White-Robed Chief

Chapter 1911 Pressing Questions (Second Update)

Jian Guang flashed across Song Zhifan's right arm.

The right arm fluttered to the ground, but there was no blood on the shoulder, it was directly sealed.

Immediately, the left arm also fell off to the ground, but there was still no blood.

Chu Li returned the sword to its sheath and looked at Song Zhifan.

Song Zhifan's face was livid, and he stared at Chu Li with a sneer: "Chu Li, do you dare to kill me?"

Chu Li shook his head: "Don't dare."

"Forgive me, you don't dare!" Song Zhifan sneered and said, "If you push me too far, don't blame me for committing suicide. Even if you can't enter Tianwaitian, your ancestors must have sensed it, and you will definitely die by then!"

Chu Li nodded and said, "Exactly!"

"What are you going to do?" Song Zhifan snorted.

Chu Li said: "Inquire about some confidential information."

"Say!" Song Zhifan said.

He secretly activated the Immortality Kungfu, and took a look at the two arms on the ground. If he could get these two arms, it would be easy to get them back when he went back.

But now with Song Sizu and the three of them here, he doesn't have to do many things himself, which saves a lot of worry.

Chu Li said indifferently: "What is Song Wuji's position in Tianwaitian?"

"The Lord of Thunder Pond." Song Zhifan said proudly, "It's easy to kill you. If you didn't want to break the rules, a thunderbolt would have killed you long ago!"

Chu Li said: "Then when you became a god, why did the thunder still fall?"

"Hmph, there's not only one Thunder Pond!" Song Zhifan snorted.

He could block the sky thunder, but he couldn't block the thunder force from Chu Li's palm, because Yu Lei Baoyi is not invincible and has its weaknesses. Clothes.

Chu Li nodded slowly: "I see."

Song Zhifan said: "Don't think that you can withstand the thunder, it's just that you are not strong enough. If you really want to kill you, there will be no life or death under the thunder, and you will be wiped out, and you will never be reincarnated!"

Chu Li said: "Why did Song Wuji become the master of Thunder Pond?"

"Of course it's because of strength." Song Zhifan said proudly, "The Patriarch was stronger than you back then!"

Chu Li smiled and said: "That's true, I don't have the ability to kill so many gods at once."

The gods back then were also stronger than the gods of today. Song Wuji was able to kill so many gods in one go, and his ability was even better than his own now, not to mention how much stronger he is now than himself.

Song Zhifan stood proudly, looking up at the sky.

Chu Li said: "It is said that your Longevity Sect has many secret treasures?"

Song Zhifan's face changed slightly, and he said in a deep voice, "What do you want to do?"

Chu Li smiled and said: "As the leader of the sect, it is not too much to exchange your life for a secret treasure?"

"Impossible!" Song Zhifan said coldly: "If you want to kill, you can kill. If you want to exchange a secret treasure, it's a dream! At worst, I will commit suicide!"

Chu Li said: "Then you can think clearly, what is your status now that you have gone to Heaven and Earth?"

Song Zhifan frowned and stared at him.

Chu Li smiled and said, "Actually, to the Longevity Cult, a secret treasure is nothing, right?"

"Chu Li, I didn't expect you to be so greedy and despicable!" Song Zhifan said coldly.

This is simply a bandit, trying to steal the secret of his Longevity Cult, it is simply a dream.

Chu Li said: "Well, let me take a step back. I don't want a secret storehouse, I only need a few treasures, how about it?"

"Impossible!" Song Zhifan said.

Chu Li shook his head and sighed: "In this case, I can only abolish you first, and then trap you in a formation, no one can find you, Song Wuji can't sense your death, won't come down to settle accounts with me, and you won't die either .”

"I can die if I want to," Song Zhifan said coldly.

Chu Li said with a smile: "I have Qiyuan Pill, you can be saved before dying."

"Then it depends on how many Qi Yuan Dan you have!" Song Zhifan sneered.

Chu Li suddenly stepped forward and slapped Song Zhifan's shoulder with a palm, and the palm power accumulated in Leizhu poured out continuously.

Song Zhifan's hair stood on end, and his body trembled slightly, as if he had received an electric shock.

Chu Li pressed his shoulders and remained motionless, Lei Zhu pulled out a trace of strength and poured into his body, making him paralyzed and limp, and then slapped him with his left palm a few times, and suddenly Chuangyou's internal energy gradually dissipated, as if he had lost his martial arts generally.

But Chu Li knew that this was only temporary, and the Immortality and Immortality Kung Fu could hardly be abolished.

"Bang bang bang bang!" Chu Li slapped him again, destroying all the god-protecting objects on him.

Chu Li let go of his palms, allowing Song Zhifan to slump on the ground, leaning against the stone wall, and staring at Chu Li with his pale face extremely gloomy.

"Master Song no longer thinks about one or two?" Chu Li asked with a smile.

His smile was particularly sinister in Song Zhifan's eyes.

Song Zhifan took a deep breath and shook his head slowly: "Dream!"

Chu Li took off his golden crown, put it on his own head, and said with a smile: "This golden crown is really good, is it the symbol of the leader?"

Song Zhifan narrowed his eyes slightly, and said lightly: "It's just an ordinary crown, it looks good on it, you can take it if you want!"

Chu Li felt the power coming from the golden crown, and said with a smile: "With it, you won't be afraid of losing your internal strength. It seems that it is really a treasure, so you can only accept it!"

Song Zhifan was heartbroken, this is the crown of the leader of the sect, if he lost this, he couldn't justify it!

"Hey..." Chu Li shook his head and sighed: "It's really tough, I admire it!"

Song Zhifan squinted at him.

Chu Li said: "There is actually nothing in the secret store, right?"

"Hmph!" Song Zhifan sneered.

Chu Lidao: "Actually, it's just playing tricks. What kind of secret words are needed to enter the secret store?"

Song Zhifan sneered and remained silent.

Chu Li shook his head and said: "Make these mysteries, deceive those congregants, let them feel that it is an honor to enter the secret treasure, and desperately work for the Longevity Cult, but that's it!"

Song Zhifan didn't have any soul protection on him. Although his soul was strong, he couldn't defend against Dayuan Jingzhi.

Chu Li instantly contemplated the method of entering the secret treasure from his mind. He was overjoyed, but still maintained his calm, shaking his head and sighing: "Song Wuji invented all these methods?"

Song Zhifan said coldly: "I advise you not to think about secret treasures."

Chu Li smiled and said, "Master Song, I actually know a thaumaturgy called Puppet Art."

Song Zhifan frowned and looked at him.

Chu Li smiled and said, "Through this technique, I can make Master Song do something."

"What's the matter?" Song Zhifan frowned.

Chu Li said: "Why did I shatter your soul-protecting objects, because without them, you can't resist my puppet technique."

"What do you want to do?" Song Zhifan said coldly.

Chu Li smiled and said: "Through this technique, I can let Master Song enter the secret treasury and give me the treasure."

"Impossible!" Song Zhifan sneered.

Chu Li said: "Then let's wait and see!"

As he spoke, he picked up two arms from the ground and handed them to Song Zhifan respectively: "Can the leader connect the arms?"

Song Zhifan glared at him coldly.

Chu Li smiled and said: "I believe the leader has this ability, last time it was very easy to regenerate a broken limb."

Song Zhifan condensed a trace of immortality skills hidden in his mind, and the scattered internal energy suddenly began to gather, returned to its original position in the blink of an eye, and then began to circulate between the two arms, and the blood and energy in the two arms began to communicate.

Chu Li supported his two arms, watching them slowly return to Song Zhifan's body.

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