Chu Li stepped back while fighting, getting further and further away from the trembling old man.
Lu Jun didn't come close either.
Song Zhifan seemed to be aware of it and was not close to the old man.
"Ancestor, if we don't take action, we are really going to be defeated!" A young man lying on the ground who was seriously injured by Lu Jun shouted loudly.
It is already rare to become a master in the world at such an age. He can be called a genius, but he is far worse than the original Wei Wuwei, just like the morning star compared to the bright moon, being suppressed and unable to become famous.
He is still a step behind Lu Jun.
After Lu Jun performed the magic skill of sacrificing one's body, his eyes were as bright as lightning, and his palms were struck extremely fast, hard and violently. Everyone he touched with his palms flew out and suffered minor or serious injuries.
Those who were slightly injured recovered immediately after landing, while those who were seriously injured were lying on the ground to rest, recovering quickly, and it would not take long before they could fight again.
Although most people surrounded Chu Li and the three people to fight, the situation did not gain the upper hand at all. Instead, they were suppressed and beaten by Chu Li and the other three people. More and more people were lying on the ground, unable to move, and slowly recovered.
If this continues, after everyone is defeated, those lying on the ground may not have a chance to recover. After suffering serious injuries, they may have no choice but to die in the God Field, and then enter the Outer Heaven or relive their lives in the God Field.
The world only knows that they live in the field of gods, and only those gods know that they have other choices.
They have two choices, one is to enter the outer world, and the other is to live in the field of gods. The former is to be reborn in plastic form, and the latter is to survive as a soul body. Each has its own advantages and disadvantages. They are voluntary and no one is forcing them.
Therefore, everyone was not afraid of death, but was angry that they were beaten so badly in the God's Field, which was really embarrassing.
"Alas..." The trembling old man let out a long breath, shook his head and said: "One generation is worse than the other, and the Blood God Sect is really going to end!"
Everyone looked ashamed.
The old man suddenly inhaled, and his chest rose higher and higher, as if a rubber ball was being inflated, and finally turned into a round ball.
"Shh..." He breathed out a long breath of air.
Air arrows are black.
After taking this breath, he seemed to be a different person.
His back was straight, wrinkles were still there on his face, his eyes were still dim, and his skin was still like chicken skin, but his impression was completely different. Just by straightening his back, his temperament changed drastically.
It was like a javelin standing straight in front of everyone, the tip of the spear pointed straight into the sky, as if it was about to pierce the sky, and the heroic spirit filled the sky and the earth.
"Here!" He shouted loudly, and lightly slapped Song Zhifan with his right palm.
The skin all over his body is loose and wrinkled, except for his pair of palms, which are as delicate as snow and as warm as jade, like a pair of virgin hands. They are indescribably pleasing to the eye, but just looking at his hands is pleasing to the eye, but those who look at him only feel horrified and weird.
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Song Zhifan's figure shook and turned into several shadows, as if several Song Zhifan were standing there at the same time.
"Hehe!" The old man chuckled, ignoring all the shadows with his right palm, and hit somewhere in the void.
"Bang!" Several shadows disappeared, and Song Zhifan appeared and took a staggering step. There was a bright red palm print on his chest, as if there was cinnabar painted on the chest of his clothes.
"Here!" the old man shouted again.
Song Zhifan's right palm followed, and his flawless snow-white palm met the old man's warm and delicate palm.
"Bang!" The old man took a step back.
Song Zhifan stood firmly on the spot, with a smile on his face.
Lu Jun smiled, the leader was still better.
Chu Li secretly lamented where this old monster came from. Song Zhifan felt better now and was seriously injured.
"Wow!" Song Zhifan suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, as if he had aged more than ten years in an instant.
His eyes were bright and he stared at the old man: "Who are you?"
"I'm Zou Fanzhou." The old man said slowly: "Being able to take two slaps from me and not die is indeed the skill of immortality!"
"Zou Fanzhou! You are actually Zou Fanzhou!" Song Zhifan smiled bitterly: "You are really good at cultivation!"
Zou Fanzhou said: "I have been waiting for this day for a long time, and I am finally free!"
"Don't you have any thoughts of returning to the Immortality Sect?" Song Zhifan wiped the corner of his mouth and said in a deep voice, "Is it possible that the Immortality Sect is ashamed of you, and that's why you are so resentful?"
"It's just that we don't agree with each other." Zou Fanzhou shook his head and said: "We just want to live in peace and contentment, and we don't want to dominate the martial arts world!"
"You are willing to fall!" Song Zhifan sneered: "With so many magical skills and miraculous skills, you don't want to unify the martial arts world and are only willing to live in a corner. It's really ridiculous!"
"No matter what, the leader will stay today!" Zou Fanzhou said slowly.
After he said that, he slapped it with another palm.
Song Zhifan suddenly flashed and disappeared.
Zou Fanzhou bit the tip of his tongue, spit out a blood arrow and shouted: "Broken!"
The blood arrow hit Song Zhifan's position, and he suddenly appeared, motionless.
"Bang!" Song Zhifan received a solid slap.
"Poof!" He fell to the sky and slid ten meters away on his back.
He turned over and stood up, his face was like gold paper, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and stared at Zou Fanzhou like a needle: "Blood Shadow Soul Destroying Technique!"
"Teacher, how about you teach me this blood shadow soul-killing technique?" Zou Fanzhou stood there and looked at him with a smile: "In the God's Field, why should the leader waste all his efforts? There is no way to escape!"
The technique of Shattering the Void cannot be performed in the Heavenly God Field. The space of the Heavenly Demon Field is completely different from the outside world. Therefore, most of Song Zhifan's physical skills were broken and he was unable to directly escape several miles away.
Chu Li suddenly rushed towards Zou Fanzhou and shouted: "Leader, go first!"
The Heavenly King formed a palm seal and struck Zou Fanzhou.
"Huh, you guys from the Heavenly King's Palace!" Zou Fanzhou sneered: "I'd rather be a dog!"
He said and slapped Chu Li with his palm.
Song Zhifan picked up Lu Jun and turned around to leave. He was like a ghost. None of the Blood God Sect masters who intercepted him could touch his figure. He disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"Bang!" Chu Li and Zou Fanzhou met each other with palms, and an overwhelming force suddenly surged over them.
Chu Li spit out a mouthful of blood and shot it back.
He was secretly shocked by how powerful and domineering Zou Fanzhou's inner strength was, and he was actually a master of the gods!
When will the Blood God Religion have another god master?
With his current level of cultivation, he is not afraid of the masters of gods, but the masters of gods in the gods field are extremely terrifying, their majesty is unstoppable.
"Bang!" He hit a pine tree hard, and then with a "click", the pine tree broke into two pieces.
Chu Li looked in pain, as if his body had been smashed into pieces. He lay motionless on the ground and could not make a sound.
"It's rare for you to be so loyal!" Zou Fanzhou snorted coldly, took a step forward, and disappeared in front of him.
Chu Li secretly breathed a sigh of relief, this bet was considered right.
If Song Zhifan could escape with his life and was still wary of him, he would really have no choice but to use force.
Thinking of this, he turned into a stream of light and disappeared from the sight of everyone in the Blood God Religion.
They were a little confused. Chu Li, who was still seriously injured and dying, was so fast that it was too late to catch up.