Because it is adjacent to Shiwanda Mountain and has strong aura, this apricot forest is overgrown with weeds and full of green. The sound he made when he fell on the thick grass was dull, and the soft grass protected him.
He lay motionless on the ground, as if he were dead. His withered body had no arms, and the originally upright green shirt was dangling on his body, like a child wearing an adult's clothes, which was indescribably awkward.
After a long time, he raised his wrinkled face, looked up to the sky and roared: "Ah!"
He wanted to pound the ground, but without his arms, he could only kick the grass hard, making the grass messy and green juice staining his white boots.
"Ah!" He roared, like a wounded wolf, tragic and desolate.
He came with enthusiasm and full of hope, but he fled in misery and misery. He was forced to give up his arms, lost hundreds of years of his life, and even the most precious golden crown was damaged. It was a terrible defeat.
He shook his hair gently, and the golden crown fell to the ground.
Seeing the golden crown dim and dull, as if the gold had faded and turned into ordinary iron, his heart ached. Then when he saw a gem embedded in the golden crown shattered, bloodshot eyes gushed out from his eyes, and he was in agony.
"Ah!" He roared up to the sky, spat out a cloud of blood mist, and fell limply to the ground.
He had the idea of suicide at this moment, but once he committed suicide, he would not be able to see his ancestors in heaven, so he could not die yet!
He lay motionless on the ground. After a while, a little deer ran over lightly. Seeing him lying on the ground, it immediately came over curiously. Its clear eyes were bright, simple and innocent, and it showed no fear of others.
Song Zhifan opened his blood-red eyes and stared at the little deer.
The deer had a keen sense, and as soon as it noticed that he had murderous intent, it hurriedly ran away, very fast.
But no matter how fast it is, it is still not as fast as Song Zhifan.
Although he was as emaciated as if he was dying, Song Zhifan's injuries were all transferred to his body. He was not as weak as he imagined, and his body movements were still extremely fast. He kicked off his feet and caught up with the deer in an instant, secretly sighing that there was no way out.
I was in extreme despair, feeling that life was worse than death, but a deer with such spiritual energy was sent to me. God really did not abandon me.
After swallowing it, the arms can grow back and return to their original state, just like when one arm was cut off by Chu Li and another arm was exploded to escape. The regrown arms are not weak at all.
At that time, he had devoured four masters from Heaven and Earth, but now he only needed one fawn, because this fawn was full of aura and was on the edge of a spiritual beast, just shy of becoming a spiritual beast.
The flesh and blood of spirit beasts is a great nourishment, especially for him. One spirit beast is worth ten or even twenty masters from the outer world. This is the unique advantage of spirit beasts.
The fawn screamed, panicked, and fell into Song Zhifan's hands.
The smile on Song Zhifan's haggard face grew brighter and brighter, and his eyes shone with excitement.
"嘤嘤!" Suddenly a deer roar came from not far away.
A green deer turned into a ray of green light and shot up. It flicked its head lightly and gracefully in the air. The deer's antlers hit Song Zhifan. Song Zhifan was thrown out like a rag bag and hit an apricot tree hard.
The golden apricots fell to the ground, and Song Zhifan's withered face twisted into a ball, feeling unbearable pain.
When the antlers hit him, not only was he in severe pain, but two strange auras penetrated his body, cutting him like knives. He was in so much pain that he wished he could just hit him to death.
"Hey..." Xiaolu called out to Qinglu in grievance.
The green deer touched the fawn with its long antlers, turned its head and glanced at Song Zhifan, and then it turned into a blue light and shot towards it again.
Song Zhifan flew out again like a rag bag and bumped into another apricot tree.
"Crack!" The apricot tree broke from it.
After Song Zhifan landed, his breath was gone and there was no movement.
"Hey!" Xiaolu jumped a few times happily, and left happily with Qinglu.
An hour later, Song Zhifan woke up slowly. The wrinkles on his face became more and more deep and dense, and his whole person's breath was decayed, as if a gust of wind could blow him down and he could die at any time.
Song Zhifan sighed, shook his body, and tried to take the only life-saving pill from his arms and take it.
This pill is a life-saving medicine. This pill is the only one that can be used to save lives at the most critical moment. You can only take it at this time, otherwise it is unclear whether you can survive until you can use the Immortality Kung Fu again.
But he shook for a long time, but no jade bottle fell from his arms. So he shook slightly, and his green shirt spread open, leaving only his snow-white middle coat.
Looking at the empty green shirt on the ground, his face was so gloomy that water could drip from his face.
Because his body shape suddenly changed and shrunk a bit, his clothes were empty. He could originally hold the medicine bottle, but now it was unstable. He had never performed such an intense immortality skill before, and he had no experience, which resulted in the only one.
A life-saving elixir has dropped!
"Ah!" He roared up to the sky, stood up and kicked the ground as hard as he could. The apricot trees were broken by him and fell to the ground one after another.
After kicking for a while, he slowly stopped, his face flushed and he was breathing hotly.
Through this venting, he calmed down.
The Immortality Technique can swallow essence, blood and internal force, but it can also swallow spiritual energy. The spiritual energy here is much richer than elsewhere. The practice here is dozens of times faster than elsewhere. With such an injury, as long as you practice well, you will be fine in a few days.
If you can regain a little strength, you can deal with the masters of Tianwaitian when the time comes, and you can regain your arms by devouring them.
No matter how miserable he is, he is still a god, but forget it about the spiritual beasts. He has already cast a shadow on the spiritual beasts. He doesn't want to see them again, let alone devour them. He really can't provoke them, so it is better to be a master of Tianwaitian.
Thinking of this, he jumped up to the treetops, found a mountain top and jumped up, then sat on the top of the mountain and looked down at the earth.
Looking into the distance made his mind wide open, but when he looked at the vast mountains to the east, he saw towering peaks, which were exactly where the Hundred Thousand Mountains were located. He couldn't help but feel suffocated, and his face became gloomy again.
He snorted coldly, but he couldn't think of revenge. It was too bad. Now that the golden crown was damaged, he didn't dare to face the spiritual beasts in the Hundred Thousand Mountains. He was already a god, and he was no different from a child in front of them.
, can never be surpassed in a lifetime.
He let out a long sigh, closed his eyes and began to perform the Immortality Kung Fu.
Chu Li suddenly appeared and sat silently on another mountain peak. Under the observation of the big round mirror, the flow of blood and internal energy in Song Zhifan's body was as clear as the palm lines, clearly visible in his chest.
The mental method of the Immortality Kung Fu is extremely complicated, and Song Zhifan directly operates the ninth level, which is even more dazzlingly complicated. If he hadn't performed it himself, even if he drew a practice diagram, it would be difficult for others to see it clearly.
Because many repeated routes are repeated several times in one meridian, and each meridian runs at a different speed, with alternating movement and stillness, this kind of fire control is a great test of understanding.
Chu Li felt that the speed was different for everyone, and he needed to adjust it according to his own body.
Such a mental method is really exquisite and exquisite. It is no wonder that it has such power. Chu Li secretly admired it.