"Where are my hands? Where are my hands?"
A hoarse and strange voice spread out there. Feng Jiu frowned slightly, and the sword energy in her hand condensed again. When she was about to attack, she saw a scene that shocked her.
The old woman was seen looking for her broken arm. After seeing it, she stretched out her hand and sucked the broken arm over, and then pushed it back to the junction of her broken arm.
What was even more bizarre was that after her hand condensed blood and melted to form magma, she seemed to see that arm recovering rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. In particular, she twisted her arm and shook her hands, which refreshed her three views.
How could this broken arm be reattached like this? Even a ghost doctor like her couldn't come up with such a weird method of reattachment. Who was this old woman? How could her broken arm be reshaped so quickly after being in the lava
Magma? Reshape
Yes! She knows!
This old woman can refine spirits. Her furnace is in her body. She can swallow the resentful spirits and refine them, or she can use her own conditions to reshape her own body!
Thinking of this, her face darkened and her original intention to take action stopped at this moment.
If that's the case, then even if she cuts off her limbs, she can definitely use her strange internal furnace to reshape them. If that's the case, then the only place she can attack is...
“Here it is!”
A clear voice was heard, and she jumped up and rushed forward again with the sword in hand. However, at this moment, the old woman who was prepared and knew that she was holding a Qingfeng sword flashed like a ghost when she jumped up and raised the sword to chop down.
"Here."
The old woman's strange, gloomy and hoarse voice suddenly appeared behind Fengjiu. She was startled and looked back, only to see the old woman slapping her hard with a palm filled with blood.
"Bang!"
The palm wind hit her body, and in an instant, it was as if a giant palm was slapping towards her. The powerful airflow of pressure hit her back from behind, and the bang was very clear in her ears.
"puff!"
Her body was violently knocked flying by the blow, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. She lost her balance and fell downwards. The blow made her feel severe pain all over, as if the power of the palm was spreading through her body, making it impossible for her to catch her breath to steady her falling figure.
"Bang!"
Her body fell to the ground and fell into the blood net. At that moment, the ghost struggling in the blood net tried to pounce on her, but seemed to be afraid of the things on her body and did not dare to get close.
She climbed up from the blood net, supported herself with the Qingfeng in her hand and stood up. With a movement of her hand, a bottle of pills appeared in her palm. She quickly poured out one and swallowed it. With a slightly gloomy look in her eyes, she endured the discomfort in her body and secretly urged the Qinglian in her body to repair the internal injuries.
"You're not dead yet? Why aren't you dead yet? You took a blow from my palm and you were able to stand up. That's not easy, not easy."
The old woman stood in mid-air, her black robe fluttering in the night. She looked at the figure below with some surprise. For a Nascent Soul cultivator, it was almost impossible for him to be able to stand up after being hit by a powerful Flying Immortal like her.