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This trip to the Flesh Hall ended with everyone who entered, apart from Yi Chen himself, Yun Shan's three disciples, Jin Hua Granny, and a few unlucky ones who had entered earlier, all perishing.
For a moment, Yi Chen's heart was filled with sighs.
Given the strangeness of the Blood Flesh Buddha, even cultivators in the late stage of entering the path may not be able to handle it as swiftly and adequately as he did. After all, everyone has their specialization, and hexagonal warriors like him, without any shortcomings, were extremely rare in the world of cultivation, even unique, like a scorpion's dung.
Every aspect of his abilities was natural bane.
After collecting his thoughts, Yi Chen, with tears in his eyes, performed the task. With a sweep of his large hand, he gathered the storage rings and spirit beast bags of Yun Shan's three disciples and Jin Hua Granny into his possession.
