Chapter 238: The Winner in Los Angeles
Wendao Ren and Tietou Monk arrived the fastest.
The scene I saw was Lin Keqing covered in blood, weakly leaning against a four story small tower, with the life and death of the dragon unknown, while Rong Mo disappeared without a trace, leaving only a pile of self destructed remnants.
The old monk rode on the Buddha's treasure gourd and saw that Lin Keqing was injured. He was so nervous that he jumped out of the air and pounced on her, urgently calling out, "Girl, girl
Lin Keqing woke up "leisurely", coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood, his eyes hazy, and said, "I'm still alive
You're still alive, did Rong Mo explode on his own? Fortunately, your weak tower is sturdy and has blocked this blow for you
Lin Keqing nodded slowly and said, "We defeated Rongmo. Long Zhen wanted to capture him alive, but who knew he would suddenly explode. Cough cough." She coughed repeatedly, her face pale without a trace of blood, and a trace of blood remained at the corner of her mouth, appearing cruel yet beautiful.
He was already seriously injured, just self destructed. He probably couldn't have hurt you like this, right
Lin Keqing couldn't see who was speaking, so he nodded lightly and said, "We've been guarding against him exploding, but at the last moment, he threw out a spherical magic weapon. It was moving so fast that we didn't have time to react
Several advanced cultivators conducted a thorough investigation of the scene and used star charts to deduce the conclusion, which was similar to what Lin Keqing had said.
At this moment, the old man who looked similar to Wen Daoren looked kindly at Lin Keqing and said, "Can you describe what that spherical magic weapon looks like
Lin Keqing furrowed his brow and his breathing gradually became heavy, as if he was so excited that he was about to take a breath.