"Confucian Ancestor? He sent people here again and again. It seems he really cares about me."
The Blood God looked at Confucian Ancestor with stern eyes. Although there was a big gap between his current strength and Confucian Ancestor, he would never give up just yet.
"Blood God, thinking of the ten thousand years of friendship between you and me, I will give you a hundred days. Within a hundred days, you will kneel down and worship at my Confucian Temple for seven days and seven nights, and hand over the sacred object. I may consider letting him go and returning the favor."
There are them."
"dream!"
The Blood God refused directly without even thinking and asked him to kneel down, it was impossible!
"Yeah?"
Confucian Ancestor's voice was cold, and the monstrous anger was wrapped around the bodies of the four people like red fire in the blood-exploding air filled with stars.
"If you don't do it, everyone will die without a burial place!"
Confucian Ancestor's monstrous anger echoed throughout the void, and the eyes he looked at the Blood God were filled with endless and sharp murderous intent.
The Blood God raised his head high and stared at Confucian Ancestor fearlessly.
The overwhelming anger descended, and the sharpness in Confucian Zu's eyes was no longer hidden.
The palm of his hand was slightly raised, and his two fingers turned into a flying sword, carrying the overwhelming energy of thunder and destruction, and struck towards the Blood God.
The cold and suffocating killing intent, at this moment, Ye Chen, Qu Chenyun and Ji Siqing were so shocked that they had no possibility of moving. They could only watch helplessly as the flying sword landed on the body of the Blood God.
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The Blood God's violent bloodline power enveloped his whole body, trying to resist Ruzu's flying sword, but when the flying sword slid down like a meteor, his scalp began to feel numb. This blow full of endless destructive power seemed to make him
There is no way to avoid it.
"hiss!"
The sword light was like cutting tofu, directly cutting off the blood god's arm, and the splashing blood turned into a meteor trail throughout the void.
The broken arm was like a rootless duckweed, being beaten hard to the ground.
The Blood God's face was pale. Confucian Ancestor's seemingly casual flying sword was so powerful. His current strength was really too low and insignificant.
He stubbornly did not lower his head and pursed his lips without saying a word.
"Within a hundred days, whatever your choice is, it will become more than just an arm."
Confucian Ancestor looked at the Blood God with disdain, killing them was like crushing an ant, but it was too easy for him to care about, so he wanted them to tremble, fear, lower their heads, admit their mistakes, and then the endless pressure
The shadow finally slowly dissipated in the void.
Ye Chen quickly stepped forward, looked at the bloody severed arm, and cast a spell on the Blood God: "God's blessing! Bagua Tiandan Technique!"
Rays of gleaming white light, mixed with the aura of the supreme Taoist source, converged on the Blood God and his severed arm.
"How is it possible! It can't be melted?"
Ye Chen frowned, how could this be possible? With such a smooth wound, coupled with the blood god's immortal body and powerful resurrection ability, it stands to reason that it would not be difficult for him to regenerate a broken arm.
How is this going?
"no."
The Blood God shook his head. He tried to use his own powerful recovery ability, but when the blood power reached the point where the arm was broken, it flowed back again, making it appear that there was no way to go.
Ji Siqing obviously didn't understand the cause and effect, so he could only turn his head and look at Qu Chenyun.
"Confucian Ancestor's strength is really too strong."
Qu Chenyun shook his head and looked at the Blood God with eyes full of emotion and sympathy.
"Even you can't help it?"
Ji Siqing looked at Qu Chenyun with some regret. She did not expect that even a being like Qu Chenyun could do nothing to deal with such a mere broken arm injury.
"This is no ordinary injury."
Qu Chenyun's expression was solemn: "Although the Blood God has acquired the ability of immortality for some reason."
For some reason, Qu Chenyun lowered her voice specially. Everyone present knew that she was actually referring to the divine object carried by the Blood God.
"Could it be that his immortality can't heal his arm injury?"
Ji Siqing was a little confused. Even the senior Blood God was immortal, so why couldn't he even restore his arm?
"It's not that simple. Immortality can provide the Blood God with a steady stream of blood power. As long as there is still a trace of divine thought left, he can try his best to be reborn. But Ruzu's last blow completely cut off the broken arm and blood.
The connection between gods, in other words, Confucian Ancestor used extremely tyrannical divine power of destruction to force the Blood God’s body to think that his left arm does not exist at all.”
"There is no left arm?" Ji Siqing didn't even understand what this meant.
Ye Chen understood it clearly: "You are saying that the ability of immortality itself comes from connection. No matter how strong the power is now, if the connection with the broken arm is lost, it will not be able to be reborn and create an identical one."
"Yeah, that's what it means."
Qu Chenyun glanced at Ye Chen and nodded.
"If this is the case, if Confucian Ancestor directly cuts off the power of Senior Blood God's heart and cuts off the connection, does that mean that Senior Blood God will lose his ability to be immortal?"
"Not really. Few people can directly cut off the power of blood." Qu Chenyun shook his head, "The gap between the Blood God and Confucian Ancestor is really too huge. He cultivates the source of thunder destruction.
Being able to cut off the Blood God's severed arm so decisively is already considered the limit."
Ye Chen nodded, saying so, the blood god's immortal body is not so easy to break.
"However, few people have done it, but it doesn't mean that no one has done it."
Qu Chenyun sighed: "That object back then was coveted by far more people than you think, it's more complex, and it's more powerful. With the Blood God's current power of only 60%, it's really unsightly."
Ye Chen nodded. If he wanted to protect the Blood God, it seemed that there were only two ways at the moment. Either he would become stronger and protect the Blood God.
Either the Blood God becomes stronger and returns to his peak strength.
Otherwise, their future will be difficult.
"The domineering power of Confucian Ancestor's thunder is too strong to destroy the original aura. I am afraid that even my broken arm will not be able to be reborn in this life."
Qu Chenyun finally sighed and said somewhat reluctantly.
The blood god's eyes dimmed a bit: "Ye Chen, I have a few words that I want to say to you alone."
Ye Chen nodded, and the two of them walked aside.
Ji Siqing glanced at Qu Chenyun and said: "Hey, a being like Senior Blood God actually became a person with a broken arm. This greatly reduces the strength of Senior Blood God!"
Qu Chenyun nodded: "Everyone has his own destiny. This is his cause and effect, and we cannot change it."
"Ye Chen, I only have a broken body left now, and I have a treasure on my body. Countless forces will definitely come because of me in the future."
The Blood God's face looked a little sad. He had been carefree and wanton all his life, and now he was forced to this point.