"The Confucian ancestor? He sent people here again and again. It seems that he is really concerned about me."
The Blood God looked at the Confucian ancestor with a cold look. Although his strength is a bit different from that of Confucian ancestor, he would never give up.
"The Blood God, think of the love between you and me for thousands of years. I will give you a hundred days. Within a hundred days, you will kneel down in my Confucian Ancestor Temple for seven days and seven nights, and hand over the divine objects. I can consider letting him go and they are there."
"dream!"
The Blood God refused without thinking and asked him to kneel down. It was impossible!
"Yeah?"
The voice of the Confucian ancestor was cold, and the surging anger was wrapped around the bodies of the four people in the blood bursting air filled with stars, like red fire.
"If you don't do it, everyone will die without a burial place!"
The overwhelming anger of Confucian ancestor echoed throughout the void, and the eyes of the Blood God were filled with endless sharp murderous intent.
The Blood God held his head high and stared at the Confucian ancestor fearlessly.
The surging anger came, and the sharpness in the eyes of the Confucian ancestor no longer hides.
The palms were slightly raised, and the two fingers turned into a flying sword, carrying a tremendous amount of thunder and destruction, bombarding the Blood God.
With a bitter and suffocating killing, Ye Chen, even Qu Chenyun and Ji Siqing were shocked and had no chance of moving. They could only watch the flying sword landing on the body of the Blood God.
The blood god's violent blood power wrapped around his body, trying to resist the flying sword of the Confucian ancestor, but when the flying sword slid down like a meteor, his scalp began to numb. He seemed unable to avoid this blow full of endless destructive power.
"hiss!"
The sword light cut off the Blood God's arm like cutting tofu. The splashed blood light turned into a meteor mark in the entire void.
The broken arm was like a rootless duckweed, and was beaten to the ground hard.
The Blood God's face was pale, and the Confucian ancestor seemed to have a random finger at the flying sword, which was so powerful. His current strength was too low and too small.
He stubbornly did not bow his head, pursed his lips and said nothing.
"In a hundred days, your choice will be more than just an arm."
The shadow of Confucian ancestor looked at the Blood God with a contempt. Killing them was like crushing an ant to death, but it was too easy to make him unable to mind, so he wanted to make them tremble, fear, bow their heads, and admit their mistakes. Then the endless pressure phantom finally slowly dissipated in the void.
Ye Chen hurriedly walked forward, looked at the bloody broken arm, and used magic on the Blood God: "Good blessings from heaven! Eight Trigrams of Heavenly Alchemy!"
A series of bright white lights mixed with the supreme breath of Taoist source, merged into the Blood God and his broken arm.
"How is it possible! Can't fit?"
Ye Chen frowned, how could this be possible! Such a flat wound, coupled with the powerful resurrection ability of the Blood God's immortal body, it is logical that rebirth of the broken arm is not difficult for him.
What's going on?
"no."
The Blood God shook his head. He tried to use his powerful recovery ability, but the blood power, when he reached the broken arm, flowed back again, as if the road was blocked.
Ji Siqing obviously didn't understand the cause and effect, so he could only turn his head to look at Qu Chenyun.
"The strength of Confucian ancestor is really too strong."
Qu Chenyun shook his head and looked at the Blood God with emotion and sympathy.
"Is there no way you can do it?"
Ji Siqing looked at Qu Chenyun with some regret. She didn't expect that even a existence like Qu Chenyun would have no way to deal with this mere broken arm injury.
"This is not an ordinary injury."
Qu Chenyun looked solemn: "Although the Blood God has gained the immortal power for some reason."
For four words for some reason, Qu Chenyun specially lowered his voice. Everyone present knew that she was actually referring to the divine object that the Blood God carries.
"Can't his immortal ability cure his arm injury?"
Ji Siqing was a little confused. Even the Blood God Senior could not die, so why could he not even do something like recovering his arm?
"It's not that simple. Immortality can provide the Blood God with a continuous stream of blood power. As long as there is still a trace of divine consciousness, he can do his best to be reborn. However, the last blow of the Confucian ancestor completely cut off the connection between the broken arm and the Blood God. In other words, the Confucian ancestor forced the Blood God's body to think that there was no left arm at all with its extremely powerful destructive power."
"Doesn't have the left arm?" Ji Siqing didn't understand what this meant.
Ye Chen understood: "You mean that the immortal power itself comes from connection. Now that the power of divine power is strong, it cannot be reborn and created exactly the same as the broken arm."
"Well, that's what it means."
Qu Chenyun looked at Ye Chen and nodded.
"If this is the case, if the Confucian ancestor directly cut off the power of the heart veins of the Blood God Senior and isolate the connection, does it also mean that the Blood God Senior will lose its immortal ability?"
"It's not entirely true. Few people can do it." Qu Chenyun shook his head, "The gap between the Blood God and the Confucian ancestor is too huge. He is cultivating the source of thunder and the Dao Destruction. It is already the limit to be able to cut off the Blood God's broken arm so decisively."
Ye Chen nodded. If he said this, the immortal body of the Blood God was not so easily broken.
"However, few people did it, not no one did it."
Qu Chenyun sighed: "The object that was coveted back then was far more complex and more powerful than you thought. With the power of the Blood God now, it is really a bit unbearable."
Ye Chen nodded. He wanted to protect the Blood God. At present, it seemed that there were only two ways, either he became stronger and protected the Blood God.
Either the Blood God becomes stronger and returns to its peak strength.
Otherwise, their future will be difficult.
"The thunder and domineering power of Confucian ancestors has too much aura of destruction. I am afraid that even the broken arm will not be reborn in this life."
Qu Chenyun finally sighed and said with some difficulty.
Blood God's eyes dimmed a little: "Ye Chen, I have a few words that I want to say to you alone."
Ye Chen nodded and the two walked to the side.
Ji Siqing glanced at Qu Chenyun and said, "Oh, the existence of Senior Blood God like Senior Blood God has become a person with broken arms. The strength of this pair of Senior Blood God is greatly reduced!"
Qu Chenyun nodded: "Individuals have their own fate, which is his cause and effect, and we cannot change it."
"Ye Chen, I only have a broken body now, and I have a treasure on my body. In the future, countless forces will definitely come because of me."
Chapter completed!