The prince covered his neck with one hand. There was a huge hole there, and you could almost see the throat.
It was torn apart forcefully.
The intestines were hanging out of the abdomen, and the prince was stuffing them in with his other hand.
If Luo Chen hadn't saved him just now, he might have died directly inside.
It was so terrifying! He was almost dying at the moment, and then he leaned on a stone platform in the underground palace.
The blacksmith and others came looking for the smell of blood.
"How did you get into such a horrible state?"
As the little girl spoke, an earthy yellow light shone on the prince.
"Playing games!"
The prince smiled bitterly and said.
"You're almost dead and you're still skinny?"
"Sew up the wound first!"
The blacksmith took out a steel needle.
"etc!"
The prince said with difficulty.
"What's wrong?"
The blacksmith looked at the steel needle in his hand. It was not very thick, just about the thickness of his little finger! "Take out your phone for me. I want to take a picture first and send it to Moments!"
The prince is very obsessed.
"You're almost dead. You're halfway through hell. I don't want to accept you!"
The little girl hugged her arms and said.
"I know, that's why I want to take a photo!"
The prince's logic is completely incapable of reaching his point! "Okay, stop being so stupid!"
The little girl directly held down the prince.
"Oh, why don't you give me an anesthetic?"
The prince screamed strangely.
"Are you still afraid of pain?"
The little girl said in surprise.
"Am I not made of flesh?"
The prince asked back.
"And is that a needle of yours?"
The prince finally noticed the steel needle in the blacksmith's hand.
"The patience has passed, and your soul is about to fall apart."
In fact, it's okay if you don't sew it up, and the prince can recover by himself.
But if you sew it, it will be done faster. After all, except for the steel needle, which is a physical object, the thread is a magical force! "You might as well stab me to death!"
The prince's eyes suddenly panicked when he looked at the steel needle as thick as his little finger.
But at this moment the fireman had already held him down and took a puff of smoke on the steel needle.
Instantly the steel needle turned red.
The steel needle is as thick as your little finger and you can feel the overwhelming heat from afar.
"What are you doing?"
"I learned from your video the other day, how to disinfect with fire!"
The fireman took a sip of his old cigarette.
"Old guy, I advise you to be a human being!"
"Ouch, ahhh..." The prince screamed, and his dark face seemed to turn white at this moment.
After a long time, the prince looked at the five people with a dark face.
At this moment, they were looking at the remains. The remains had changed. One of the people looked like Luo Chen, and it seemed to be a battle scene! Luo Chen also fought with the people in the Wuzhuang legacy.
For Luo Chen, this is also a kind of tempering and tempering.
The people inside are indeed very powerful.
It was at least three hours before Luo Chen came out.
But when Luo Chen came out, he was not injured at all.
"What are you doing with a steel needle?"
Luo Chen asked the blacksmith.
This disappointed the blacksmith and the prince who had been waiting with steel needles.
"Oh, let's play with it."
Of course, the blacksmith would not tell the real purpose and put away the steel needle.
"Dad, are you not injured?"
"Are you injured anywhere?" The prince looked at Luo Chen's eyes and swallowed his words.
"Aren't the people inside strong?"
The prince looked at Luo Chen who was intact and changed the subject.
There is only one possibility for this outcome, and that is that the people inside are not strong enough to hurt Luo Chen.
"It's actually very strong!"
"At least my clothes were stained!"
Luo Chen left these words and left.
Very strong?
At least my clothes were stained?
"What did he just say?"
The little girl couldn't stand it anymore.
"He said he was very strong, at least it stained his clothes!"
The prince looked at Luo Chen's back and realized that Luo Chen's clothes were indeed dirty.
But the prince's brows were twitching wildly.
"What does this mean?"
"Does he have any misunderstanding about Qiang?"
"It's actually very strong, but it made my clothes dirty?"
"What is this?"
"ah?"
The prince couldn't accept it anymore.
He almost died inside within a minute of entering.
Luo Chen stayed in there for three hours, and the result was that his clothes got dirty?
It's really not that Luo Chen has any misunderstanding about Qiang.
Because at first, Luo Chen did not fight against Wu Kuang, only Wu Kuang from Wuzhuang.
Wu Chi didn't see him either.
And Luo Chen is different. Although his realm has not gone up, there are opponents who match Luo Chen according to his destiny level.
Another point is that Luo Chen is actually in his second life. Even though his level has not improved, his combat experience and vision are still that of an immortal.
And the people inside can stain clothes. From this point of view, the people inside are indeed very strong.
Maybe the Heavenly King would be injured if he went in. After all, the Heavenly King at that time was not the second life, but the first life.
Luo Chen had the advantage of his second life, but he still soiled his clothes.
It's enough to show that the people inside are very powerful.
After resting for ten minutes, Luo Chen changed into another set of clothes, and then went in amid the surprised looks of six people.
"How about you go in and try?"
The prince spoke to the fireman.
The fireman was actually very curious, and he actually went in! But after entering, the fireman came back from another place, not from the Yiwu.
Entering from the ruins and coming back from another place has only one result.
That means he was killed.
"How about it?"
the prince asked.
"Who are you fighting against?"
"I chose Wu Kuang!"
"What's the result?"
"I didn't see what it looked like!"
The fireman is quite down to earth.
"Is it so outrageous?"
"You died without seeing what you looked like?"
The prince was surprised.
"How about you go in and take a look again?"
The fireman encouraged the prince.
"Forget it, I don't want to be sewn up a second time!"
The prince shook his head.
"You can't do it either!"
The prince questioned.
"No recovery, and suppressed!"
The fireman sighed.
This is the fairy world after all, their powers are limited, and they have not recovered.
"It's already a big day and you still haven't recovered yet?"
"It's early!"
The little girl also looked melancholy.
"If you recover, can you kill the Heavenly Lord of the Ascension Holy Land?"
The prince asked tentatively.
"Press him to death!"
The fireman blew out a smoke ring.
"It's just a puff of cigarette!"
"Just one hammer!"
The blacksmith spoke.
"Blow it, you guys, I can even drown him with a mouthful of saliva!"
"Is that what you meant to say?"
The prince looked at the boatman and said.
"Um!"
The boatman nodded seriously.
“It’s still exciting!”
The prince gave the boatman a blank look.
And the outside world has already exploded.
Because the Ascension Holy Land issued a letter of challenge on your behalf.