Urban Medical God

"Blood God, read on the friendship between you and me for thousands of years. I will give you a hundred days. Within a hundred days, you will kneel and worship in my temple of Confucian ancestors for seven days and seven nights. There are them."

"dream!"

The blood **** didn\'t want to refuse directly, let him kneel down, impossible!

"is it?"

The Confucian ancestor\'s voice was cold, and the overwhelming anger was wrapped around the bodies of the four people in the blood bursting air permeated by the stars, like red fire.

"If you don\'t do it, everyone will die without a burial place!"

Confucian ancestors\' utter anger echoed in the entire void, and the eyes looking at the blood **** were full of endless and sharp killing intent.

The blood **** held his head high and stared at the Confucian ancestor fearlessly.

The monstrous anger came, and the sharpness in the ancestor Confucian eyes no longer concealed.

The palm of the hand was slightly lifted, and the **** turned into a flying sword, with a huge amount of thunder and destruction, and bombarded towards the blood god.

With the biting and suffocating meaning of killing, Ye Chen and even Qu Chenyun and Ji Siqing were shocked at this moment without the possibility of moving, they could only watch the flying sword fall and hit the blood god\'s body. .

The blood god’s violent bloodline power wrapped around his body, trying to resist this flying sword of the Confucian ancestor, but when the flying sword fell like a meteor, his scalp began to numb. This blow full of endless destructive power seemed to him Can\'t avoid it.

"hiss!"

Jianguang was like cutting tofu, directly cutting off the blood god\'s arm, and the splashing blood light turned into a meteor trail in the entire void.

The broken arm was like a duckweed without a root, which was severely beaten to the ground.

The blood god\'s face was pale, and the Confucian ancestor\'s seemingly random finger flying sword was actually so powerful. His current strength is too low and too small.

He stubbornly didn\'t lower his head, pursing his lips without saying a word.

"Within a hundred days, your choice will be more than just an arm."

The Confucian ancestor Xu Ying looked at the blood gods, killing them like an ant, but it was too easy for him to care about, so he wanted them to tremble, fear, bow their heads, admit their mistakes, and then the endless pressure The phantom of\'s finally slowly dissipated above the void.

Ye Chen hurriedly stepped forward, looked at the **** severed arm, and cast a spell on the blood god: "Blessed by the way of heaven! Gossip Heavenly Pill!"

A ray of white light, mixed with the supreme source of Taoism, merged on the blood **** and his broken arm.

"How is it possible! Can\'t melt?"

Ye Chen frowned, how could this be possible! With such a smooth wound, coupled with the powerful resurrection ability of the blood god\'s immortal body, it stands to reason that rebirth with a broken arm is not difficult for him.

How is this going?

"No way."

The Blood God shook his head. He tried to use his own powerful recovery ability, but the bloodline strength, reaching the place where the arm was broken, turned around again, a situation where the road was blocked.

Ji Siqing obviously didn\'t understand the cause and effect, so he could only turn his head and look at Qu Chenyun.

"The strength of Confucian ancestors is really too strong."

Qu Chenyun shook his head, looking at the blood god, full of emotion and sympathy.

"Can\'t even you do it?"

Ji Siqing looked at Qu Chenyun with some regret. She didn\'t expect that even Qu Chenyun would have nothing to do with the injury of a broken arm in this area.

"This is not an ordinary injury."

Qu Chenyun has a solemn expression: "Although the blood **** has acquired the power 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 indestructible ability can\'t heal his arm injury?"

Ji Siqing didn\'t understand that Senior Blood God could not die, so why couldn\'t he even restore his arm.

"It\'s not that simple. Immortality can provide the blood **** with a steady flow of blood. As long as there is a trace of divine thought, he can do his best to be reborn, but the last blow of the Confucian ancestor completely cut off the broken arm and blood. The connection of the gods, in other words, the Confucian ancestors used extremely tyrannical destruction of the gods to force the blood god\'s body to believe that there was no left arm at all."

"There is no left arm?" Ji Siqing didn\'t even understand what this meant.

Ye Chen understood: "You mean, the immortality ability itself originates from contact, and now no matter how strong the divine power is, and the broken arm loses contact, it will not be possible to regenerate and shape one exactly the same."

"Well, that\'s what it means."

Qu Chenyun glanced at Ye Chen and nodded.

"If this is the case, if Confucian ancestors directly cut off the blood **** senior\'s heart and power ~ www.mtlnovel.com~ cut off contact, does it also mean that the blood **** senior will lose the ability to be immortal?"

"Not at all. Just cut off the power of bloodline, few people do it." Qu Chenyun shook his head, "The gap between the blood **** and the Confucian ancestor is too huge. What he cultivated is the destruction of Daoyuan by thunder. Being able to cut off the blood god\'s broken arm so decisively is already the limit."

Ye Chen nodded, saying this, the blood god\'s immortal body is not so easy to break open.

"However, few people do it, and it\'s not that no one does it."

Qu Chenyun sighed: "The object, the coveted people, is far more, more complex, and more powerful than you think. With the power of the blood **** now only 60%, it is really a bit unsightly."

Ye Chen nodded, wanting to protect the blood god, it seems that there are only two ways at present, or he becomes stronger and protects the blood god.

Either the blood **** becomes stronger and restores to the peak strength of the year.

Otherwise, their future will be difficult.

"The power of Confucian ancestor\'s thunder and dominance, the aura of destruction of the origin is too heavy, I am afraid that this life will not be able to be reborn with a broken arm."

Qu Chenyun finally sighed, still a little unbearable.

The blood god\'s eyes dimmed a little: "Ye Chen, I have a few words, I want to say it to you alone."

Ye Chen nodded, and the two walked aside.

Ji Siqing glanced at Qu Chenyun, and said, "Hey, the existence of Senior Blood God turned out to be a man with a broken arm. This greatly compromises the strength of Senior Blood God!

Qu Chenyun nodded: "Individuals have personal fate. This is his cause and effect, and we cannot change it."

"Ye Chen, I only have a remnant body now, and I have a treasure on my body. In the future, there will be countless forces coming because of me."

The blood god\'s face was a bit sad, he had been dashing and wanton all his life, and he was actually forced to this point at this time.