"Where are my hands? Where are my hands?"
A hoarse and weird voice spread there, Feng Jiu curled his eyebrows slightly, the sword in his hand condensed, and when he was about to shoot, he saw a scene that shocked her.
I saw that old woman was looking for her broken arm, until she saw her broken arm, she stretched out her hand and sucked the broken arm directly, just like that abruptly against her broken arm. The junction of the arms.
What's even more strange is that after her hand condensed blood and gas melted into magma, she seemed to see the arm recovering quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye, especially, she was still there even twisting her arm. After shaking hands, she refreshed her three views.
This severed hand can be connected like this?Even the ghost doctor of her can't make such a weird connection method. What is the origin of this old woman?How could her broken arm quickly reshape after that magma?
magma?Reshaping?
Yes!She got it!
This old woman can refine the spirit, her refining furnace is in her body, she can swallow the resentful spirit and refine it, or use her own conditions to reshape her own body!
Thinking of this, her face condensed, and the thought of doing something stopped at this moment.
If this is the case, even if she cuts off her limbs, hands and feet, she must still be able to use her weird internal furnace to reshape. In this case, the only place she can attack is...
"Here!"
There was a clear voice, and she jumped up, holding the sword again, but at this moment, she had been prepared for a while, and knew that she was holding a Qingfeng sword while the old woman was about to smash it. The figure flashed like a ghost.
"it's here."
The old woman's strange and gloomy hoarse voice suddenly appeared behind Feng Jiu. She was startled, and when she looked back, she saw the old woman slapped her with a bloody palm.
"boom!"
The palm wind hit her body, and in an instant, it was as if a giant palm was slapped at her. The powerful air current hit her back from behind, and the bang was very clear in her ears. .
"puff!"
The body was slammed by the blow, and a mouthful of blood was also spewed out. The whole person lost balance and fell down. The blow made her whole body painful, just like the force of the palm was on her body. The inside spread out, making her unable to lift her breath to stabilize the falling figure.
"boom!"
The body fell to the ground and fell into the blood web. At that moment, the ghost struggling in the blood web was about to pounce, but it seemed to be afraid of what was on her body and did not dare to approach.
She climbed up from the blood net and stood up with her body supported by Qingfeng in her hand. With a movement of her hand, a bottle of pill appeared in her palm. She quickly poured one out and took it, her eyes darkened. She forcibly endured the discomfort in her body, secretly urging Qinglian to repair the internal injuries when she moved her body.
"You're not dead yet? Why are you still not dead? It's not simple, not simple, that you can stand up even after receiving a palm from me."
The old woman stood volley in the air, her black robes wagging in the night, she looked at the figure below with a little surprise, for a monk who was a Nascent Soul, she was hit by a strong flying immortal. Almost none can stand up afterwards.
But she did it, which had to impress her.
With the body of a profound spirit, she was the one who was kindly treated by God, and she underestimated her.