After leaving behind a few words, the Medicine King suddenly disappeared and ran away.

"..."

For the first time in his life, Han Yang had the urge to curse.

He is almost certain to kill this Medicine King.

As long as the remaining 300,000 curse seals are released, the Medicine Master King will definitely die.

But now, the Medicine King used a pill to make him unable to walk.

If you chase after him, you may waste the effectiveness of this hundred thousand year elixir.

Kill the Medicine Master King, or absorb this hundred thousand year elixir?

Han Yang made his choice quickly.

People can find another opportunity to kill, but if the potency of the medicine is wasted, it will really be wasted.

Even if he obtained the elixirs from the medicine fields in the ruins of Yanyue Valley, Han Yang had never been so extravagant.

In less than one stick of incense, he swallowed the equivalent of two hundred-thousand-year-old elixirs.

It even exceeded the limit of transformation of the Nine Transformations of Star Art.

Han Yang didn't expect that he would have a full day.

With no choice but to sit cross-legged, he began to frantically transform the medicinal power surging in his body.

"escape!"

Nalanhong was fighting with Zhou Tong, and when he saw the medicine man rushing towards him, he could only resist Zhou Tong's shot and run away.

He knew that he was no match for the medicine men of the heavens.

However, he is fast, and the medicine man is not slow either.

Nalanhong only rushed more than thirty feet when he smelled a fishy wind between his nose.

The medicine man's slap had already hit the back of his head.

Nalanhong quickly blocked him with his sword.

boom!

The long sword, a top-grade spiritual weapon, had been bent by the blast.

His figure was more like a broken puppet, being blown away.
Chapter completed!