Ye Qiu and Changmei Zhenren were startled, quickly stepped back a distance, and then both stared at the coffin.
Eyes never blink.
I saw the bloody palm, although it was a bit hideous and terrifying, but if you look closely, you will find that the skin under the blood is unusually crystal clear, like a woman's hand.
But soon, long red corpse hair suddenly grew on the back of that hand.
"The corpse has changed, the corpse has changed!"
While Master Longmei exclaimed, he played a flame talisman, trying to burn the palm.
Because ordinary evil creatures are afraid of flames.
However, as soon as the flame talisman landed on the palm, it turned into powder.
"this……"
Master Changmei was taken aback, and without hesitation, he directly used the Demon Refining Sword and slashed through it with one strike.
"when!"
It seemed that what the Demon Refining Sword struck was not a palm, but an indestructible piece of meteorite. Upon impact, a huge force came back, and Master Changmei flew backwards on the spot.
"boom!"
Master Changmei's back hit the cave, and then fell to the ground, as if his whole body was falling apart.
"Damn, it hurts Pindao to death."
Master Changmei shouted loudly: "Little bastard, I am seriously injured and my internal organs are broken. Please give me a leaf from the golden sacred tree quickly."
Ye Qiu turned around and glanced at the old man with long eyebrows. He saw that the old guy had a ruddy complexion and no trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. He didn't look like he was seriously injured at all.
"It's already this time and you're still lying to me. How shameless are you?" Ye Qiu cursed angrily.
"Little bastard, do you know what the poor Tao relies on to move around the world?" Changmei Zhenren pointed at his old face and said, "What the poor Tao relies on is shamelessness."
How shameless!
Ye Qiu snorted coldly, staring at the palm and not taking action rashly.
"Buzz!"
At this moment, the corpse-suppressing charm on the coffin lit up again, emitting a rich light.
"Bang!"
There was a loud noise.
The corpse-suppressing talisman dimmed instantly, and the light disappeared without a trace. Obviously, the corpse-suppressing talisman could not suppress the things in the coffin.
"Wow--"
Suddenly, the coffin lid flew out, and a strong fishy smell rushed in, filling the entire cave.
Master Longmei quickly got up from the ground, looked inside the coffin, and found that the coffin was full of blood.
The blood kept rolling and bubbling, just like boiling water, and the scene was very strange.
At this moment, the red-haired palm stretched out completely from the coffin and gradually floated into the air.
The eyes of the real person with long eyebrows shrank: "It's a broken arm!"
He originally thought that there was a complete corpse in the coffin, but he never expected that it turned out to be a severed arm.
This severed arm was more than two meters long, covered with dense red hair, dripping with blood, strange and scary.
As you can imagine, the owner of this broken arm is definitely a giant.
"boom!"
Suddenly, the severed arm exuded a terrifying murderous intent, and in an instant, the real Changmei vomited blood and flew backwards.
Although Ye Qiu was still standing where he was, he felt that his head was about to explode. This killing intent was incredibly strong.
You know, this is just a broken arm!
At the critical moment, Ye Qiu drew out the Xuanyuan Sword and slashed at the severed arm.
"Qiang!"
Ye Qiu did not preserve his own strength. Not only did he use the Xuanyuan Sword, but he also used the grass-character sword technique.
A shocking scene appeared.
Xuanyuan Sword struck the broken arm, but the broken arm was not damaged, but a string of sparks appeared.
"So hard?"
Ye Qiu was shocked and continued to draw his sword, using all three grass-character sword techniques in one breath.
Sparks flew everywhere and clanging sounds were heard, but the severed arm remained unscathed.
"Little bastard, Pindao is here to help you."
After Master Changmei finished speaking, he held the Demon Refining Sword and stabbed the severed arm quickly.
"Snapped!"
The severed arm shook slightly, releasing endless murderous intent. The real person with long eyebrows was blown away and fell unconscious on the spot.
Immediately afterwards, the severed arm stretched out its palm and quickly grabbed Ye Qiu's head.
The murderous intention is overwhelming.
Ye Qiu was about to use the Qiankun Cauldron when he suddenly realized that his whole body was imprisoned and he could not move.
"Damn it, if I die in the hands of a broken arm, it would be such an injustice for me."
Just as Ye Qiu thought of this, suddenly, the severed arm stopped on top of Ye Qiu's head.
Immediately afterwards, a domineering male voice sounded in Ye Qiu's mind: "Who are you?"
"Why is Xuanyuan Sword in your hand? Where is the sword spirit?"
"Also, where did you get the grass-character sword art?"
Ye Qiu rolled his eyes: "Who is talking to me?"
"Don't look, I'm talking to you."
A voice sounded in Ye Qiu's head again, and subconsciously, he looked at the severed arm.
The severed arm moved slightly, as if telling Ye Qiu, yes, it's me.
Ye Qiu was shocked. How could he speak with a broken arm?
It simply subverts common sense.
"Who are you?" Ye Qiu asked.
"You are a mere ant, and you are not qualified to know my name. Tell me, why is the Xuanyuan Sword in your hand? Where is the sword spirit? Where did you get the grass-character sword art?"
Ye Qiu got a little angry and thought to himself, it's just a broken arm, why are you so arrogant!
"I understand." The voice continued: "It turns out that you have obtained half of the luck of the human race. No wonder Xuanyuan Sword will recognize you as its master."
"It's a pity that the Xuanyuan Sword without the sword spirit is just a piece of scrap metal."
"Although you have half the luck of the human race, you are still an ant after all. If you dare to disturb my sleep, you will not be allowed to do so."
The voice fell.
The severed arm was like a mountain, and it hit Ye Qiu quickly. Before it fell completely, Ye Qiu's skin cracked, and golden blood spilled out.
A moment of life and death.
"boom!"
A Qiankun Cauldron appeared on its own initiative, hanging above Ye Qiu's head, with beams of light hanging down.
"brush!"
The severed arm seemed to have encountered something extremely terrifying, and quickly retracted into the coffin, shouting in horror: "How could the Qiankun Ding be in your hand? This is impossible! This is impossible!"
Ye Qiu suddenly gained confidence and sneered: "I not only have one Qiankun Cauldron, I also have several more. Do you want to taste the feeling of being suppressed by the Qiankun Cauldron?"
boom!
Two more Qiankun Cauldrons flew out and hung above the coffin, about to be suppressed.
"Stop! Stop it!"
The voice said: "I am immortal and the Qiankun Ding cannot kill me."
"Since the Qiankun Cauldron can't kill you, then what are you afraid of?" Ye Qiu said with a smile.
There was silence for a while.
The voice continued: "If you agree to this condition, I can stay by your side and protect you."
Ye Qiu was stunned. He had heard Baihua Fairy say that some geniuses in the world of cultivation were protected by super masters before they fully matured. This was done to prevent the geniuses from being strangled.
The world of cultivation is full of dangers and dangers. It would be a good thing if a super master protects me.
Unfortunately, this is a broken arm.
Ye Qiu hesitated and asked, "What are the conditions?"
"Help me find my lost body and head." Broken Arm said: "As long as my body is intact, I can kill the saint!"
