When the figure appeared outside, the evil dragon spirit and the golden flower stepped forward together to block another attack from the Flesh Mountain.

Swish.

Xiao Chen flew towards the Nine Tails, and the figure quickly shrank and returned to the old fortune teller's eyebrows.

Immediately afterwards, the old fortune teller opened his eyes and his face became a little pale.

"It's just unconscious, no big problem."

Jiuwei had already observed Xiao Chen's condition and breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's not that simple. It uses soul attacks. At this moment, he should still be in the world it builds. Whether he can wake up depends on himself."

The old fortune teller said in a deep voice.

Hearing this, Jiu Tai frowned: "What can we do?"

“I can’t do it.”

The old fortune teller shook his head and looked at the Flesh Mountain, with a ruthless look flashing in his eyes.

"You protect it."

"good."

As soon as Jiuwei finished speaking, he saw the old fortune teller killing towards the Flesh Mountain.

The old fortune teller is in a rage, and every attack will break the flesh and blood.

"Xiao Chen..."

Jiuwei withdrew her gaze and patted Xiao Chen on the face, but the latter did not respond at all.

At this moment, Xiao Chen still couldn't see the outside world, and was constantly pierced and swallowed by blood lines... His body was covered with blood lines, like a monster covered with red hair.

"No, I can't continue like this..."

Xiao Chen was also anxious, and the outside world didn't know what was going on.

Just as he was furious and ready to fight his life, a small figure suddenly appeared.

"Huh? Where is this?"

"Xiaogen?"

When Xiao Chen saw this figure, he looked surprised.

"Damn, who are you? Where did the red-haired monster come from?"

The spiritual roots of heaven and earth looked at Xiao Chen, who was covered in blood, and screamed.

“…it’s me!”
Chapter completed!