One arm.

The embryo has been completely destroyed, but with just one arm, the perfect creature can be brought back from the dead??

There was only a wriggling mouth on the strange face, but that face changed from time to time, sometimes it became a sage who taught all beings, sometimes it became a fierce-looking warrior, and sometimes it seemed like a hidden master obtained in the deep forest.

Can't give it any time!!

It is clear that the Divine Vine Juggernaut has not reached its perfect form, and most of the genetic modules have been lost, but even if there is only one arm left, it can produce countless changes.

The flesh and bone meridians were stretching at a speed visible to the naked eye, strange internal organs were also wrapped in the body, and constantly distorted faces and various thought-filled words were spat out of the mouth at the same time.

It...... Consciousness is in chaos.

Kill!!

Take advantage of your illness to kill you.

Countless ice thorns suddenly popped out of the frozen and cracked soil, and the extreme cold of winter had completely turned the land within a radius of one kilometer into frozen soil, and the cold white mist drifted around, freezing everything it came into contact with into ice.

Critical moment.

A creature derived from an arm sensed danger coming, and its fleshy body, which had not yet fully healed, exploded with incredible speed and power.

Boom!!

The perfect creature's body tensed suddenly, shrinking into a ball like a skinny monkey.

The moment countless ice spikes were about to pierce it, the ankle and toe mutations seemed to have completed their rudimentary shape, and they kicked and spun to the ground.

Perfect route.

Its escape route was perfect, countless ice spikes grazing its skin.

The swirling and twisting body was almost like dough, and its flexibility reached an unbelievable level, sometimes elongated and taut, and sometimes it was forced to twist out of strange amplitude, avoiding those fatal blows.

What the??

Is the trajectory of hundreds or thousands of ice spikes all expected by it?

The hell blood in Gu Fan's body began to burn, and the scorching cold aura became colder and colder.

The temperature in the surrounding air plummeted several levels again, and the white mist turned into a layer of silver-blue mist, and the frozen earth suddenly became as hard as the 10,000-year-old ice of the extreme north when it came into contact with this layer of cold winter.

God Gold.

As Gu Fan continued to exert his strength, he completely improved the ability of the Hell Bloodline regarding the "Extreme Winter Cold" to the extreme, reaching the level of divine gold.

The extremely cold silver-blue ice mist, even if it is a "Legendary Mithril" level awakened person, will cause the body cells to die immediately if they are touched.

Vague.

The space around Gu Fan seemed to have formed a world of frost.

The Shadow Touch Wu Ze and the others looked at it from afar, although they were separated by a distance of more than ten miles, they still felt the cold that seemed to come from the far north, the battle center could no longer be observed with the naked eye, and everything was covered by silver and mist.

"Is that something like absolute zero??"

07 The fog was shocked, I didn't expect my boss Gu Fan to be so terrifying when he got serious, and the characters at that level could no longer be described by humans.

Wu Ze shook his head: "I don't know, even if I use the consciousness ability of my heart eye to probe forward a little, I will feel the coldness like a knife." ”

Gu Fan had said before that this level of battle was no longer something for them to interfere in.

With just this hand, he has already discouraged everyone, although there is only one step difference between Mithril and Divine Gold, but this small step is already a world of difference.

The other side.

At the heart of the battle, the situation has been controlled by Gu Fan.

The absolutely eerie and cold winter aura wafted through the audience, sealing all the paths of the perfect creatures, and if they continued, they could only be frozen into ice sculptures.

Syllable.

A snap of the fingers came.

Hundreds of ice spikes shattered in the cold mist, turning into countless fine silver blades, three hundred and sixty degrees in all directions, without any dead ends, shooting towards an existence in the cold mist.

Whoosh.

The sound of breaking the sky was endless, and in the absolutely cold environment, it seemed that even the air had become cold, but even then there was a piercing cracking sound, driving the silver-blue mist to trap the enemy completely.

"Sing the Great Wind!!"

Suddenly, in the cold mist, there was a long, gentle sound.

Faintly, a hermit with an immortal wind bone waved his long sleeves, bringing up the surrounding wind and silver-blue extremely cold mist, forming a tornado like a whirlwind of clouds, and countless fine silver blades were swept into it and exploded one after another, turning into ice-blue debris in the sky.

What is that?

Road?

Is there an unknown hermit in Taoism?

In the genes of human beings, this kind of content is still written, and there seems to be a glimpse of the vicissitudes of the world in the thick fog, and the hermit of the fairy wind and bones can roll up the war on the plain with a wave of his sleeves, as if he can guide the king in a few words, and the apprentice who is trained a little can become the prime minister of a country and assist the sage king.

Isn't that mysterious?

Gu Fan suddenly had some hallucinations in his mind.

Just like Zhuge Wolong, who was once looked at the thatched house three times during the Three Kingdoms period, and even the legendary Mr. Guigu, who was born in the deep mountains, was full of knowledge, and the wars subsided everywhere he went.

The wind is light and the clouds are light.

The tornado storm had blown away the cold winter fog, but the perfect creature's body had frozen a layer of ice, and the surface of its skin and flesh and blood were all signs of freezing to death.

But in the next second, a layer of scorching blood qi volatilized.

The aura of the perfect creature changed again, from a hidden monk in the deep mountains to an ascetic martial artist with extreme blood.

The cold wind was howling, and the biting chill was cold into the spinal cord, but there were still warriors who practiced in the ice and snow, and volatilized their own violent hot qi and blood with one punch and kick......

Gu Fan had a similar feeling at this time.

He felt that the perfect creature relied on the volatilization of qi and blood, and it completely resisted the surrounding winter extreme cold, and the flesh and blood of his whole body erupted into bursts of scorching qi, and the strong aura of the peak martial artist came to his face.

It's coming!!

It was ready to counterattack.

Gu Fan's eyes suddenly froze, the battle situation changed dramatically, he was still in an absolute advantage one moment, and the next second the enemy had already defused the attack, and temporarily made a perfect counterattack posture.

Boom.

The earth shattered.

The soles of the warrior's feet crushed the mountain peaks, and even the soil frozen by the cold of winter actually stepped out of the cracks of the Dao Dao like spider webs.

He himself was more like a running cannonball, with a rich and incomparably strong wave of qi and blood, roaring towards Gu Fan's original body, the strong wind generated by his fist roared, and the cold aura around him was squeezed and burst by the fist wind, leaving only the hot wind as hot as fire.