's painful expression, many people's eyes began to flash and their eyes kept changing.

"boom."

The aura on Zi Chen's body was even more violent, and in the dazzling golden light, there were two extreme auras that were constantly colliding.

"ah."

Zi Chen looked up to the sky and screamed, the crack between his eyebrows was so obvious, it looked shocking.

"Hold on, Zi Chen, you must hold on, don't be anxious, slowly activate the Yin and Yang Art, and try to balance the two energies." Amo shouted anxiously.

In Zi Chen's dantian, the two energies were completely chaotic. Although they were rotating, they were no longer compatible. Instead, they erupted into a destructive aura. This aura emerged from the dantian, passed into the meridians, and directly shattered the body.

"He must have practiced some kind of skill. Although he has gained great strength, there is a certain danger."

Some people below saw some clues, and their eyes kept flickering.

Zi Chen is known as a mobile treasure house. He has things on his body that are jealous of many powerful forces, and he also has the strongest inheritance from the Wuji Sect that dates back ten thousand years. This is an unparalleled skill that can create a great sect.

"Uh-huh."

With a flash of light, a third-level monk suddenly rushed out of the crowd and rushed towards Zi Chen who was sitting cross-legged on the high platform.

"Qiang."
Chapter completed!