Chapter 1143 Who can tell the difference between gods and demons (18)
But the thoughts of revenge that filled his mind turned into deep horror the moment he saw Zhou Ye.
Being so close, he could clearly see Zhou Ye's broken arm. The wound was slowly solidifying, scabbing, and falling off, giving birth to a bright red arm
"What the hell are you?!"
The Immortal Lord was completely crazy.
He was easily restrained again and again, and struggled on the verge of death again and again. He thought he would have a chance for revenge when he got here, but now he saw Zhou Ye's growth method that completely violated natural ethics, making him realize that before him This woman might really be something he couldn't afford to offend.
The Immortal Race is already the most powerful race in the six realms. If a physical injury is not fatal on the spot, it can be restored to normal with subsequent practice.
But all this takes time.
With an injury like Zhou Ye's, even if the most powerful immortal clan used the best elixir, it would still take several years to return to normal.
And what about Zhou Ye?
From beginning to end, in the blink of an eye, her injury was almost healed!
What is this?
The Immortal Lord has an unparalleled sense of superiority in his heart, and believes that the Immortal Race is the most noble race in the six realms.
Looking at Zhou Ye now, the impact caused the self-confidence and self-confidence he had built up since he was young to collapse instantly.
Invincible fighting ability, and invincible healing ability.
The two are combined together.
Under such a product, what exactly is Zhou Ye?
Why does God have such a preference for her?
"Why."
This kind of invincible existence, without checks and balances, would only cause chaos in the six realms.
Thinking of this, the Immortal Lord suddenly looked at the man walking not far away, with a little hope flashing in his eyes.
The ancestor of Qingdao can do it.
If there is anyone in the world who can kill Zhou Ye, it must be the Qingdao Patriarch.
The ancestor of Dharma and Buddha was cold, aloof and indifferent to the world, and the only one who could uphold justice for him was the ancestor of Qingdao. Thinking of this, while Zhou Ye was still recovering, Xianzun quickly ducked behind the man in linen clothes.
"Ancestor Qingdao, please help the younger generation seek justice!"
Qingdao was dressed in simple coarse linen clothes, with bare feet and a tattered straw hat on his head, which covered most of his face. Only the exposed chin still had some stubble.
No matter how you look at it, this man looks like a fisherman in the countryside. He walks unsteadily and has no momentum at all.
Half of the face under the brim of the hat is smiling. It's not an emotional smile, it's just a simple upward movement of the corners of the mouth, but it doesn't look strange.
Zhou Ye watched them coming.
Watching the man with a smile on his face slowly take off the straw hat on his head, revealing his messy hair, half black and white, and his face tanned by the seaside sun, he looked like a middle-aged man.
There are very few people in the gods and immortals tribes with gray hair. No matter how old they are, they all have black hair.
Of course, Elder Xian is an exception. He thinks his white hair is cool and handsome.
From then on, Zhou Ye had an inexplicable liking for people with gray hair.
It's a pity that the person in front of me only has half of his white hair, and the action he just hurt himself just killed this little bit of goodwill.
Now, Zhou Ye only wanted to kill him.
No matter who he is, the ancestor or the ancestor, she wants to kill him now.
"The little girl is very violent."
Qingdao spoke, his voice was quite young, his tone was casual, and his slightly drooped thin eyelids made him look a little depressed.
(End of chapter)