Twin martial souls, full level charm, enchantress please respect yourself

The old beggar shook his head repeatedly and advised Luo Fanchen not to waste his efforts.

"Even the best assistant in the world can't do this kind of thing like rebirth of a severed limb."

"It's okay if you kid can't do it now. Since time is tight, we'd better pass on the ultimate move of our respective secret skills to you first. You kid, you have to know that this last move is not easy to digest."

The lame man and the crippled old man said nothing, with expressions of relief on their faces.

They could see that Luo Fanchen really cared about them. He was disabled and trapped in this deserted village. They all felt that the rest of their lives were worth it to have such a gifted and kind-hearted genius.

Seeing that Luo Fanchen was so interested in healing their wounds, the old beggar couldn't go on and couldn't bear to dampen the enthusiasm of the young people.

"Try it, you will know it after you try it."

"Ugh."

Until the old beggar sighed helplessly,

Luo Fanchen had been listening quietly, as if giving the old beggar time to persuade, and then glanced at Marshal Xiong, as if to say, "Look good, study hard."

"Are you done talking?"

"Shhhhh!"

As the green lotus shook, four circles of orange-red soul rings pulsed out, reflecting the surroundings.

"???"

The old beggar and other disabled people were all shaken and frightened.

I thought the seven orange-red soul rings just now were scary enough, but this kid actually had something hidden?

Four more paths were created?

The lame man's voice became hoarse: "Oh my god, did you stab the chance nest?"

I don’t know if Chance Nest is there or not, but Feng’s side…

cough cough.

With a thought, Luo Fanchen activated the green lotus to radiate green divine light, which landed on the old beggar's broken limbs. The vitality in the old beggar's body surged. This healing power shocked all the disabled and elderly people.

"This guy's healing methods are a bit scary!"

"Indeed, there is no such thing as an offensive spirit master, like a full-time support person!"

The old blind man and others were amazed and watched the excitement, but the old beggar's limbs showed no signs of recovery.

The old beggar sighed: "It's useless, I know my own situation."

"Actually, after I became a human pig, I also thought about asking top auxiliary soul masters to help me, but they all failed. In the end, I became discouraged and lived in seclusion here."

Luo Fanchen's deep eyes were extremely calm, and he looked at the old beggar quietly, thinking.

suddenly,

His eyes lit up and he raised his hand.

"Shh!"

The rhizome of the green lotus flew out and turned into the evil Nine Heavens Killing Spear. The tip of the spear was pointed directly at the old beggar. The frightened old beggar shivered and shrank his neck: "Are you going to kill me? Why don't we just say more? Two sentences!!”

Luo Fanchen was about to speak,

As if affected by the evil spirit, the ink well in the center of the village vibrated, the chains rattled, and there was an oozing creaking sound as if there were countless ants eating the iron chains, and streams of ink-colored juice were about to flow out.

"Fuck!"

"There's a ghost!!"

Marshal Xiong trembled and shivered, glanced at Luo Fanchen, gritted his teeth, and ran to Tongtong to protect him.

"You brat, please restrain your gun will!"

The old man with a broken arm reminded urgently,

"Shhhhh!"

The disabled old men ducked back to the well and pinched their fingers to form a seal.

Luo Fanchen immediately blocked the gun intent of the God-killing Spear.

The mind is awe-inspiring,

Why does this ghost below always react to the God-killing Spear? What is it hiding?

Luo Fanchen carefully used the delusion-breaking power of Tianpu to observe,

I didn't dare to look directly at Mo Jing, for fear of causing trouble to the disabled old people.

Instead, he observed the underground of the Disabled Old Village,

There seemed to be a vast formation underground, but one glance made him feel dizzy. The formation gathered the power of the earth's veins and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and worked together to strengthen the seal of Mojing. Luo Fanchen resisted the backlash and observed the four disabled old men sitting cross-legged. The locations are all particular, and there are luminous objects on the ground as anchors.

He was shocked. With his extraordinary increase in mental power, Powang Tiantong could not see what it was. He only felt that it was so dazzling.

It seemed that the strength of the disabled old men was even greater than he had imagined before.

quickly,

The crisis in the ink well subsided, the ink juice faded away like a tide, and the dark sky became bright again. Warm sunlight hit the ink well, but it still looked a bit cold and eerie, as if it could absorb all the light.

The crippled old men breathed a sigh of relief, then smiled and cursed at Luo Fanchen:

"You brat, you don't have a memory. Don't pull out your gun. The old man's heart won't be able to bear it."

Tongtong walked around a bunch of handsome mini-bears who were sitting there breathing heavily, and held a small handkerchief to wipe the sweat from the foreheads of the elderly people.

"Grandpas, my brother didn't mean it. Just calm down."

The expressions of all the disabled old people were stiff.

To be honest, they didn't feel bad about the Mojing riot. Even if Luo Fanchen didn't come, they would often have problems themselves.

But Tongtong's treatment of the brat like this really made them angry!

The cripple asked strangely: "It's okay. What did you do when you suddenly pulled out a gun?"

Luo Fanchen walked towards the old beggar with a gun: "I have seen Senior Aotian's limbs broken for so many years, and the wounds have long since grown to death. Therefore, no matter how strong Qinglian's healing ability is, there is nothing that can be repaired. The muscles and bones that have grown into a ball need to be disrupted and healed. The wound needs to be opened again."

The cripples and disabled old men trembled, and they all looked down at their death wounds. Would you rather be the living king of hell?

The old blind man was even more frightened and covered his eyes.

The old beggar shuddered and crawled backwards.

"Why do you kid repay kindness with hatred?"

"Don't come over here!"

"Senior, please be patient, I'll be quick!"

"what--"

A scream pierced the sky.

The old beggar's limbs were bleeding, and his old face looked up to the sky with a look of despair, and he complained miserably: "Damn little hooligans who bullied me into being weak and weak!"

Luo Fanchen had already used illusions to block out the blood red color, and could only see colorful liquid pouring out like a fountain.

If Tongtong hadn't been sensible, a filial child like Yang Jinghong might have clapped his hands and called Brother Luo so romantic, and bloodletting was colorful!

He held the bloody spear and smiled at the other disabled old people.

The old lame man was numb: "Are you a devil?"

"Don't touch me!"

He was already preparing to run away, fearing that he would be shot if he ran too late.

"boom!"

Luo Fanchen gave up his concentration, put away the God-killing Spear, and the green lotus in his palm flew into the air. The first circle of soul rings from the holy beast Canglong burst out with divine light, amplifying it into the green lotus.

"Roar--"

The Qi of Yimu Qinglong, which contains the vitality of all things, is so powerful that the weeds in the whole village grow wildly. The healing light of Qinglian turns into four green-gold divine dragons with delicate scales, and sinks into the wounds of the old beggar's limbs. The old face full of resentment suddenly stopped, and there was a feeling of ecstasy.

full.

Completely filled.

"Congeal!"

Luo Fanchen's soul power was frantically extracted by Qinglian. If he hadn't broken through the eighth level now, when he was a soul saint, his soul power would probably be drained out by huge consumption if he could not last ten breaths.

He mentally observed the bones and veins of his limbs, and used Qinglian's creative vitality to reshape the old beggar's limbs...