socalfunplaces Chapter 969
Chapter 969
The old beggar shook his head repeatedly, urging Luo Fanchen not to waste his energy.
"Regeneration of broken limbs is something that even the best assistant in the world cannot do."
"It doesn't matter if you can't do it now. Since time is tight, we should first pass on the ultimate move of each of our unique skills to you. You should know that this last move is not easy to digest."
The cripple and other disabled old men didn't say anything, with a look of relief on their faces.
They could see that Luo Fanchen really cared about them. With disabled bodies and trapped in this deserted village, they felt that the rest of their lives were worth it to be able to harvest such a talented and kind-hearted genius.
Seeing that Luo Fanchen was so excited to heal them, the old beggar couldn't say anything more. He didn't have the heart to dampen the enthusiasm of the young people.
"Try it, you will know after you try it."
"Alas."
Until the old beggar sighed helplessly,
Luo Fanchen had been listening quietly, as if giving the old beggar time to persuade him, and then glanced at Xiong Dashuai, as if to say to watch carefully and learn well.
"Are you done?"
"Shua shua shua!"
As the green lotus vibrated, four circles of orange-red soul rings rhythmically emerged, shining all around.
"???"
The old beggar and other disabled old men were all shocked.
I thought the seven orange-red soul rings were scary enough, but this kid actually had another trick up his sleeve?
He came up with four more?
The cripple's voice became a little hoarse: "Oh my God, did you poke the nest of opportunity?"
I don't know if the nest of opportunity was pierced, but Feng's side...
Ahem.
Luo Fanchen's mind moved, and he urged the blue lotus to radiate blue divine light, which landed on the broken limbs of the old beggar. The vitality in the old beggar's body surged, and this healing power shocked the disabled old men.
"This kid's healing method is a bit scary!"
"Indeed, there is no strong attacking spirit master, it looks like a full-time auxiliary!"
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."
"In fact, after I became a human pig, I also thought about finding a top auxiliary spirit master to help me, but I failed. In the end, I was discouraged and lived in seclusion here."
Luo Fanchen's deep eyes were extremely calm. He looked at the old beggar quietly and thought.
Suddenly,
His eyes lit up and raised his hand.
"Shua!"
The root of the green lotus flew out and turned into the murderous Nine Heavens God-killing Spear, with the tip of the spear pointing directly at the old beggar. The frightened old beggar shivered and shrank his neck: "Are you going to kill me? I just said a few more words!"
Luo Fanchen was about to speak,
It seemed that the ink well in the center of the village was affected by the evil spirit, and the chains clattered. There was a creepy creaking sound as if countless ants were gnawing at the iron chains, and streams of ink-colored juice were about to flow out.
"Fuck!"
"There's a ghost!"
Marshal Xiong shivered, trembled, looked at Luo Fanchen, gritted his teeth, and ran to Tongtong to protect her.
"Smelly boy, quickly restrain your gun intent!"
The old man with a broken arm reminded hurriedly,
"Shua shua shua!"
The disabled old men flashed back to the well and pinched their fingers to form a seal.
Luo Fanchen immediately sealed the gun intent of the God-killing Spear.
He was in awe.
Why did this ghost thing below always react to the God-killing Spear? What on earth was hidden there?
Luo Fanchen carefully used the power of the Sky-Piercing to observe.
He did not dare to look directly at the Ink Well, fearing that he would cause trouble to the disabled elders.
Instead, he observed the underground of the Disabled Elders Village.
There seemed to be a vast formation underground, but he felt dizzy at a glance. The formation gathered the power of the earth veins and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and worked together to strengthen the seal of the Ink Well. Luo Fanchen resisted the backlash and observed that the positions where the four disabled elders sat were all particular, and there were luminous objects underground as the objects to suppress the formation.
He was shocked. With his extraordinary mental power increase, the Sky-Piercing to Break Illusions could not observe what it was. He just felt it was so dazzling.
It seems that the strength of the disabled elders is even greater than he had imagined before.
Soon,
The crisis of the ink well subsided, the ink-colored juice faded like a tide, the dark sky became bright again, and the warm sunlight hit the ink well, but it still looked a little cold and gloomy, as if it could absorb all the light.
The disabled old men breathed a sigh of relief, and then laughed and scolded Luo Fanchen:
"Stinky boy, you have no memory, don't take out your gun easily, the old men can't stand it."
Tongtong walked around the Mini Bear Dashuai who was sitting there panting, and wiped the sweat off the foreheads of the disabled old men with a handkerchief.
"Grandpas, my brother didn't mean it, calm down."
The disabled old men froze,
This ink well riotTo be honest, they didn't feel bad. Even if Luo Fanchen didn't come, they would often have problems.
But Tongtong's side with the brat really made them jealous!
The cripple asked curiously: "It's okay. By the way, why did you suddenly pull out a gun?"
Luo Fanchen walked towards the old beggar with a gun: "I saw that Senior Aotian's limbs were broken for so many years, and the wounds had long since healed. So no matter how strong Qinglian's healing ability is, there is nothing to repair. It is necessary to disrupt the muscles and bones that have grown into a ball, and then tear the healed wounds apart."
The crippled old men shuddered, and they all looked down at their healed wounds. Ning is the living devil?
The old blind man was even more cowardly and covered his eyes.
The old beggar shuddered and shrugged backwards.
"Why are you repaying kindness with enmity!"
"Don't come over!"
"Senior, bear with it, I'll be quick!"
"Ah——"
A scream cut through the sky.
The old beggar's limbs were bleeding, and his old face looking up at the sky was full of despair. He complained sadly: "Damn little hooligan bullying me for being weak and powerless!"
Luo Fanchen had already cast an illusion to block the blood red color, and could only see colorful liquids gushing out like a fountain.
If Tongtong hadn't been sensible, a filial child like Yang Jinghong might have applauded and called Brother Luo so romantic, and bloodletting was colorful!
He held the blood-dripping spear and smiled at the other disabled old men.
The old cripple was numb: "Are you a devil?"
"Don't get close to me!"
He was ready to run away, afraid that if he ran too late, he would be shot.
"Boom!"
Luo Fanchen abandoned 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 sacred beast Canglong burst out with divine light, amplifying into the green lotus.
"Roar——"
The energy of Yimu Azure Dragon, which contains the vitality of all things, is mighty. The weeds in the whole village are growing wildly. The healing light of Azure Lotus turns into four blue-gold dragons with detailed scales, which sink into the wounds of the old beggar's limbs. The old beggar's face full of resentment suddenly stops, and he feels like he is floating in the air.
Full.
Completely filled.
"Concentrate!"
Luo Fanchen's soul power is being madly extracted by Azure Lotus. If he had not broken through to the eighth level now, when he was a Soul Saint, his soul power would probably not last for more than ten breaths and would be drained by the huge consumption.
He used his mental power to observe the bones and veins of his limbs, and used the vitality of Azure Lotus to reshape the old beggar's limbs...