Chapter 452.1: The Fate Of A Dacheng Stage Master
Gao Jing’s body fell to the ground neatly, revealing Yang Chen’s figure. Yang Chen’s blood-stained fist hadn’t been completely retracted, he just stared coldly at Hu Qianyi not far away.
The distance of twenty feet might be long when faced with the full protection of a dacheng stage master, but for the pulse calming powdered medicinal pill, it was just a short spreading distance.
The first layer of the medicine garden has a radius of hundreds of acres, but the pulse calming powdered medicinal pill was able to spread through it in less than the time it took for a stick of incense to burn, let alone a mere twenty feet.
When the pulse calming powdered medicinal pill was released, the brand-new blue jade vine stretched out a thin branch and stuck it on Yang Chen’s body. Of course, the role was not to suck blood, but to help Yang Chen resist the pulse calming powdered medicinal pill’s medicinal energy.
Only when Gao Jing checked the authenticity of the things, the pulse calming powdered medicinal pill had spread to the surrounding area. Before they knew it, Gao Jing and Hu Qianyi both inhaled a lot of medicinal qi.
Yang Chen was not merciful to Gao Jing. The last time he was collecting the medicine gourd, he was with the group of people. At that time, Yang Chen was just anxious to get the medicine gourd. He didn’t have the same knowledge as he did now and he did not expect to cause such harm to Shi Shanshan and Sun Qingxue.
A punch blasted Gao Jing’s head and Yang Chen’s gaze was also fixed on Hu Qianyi’s body. The coldness in his eyes made Hu Qianyi feel chills all over his body.
Without even thinking about it, Hu Qianyi immediately launched the formation. He was in the center of the formation, this formation was originally made to launch according to his will. Although the pulse calming powdered medicinal pill was powerful, it was only aimed at spirit power. But it was not aimed at spiritual awareness so when Hu Qianyi launched the formation, there were no obstacles.
Overwhelming attacks gathered towards Yang Chen from all directions. Outside Yang Chen, a phantom of a big bell suddenly appeared, covering Yang Chen’s entire body. On the periphery of the bell, there seemed to be two dragon shadows flying up and down. All the attacks encountered the two dragon shadows, immediately as if ice and snow hit the scorching sun, disappearing without a trace.