The old farmer looked at Zhou Fan who had melted into a pool of flesh and blood, and he laughed wildly.

But the flesh and blood soon began to reshape, and Zhou Fan changed back to his original appearance, and the old farmer's laughter came to an abrupt end.

"After all, you are just a farmer in the countryside. You don't understand how terrible this world is. You think you are very strong, but in fact you are pitifully weak." Zhou Fan walked slowly towards the old farmer.

"This is impossible." The old farmer exclaimed in a flash, and he punched Zhou Fan one by one.

Huge energy spread from the fist, knocking the entire city into dust.

But the terrifying damage brought by the fist could not affect Zhou Fan, so he slowly walked towards the old farmer step by step.

The old farmer swung his fist, and his eyes were filled with horror, looking at Zhou Fan who walked in like a phantom.

He stopped and gasped, thinking it was illusory, otherwise such a situation would not have happened.

"It's really strange. You don't look like a human or a weird person." Zhou Fan stretched out his hand and placed it on the old farmer's head.

The old farmer tried to block the fist, and his fist penetrated Zhou Fan's arm. Is it fake?

Zhou Fan's palm pressed on the old farmer's forehead, and true energy surged out.

The old farmer's head exploded, and he became a headless corpse. The headless corpse staggered and retreated, and his head soon grew out again.

Zhou Fan said curiously: "Do you still have such strong self-healing ability?"

The old farmer did not answer, and his blood swept through him and disappeared from where he was.

He was able to move Zhou Fan in because he had the ability to move and could move himself away. This was also a reliance for him to stay here.

However, he soon fell to the spot again, looking at Zhou Fan in shock, his movement failed.

Zhou Fan was surrounded by a dark sad knife. His law of heart prohibited the old farmer from moving. Of course, in order to avoid surpassing the boundaries, he set a ban on the old farmer's moving.

"I said, you are just a country bumpkin and don't understand how terrible this world is." Zhou Fan pulled out the Xingshuang Knife: "If I don't let you go, you can't go."

The old farmer's face twisted and roared wildly, and the bloody cloak suddenly tightened. He punched out, and the fist light exploded, and even the space was faintly twisted.

But Zhou Fan stood in front of him safely, slashed him with a knife, and divided the old farmer into two halves.

Countless blood flowed out from the old farmer's separated body. His body quickly closed again. He quickly retreated. He wanted to escape from here and escape from this man who had no effect on any attack.

The old farmer's speed of running wildly has reached the teleportation level, which is frighteningly fast.

Zhou Fan could follow him like a shadow, slashing him with one knife and another. The gray sword light cut his body open, but it healed quickly.

The old farmer turned around and punched him from time to time. He smashed the mountains and steamed the lake, but he couldn't hurt Zhou Fan.

He finally gave up the counterattack and just yelled: "You can't kill me, what's the point of following me?"

Zhou Fan swung his sword, and countless sword lights passed by, cutting the old farmer's body into dozens of fast speeds.

The old farmer's body healed again, and the same was true for his bloody clothes.

Zhou Fan narrowed his eyes slightly, and he knew that it might be the bloody clothes on the old farmer's body that caused this situation.

"You said it's meaningless to do this, but your knowledge is too shallow." Zhou Fan said: "There is nothing in the world that is immortal, at least you are not, otherwise why should you keep running like this?"

"If you kill too much, you will die!"

The old farmer Ai Yan looked at Zhou Fan. Zhou Fan touched the fear in his heart. His power was indeed losing, and he didn't know how long he could last.

"I will kill you even if I die!" The old farmer stopped and killed Zhou Fan.

He was crazy and fought with Zhou Fan, but his attacks hit the air, but Zhou Fan's knife kept slashing at him.

Huge cracks appeared on the ground, and the ground was constantly sunk, and the mountains and rocks were broken into gravel, forming huge stone pits.

All this was almost caused by the old farmer, and the stone pit became deeper and deeper, as if it would be penetrated by the center of the earth.

Zhou Fan's knife became faster and faster, and the old farmer's body was constantly split and reorganized. His body gradually became haggard. In the end, when he was broken into dozens of fast, he could no longer be reorganized.

Zhou Fan stopped the knife and just looked at the stone pit stained with blood. The blood all came from the old farmer.

The old farmer, who had broken into dozens of yuan, had his eyes raised, and he looked at Zhou Fan with resentment, and blood kept splashing out from his broken body.

"You are such a monster." Zhou Fan said.

You're a monster!

This was what the old farmer wanted to say, but he could no longer say it. His consciousness was dissipating. The blood-clothing fragments left the old farmer's body like wriggling insects, and then they were put together into the blood-clothing.

The bright red clothes are eye-catching.

Zhou Fan looked at the bloody clothes and said lightly: "If I guessed correctly, you are the monster that can parasitize on people."

An ordinary old farmer suddenly became so powerful and terrible. If he had not entered the realm of the soul and Wang Zhigui wanted to become stronger, the old farmer would not have seen through his illusion, which would have been a fierce battle.

There are almost no one who can beat this old farmer in Hanbei.

When an ordinary person is parasitic, his strength suddenly becomes so terrible?

Such strength is probably comparable to that of a human monk.

But Zhou Fan had never seen the Blood Clothes before, this might be a new monster.

There are many new monsters in the signs of the great catastrophe, but this bloody clothes are too weird.

The blood-clothing had no response, it lay on the ground like a dead object.

Zhou Fan did not relax his vigilance. He was always on guard against the Blood Cloth, because he was not sure whether this Blood Cloth would see through his king's wicked thoughts.

He didn't dare to touch the bloody clothes easily. This bloody clothes could make the old farmer stronger, but it would also make the parasite's temperament change greatly and become different from humans.

This is a monster, and being parasitized by monsters is definitely a nightmare.

Zhou Fan's mind turned, and he slashed out with a knife, and the gray sword light slashed on the ground. There was a knife mark on the ground, and the blood clothes were divided into two halves, and the blood clothes quickly merged together again.

He slashed again, but the bloody clothes suddenly twisted into a ball, avoided the sword, and rushed towards him.

Zhou Fan just watched quietly. This was his phantom. If Bloody Clothes could not see through his illusion, it would not cause any harm to him.

The bloody clothes pounced on his phantom and suddenly unfolded, wrapping his phantom.

At this moment, Zhou Fan felt extremely bad in his heart. He immediately stopped the illusion and let the phantom disappear. At the same time, his true body appeared thousands of feet away. However, as soon as he landed on the ground, he found that the bright red bloody clothes had been covered with him and suddenly contracted.
Chapter completed!