Why am I invincible again?

Chapter 1143 Who Can Distinguish Gods and Demons (18)

But the thought of revenge in his mind turned into deep horror the moment he saw Zhou Ye.

From such a close distance, he clearly saw Zhou Ye's severed arm. The wound was slowly solidifying, scabbing, and falling off, giving birth to a bright red arm.
"What the hell are you?!"

Xianzun went completely crazy.

He was easily restrained time and time again, struggling on the verge of death time and time again. He thought that he would have a chance to take revenge when he got here, but now seeing Zhou Ye's growth method that completely violated the natural ethics made him realize that what is happening in front of him This woman might really be something he couldn't afford.

The Immortal Clan is already the most powerful race in the Six Realms. As long as the body is injured, as long as it is not fatal on the spot, it can recover as usual after a slow practice.

But all this takes time.

For an injury like Zhou Ye's, even the most powerful immortal race would take years to recover after using the best panacea.

And what about Zhou Ye?

From the beginning to the end, in the blink of an eye, her injury was almost healed!
what is this?
Xianzun had an unparalleled sense of superiority in his heart, and believed that the immortal race was the most noble race in the six realms.

Looking at Zhou Ye now, this shock instantly collapsed the self-esteem and self-confidence that he had built up since he was a child.

Invincible fighting ability, and invincible healing ability.

The two are combined in one piece.

Under such a product, what exactly is Zhou Ye?
Why does God have such a preference for her?
"Why?"

This invincible existence, without checks and balances, would only cause chaos in the Six Realms.

Thinking of this, Immortal Venerable suddenly looked at the person walking not far away, a little hope flashed in his eyes.

Patriarch Qing Dao can.

If anyone in the world could kill Zhou Ye, it must be Patriarch Qing Dao.

The patriarch Fafo is cold and aloof and doesn't care about the secular world, the only one who can uphold justice for him is Patriarch Qingdao.

Thinking of this, while Zhou Ye was still recovering, Xianzun quickly dodged behind the man in sackcloth.

"Patriarch Qingdao, please help the younger generation get justice!"

Qing Dao was dressed in rough linen clothes, with bare feet, and a tattered straw hat, which covered most of his face, except for some stubble on his exposed chin.

No matter how you look at it, this person looks like a fisherman in the countryside, and he walks unsteadily, without any momentum.

The half of the face under the brim of the hat was smiling, not the kind of smile with emotion, just a simple upward movement of the corners of the mouth, but it didn't seem strange to people.

Zhou Ye watched them approach.

Watching the man with a smile on his mouth slowly take off the straw hat on his head, revealing messy hair, mixed with black and white, his face tanned by the seaside sun is the appearance of a middle-aged man.

There are very few people with gray hair in the gods and immortals. No matter how old they are, they all have black hair.

Of course, Elder Xian is an exception, he thinks he is handsome with white hair.

Since then, Zhou Ye has an inexplicable affection for the gray-haired person.

It's a pity that the one in front of him only has half of the 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 what kind of ancestor he is, she belongs to the little ancestor, she wants to kill him right now.

"The little girl is very hostile."

Qingdao spoke, his voice was considered young, his tone was loose, and his thin eyelids slightly drooped made him look a little dejected.

(End of this chapter)