While Feng Buzhi was observing the old man of the blood clan and asking questions, the old man of the blood clan was also observing Feng Buzhi.
And this observation was stunned by Mason.
It’s not that Feng Fuzhi’s sunny smile and provocative language.
It's because of Feng Buzhi's style.
Feng Fuming did not transform into three heads, six arms and nine eyes, but his shape at this time still gives people a feeling of mental pollution.
Feng Buzhi was wearing the werewolf's transformer leather jacket, which made Mason feel suspicious of Feng Buzhi's relationship with werewolf, but his suspicion did not last long, because this leather jacket was the most normal thing on Feng Buzhi.
On Feng Buzhi's back, he was carrying a naked man about two meters in shape. There was no rope on the man's body, and it was fixed by flesh and blood tentacles.
These flesh and blood tentacles were grown from Feng Buzhi's body.
Flesh and blood tentacles are a ability that has been mastered a long time ago. They are similar to the flesh and blood tentacles extended from giant sarcoma in the flesh and blood pit, and their attack ability is very average.
In the past, Feng Fuming used this kind of flesh and blood tentacle to repair himself by breaking his hands and feet, and he basically would not use this kind of power in normal times.
But in the past two days, Feng Fuzhi found that this kind of flesh and blood tentacle is very convenient to fix as a rope, and it is very comfortable to use.
In fact, not only the fistula werewolf bones on his back, but also the dozen gray crows and twenty black-haired long-eared rabbits on his body were also fixed by these flesh and blood tentacles.
The road to cultivation, if you don’t advance, you will retreat.
In order to master the mysteries of hundreds of beasts faster, Feng Fuzhi did not waste a slight time, and at this time his body was in a state of blood connection with nearly forty small animals.
Mason looked at Feng Buzhi and his pupils shrank slightly.
After a brief moment of daze, he had already begun to feel it.
As a blood clan, he is very sensitive to the flow of blood.
Mason could see that the small animal hanging on Feng Buzhi was circulating with the blood in Feng Buzhi's body.
What is this thing?
Mason remembered the memories of his time in the Endless Abyss a long time ago, and wondered: "Corpsy·Flesh and Blood Splicers School?"
In the meantime, Mason waved the sword.
Although the other party's form was very strange and the first-level aura revealed by his body was also very wrong, but he had no reason not to cut it.
A silver flash passed away.
Mason aimed at Feng Buzhi's forehead and planned to cut Feng Buzhi into two halves from top to bottom, but found that the other party had predicted his slash and had already turned slightly sideways first.
It seemed that the other party had avoided the slash, but Mason found that the other party had suddenly left half of his arm.
Blood is everywhere.
Feng Fuzhi held the broken half of his arm in his hand.
The cut in the arm is extremely smooth, and it can be seen that Mason's slash is very sharp.
Feng Fuzhi listened to three strange reports in his body while feeling it.
There was no difference from his feelings. Feng Buzhi's three strange things in his body did not feel any abnormalities. It seemed to be ordinary wounds, which would heal as long as they were linked.
Soon, the two gaps in the broken arm formed granulation and connected and pulled each other. Without his help, the broken arm returned to his arm.
But soon the abnormality appeared. His broken arm did not heal as normal. He had obviously repaired the connection, but the next moment his arm suddenly fell off.
Feng Fuzhi looked at the smooth section of the broken arm and said, "It's interesting, does your soul have a name?"
Mason said: "This is no secret. This knife is called Zhanxin. I have never heard of your soul tool, let alone seen it.
If I expected it would be good, the one who has plagued Port Hawley in the past two days should be your companion.
You all show a first-level aura. Is it because you chose the same strange way, which has a certain hidden aura effect?
If you are willing to share this path, I can help you repair your arms as before.”
"You said it is my soul tool?" Feng Fuzhi pointed to the Eye of the Human Cult next to him. The latter happily turned around. Feng Fuzhi said: "It is the Eye of the Human Cult. After you say that, it
It really looks like a soul tool."
Without continuing to watch the Eye of the People's Cult, Feng Fuzhi continued to look at Mason's too knife in his hand and gently pinched his chin and said, "The knife is called the Heart-Slaying Heart. Its meaning is that this soul tool cuts off not only the material level, but also the spiritual level.
, conceptual level?
For example, my arm, my subconscious mind thinks that my arm has been broken in two pieces, so I refuse to repair myself, melt steel, destruction, life is the same as me, and their subconscious mind also thinks that my arm itself is broken?"
While speaking, Feng Fuzhi once again put his cut off arm back on his arm.
And this time, with the continuous entanglement of granulation, Feng Buzhi's arm had recovered as before.
Feng Buzhi moved his arm and saw the surprised expression of the old man in the blood clan opposite him.
Mason said unbelievably: "There are indeed many ways to recover from the cut-off injury, but why can you recover so easily and so quickly? Have you reached the eighth level...wrong."
Mason shook his head slightly. Although the aura exposed by the other party was only at the first level and was in a state of hiding the aura, if the other party was really in the eighth level disguise, he would definitely notice it.
After all, the eighth level and the seventh level are completely different.
It's like a frog encounters a snake, a mouse encounters a cat, and he will never talk to the other party as calmly as he is now.
Mason frowned and thought hard, and saw Feng Buzhi speak: "Using the heart as the knife, using wisdom as the blade, cutting the heart is a very good ability. As for why my arm heals so quickly, it's just because of yours.
The knife didn't cut off my heart.
But it was also very good. It just now made me feel like I was cut off.”
Feng Buzhi gently touched his arm.
Because of this knife, the molten steel produced some insights, and at this time it had a further understanding of the King Kong.
Destruction felt offended, and at this time it was constantly stirring in his meridians, and he was very angry.
Life is still feeling the wound, trying to make its own strength clear through the wound - his arm has been repaired on the surface, but it still has some impact on life.
After Feng Buzhi finished speaking, he moved his body and looked at the soul tool in the old man's hand and said, "Your soul tool is really good, but it's a pity that the power is much worse in your hand.
I heard that after the existence of the seventh level of existence dies, the soul tools can form strange secret treasures.
But compared to the strange secret treasure, I still want the soul tool itself more. If you are willing to cooperate with me to hand over your soul tool, how about I don’t kill you?”
Faced with Feng Buzhi's threat, Mason's expression calmed down.
He didn't answer, nor was he angry.
The other party obviously wanted to use words to destroy his state of mind and find flaws.
If the soul tools can be handed over to others at will or can be stolen, then his current soul tools will either be gone or have become a lot.
Does the other party want him to feel contempt?
The next moment, the blood swamp on the ground suddenly turned into a torrent and rushed towards Feng Buzhi. Then a figure appeared next to Mason, his son Merry.
While Feng Buzhi confronted Mason and talked to each other, the battle below did not stop.
The Kunlun Legion used human lives to fill the blood swamp and continued to move forward. Zhou Yuan used his legion skills [Iron Cavalry Charge] to lead the lizard cavalry to break through the formation of the blood clan guards.
Merry, who created the blood swamp, faced Chisli, the sword spirit of the Red Bee Sword. The result was obvious that the peak of the sixth level and the Red Bee Sword Spirit, was not Merry's opponent at all.
The battle was over, and the sword of the Red Hornet was inserted on the ground with cracks, and Merry also flew into the air to help his father.
The torrent of sticky blood rushed towards Feng Buzhi's body, and Mei Rui's expression gradually became solemn.
When the blood rushes easily hit Feng Buzhi, he felt that the person who confronted his father was just like this.
But as time passed, he found that Feng Fuzhi was not hurt at all in the torrent of blood. Not only that, he also produced a kind of blood burned, as if he was sacrificed...