"Bang!" Song Zhifan fell heavily in a forest.
Because it was adjacent to the Hundred Thousand Mountains, the spiritual energy was rich, and the apricot forest was overgrown with weeds. The sound he made when he fell on the thick grass was dull, but the thick and soft grass protected him.
He lay motionless on the ground as if he were dead. His withered body had no arms, and his green robe was swaying on his body like a child wearing an adult's clothes. It was indescribably awkward.
After a long time, he raised his wrinkled face and roared to the sky, "Ahh-!"
He wanted to hit the ground, but he had no arms, so he could only kick the grass. The grass was messy, and the green juice stained his white boots.
"AH!!!" He howled furiously like a wounded wolf, and it was tragic and desolate.
He came with enthusiasm and hope, but he fled miserably. He was forced to give up his arms, lose hundreds of years of life, and even his most precious golden crown was damaged. It was really a terrible defeat.
He shook his hair gently, and the golden crown fell to the ground.
Looking at the Golden Crown that had lost its luster, as if it had lost its golden essence and become ordinary iron, he felt as if his heart was being twisted. Then, he saw that a gem embedded in the Golden Crown had shattered, and his eyes became bloodshot. He was in so much pain that he wanted to die.
"Ahh-!" He roared to the sky, spat out a cloud of blood, and fell to the ground softly.
At this moment, he had the idea of committing suicide, but once he committed suicide, he would be too ashamed to see his ancestors when he went to the Human Realm Beyond Heaven, so he couldn't die yet!
He lay on the ground motionlessly. After a long time, a deer ran over lightly. Seeing him lying on the ground, it immediately came over curiously. Its clear eyes were bright, pure, and innocent, and it didn't seem to be afraid of people at all.
Song Zhifan suddenly opened his blood-red eyes and stared at the deer.
The deer was sensitive. As soon as it felt his murderous aura, it hurriedly ran at a fast speed.
But no matter how fast it was, it was not as fast as Song Zhifan.
Although he was withered like a dying man, Song Zhifan's injuries were all transferred by his body, so he wasn't as weak as he had imagined. His movement technique was still surprisingly fast. With one step, he instantly caught up with the deer, and secretly sighed that there was always a way out.
He was in extreme despair, lamenting that his life was no better than death. Unexpectedly, a deer with such spiritual energy was sent to him. The heavens really did not abandon him.
After devouring it, his arms would be able to regrow and return to their original state. It was just like when Chu Li had chopped off one of his arms and exploded the other to escape. The newly regrown arm was not weak at all.
At that time, he had devoured four Grandmasters, but now he only needed a fawn because this fawn was full of spiritual energy and was on the verge of becoming a Spirit Beast. He was just a step away from becoming a Spirit Beast.
The flesh and blood of Spirit Beasts were a great supplement, especially to him. One Spirit Beast was equivalent to ten or even twenty Grandmasters. This was the unique advantage of Spirit Beasts.
The deer cried out in panic as it fell into Song Zhifan's hands.
The smile on Song Zhifan's withered face grew wider and wider, and his eyes shone with excitement.
"Ying ying!" Suddenly, the cry of a deer could be heard nearby.
A Green Deer turned into a green light and shot towards Song Zhifan. It swung its head gracefully in the air and hit Song Zhifan with its antlers. Song Zhifan was thrown out like a broken cloth bag and crashed heavily into an apricot tree.
The golden apricots fell to the ground. Song Zhifan's withered face was twisted in pain.
Not only was the impact of the antlers extremely painful, but there were also two strange forces that drilled into his body. It was like a knife cutting his body. He was in so much pain that he wished he could just kill himself.
"Ying ying," the fawn cried out at the Green Deer.
The Green Deer used its long antlers to touch the fawn and turned to look at Song Zhifan. It then turned into a green light and shot towards Song Zhifan.
Song Zhifan was once again thrown out like a broken cloth bag and crashed lightly into another apricot tree.
"Kacha!" The apricot tree snapped in the middle.
After Song Zhifan landed on the ground, he was no longer breathing. He was no longer moving.
"Ying ying!" The fawn happily jumped a few times and happily left with the Green Deer.
After two hours, Song Zhifan slowly regained consciousness. The wrinkles on his face were even deeper and denser. His entire aura was weak as if he could be blown away by a gust of wind and could die at any moment.
Song Zhifan sighed and shook his body. He wanted to take out the only life-saving elixir from his clothes and swallow it.
This elixir was a life-saving elixir. It was the only one that could save his life at the most critical moment. At this time, he could only swallow it. Otherwise, he might not be able to last until he used the Art of Eternal Youth.
However, after shaking for a long time, he still didn't see the jade bottle fall out of his clothes. So, he shook his green robe lightly, revealing only his snow-white undershirt.
Looking at the empty green robe on the ground, his face was so gloomy that it could drip water.
Because his body had shrunk, his clothes were now empty. Originally, he had been able to hold the medicine bottle, but now he couldn't. He had never used the Unaging Live Forever Technique in such an intense way, and was inexperienced. As a result, he dropped the only life-saving spirit medicine he had!
"Ah — —!" He roared at the sky. He got up and kicked the ground desperately. One by one, the apricot trees were broken by him and fell to the ground.
After kicking for a while, he slowly stopped. His face was red and he was panting.
After venting his anger, he calmed down.
The Art of Eternal Youth could devour blood essence and inner energy, but it could also devour spiritual energy. The spiritual energy here was much richer than anywhere else. Cultivating here was ten times faster than anywhere else. With his injuries, as long as he cultivated properly, he would be able to recover a bit of strength in a few days. When that time came, he could go and deal with the Grandmasters and devour them to recover his arms.
No matter how miserable he was, he was still an Enlightened Master. However, he could forget about spirit beasts. He was traumatized by spirit beasts and didn't want to see them again. He didn't want to devour them either. He couldn't afford to provoke them. Grandmasters were better.
Thinking about this, he leaped onto the treetops and found a mountain peak. Then, he sat on the mountain peak and looked down at the land.
Looking into the distance broadened his mind. However, when he looked at the mountains in the east, he saw the towering peaks. They were where the Hundred-Thousand Hills were located. He couldn't help but feel suffocated and his face turned gloomy.
He scoffed coldly, but he couldn't think of revenge. He was too weak. Now that the golden crown was damaged, he didn't dare to face the spirit beasts in the Hundred-Thousand Hills. He was already an Enlightened Master, but he was no different from a child in front of them. He would never be able to surpass them.
He let out a long sigh and closed his eyes. He began to circulate the Art of Eternal Youth.
Chu Li suddenly appeared and silently sat on another mountain peak. Under the observation of the Omniscient Mirror, Song Zhifan's blood essence and inner energy flow were as clear as palm lines.
The heart technique of the Art of Eternal Youth was extremely complicated. Song Zhifan directly circulated the ninth level. It was so complicated that it was dazzling. If he didn't do it himself, even if he drew the cultivation diagram, it would be difficult for others to see it clearly.
This was because the route was repeated many times in one meridian. Moreover, the speed of circulation in each meridian was different. Movement and stillness alternated. This kind of fire control was a great test of one's comprehension.
Chu Li felt that the speed of circulation was different for each person. He needed to combine it with his own body to change it.
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