Chapter 1682 Monster

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

It's just that the flesh and blood began to reshape soon, Zhou Fan changed back to his original appearance, and the old farmer's laughter stopped abruptly.

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

"It's impossible." The old peasant exclaimed, punching at Zhou Fan with punch after punch.

Huge energy raged from the fist, blasting the entire city to dust.

But the terrifying damage caused by that fist could not affect Zhou Fan, and he still walked slowly towards the old farmer.

The old farmer waved his fist, his eyes showed horror, and he looked at Zhou Fan who walked in like a phantom.

He stopped throwing his punches, gasping for breath, which he thought was illusory, otherwise it wouldn't have happened.

"It's really strange, you don't look like a human being, and you don't seem to be weird." Zhou Fan stretched out his palm and placed it on the old farmer's head.

The old farmer threw his fist and tried to block, his fist passed through Zhou Fan's arm, fake?

Zhou Fan's palm rested on the old farmer's forehead, and his true essence surged out.

The old farmer's head exploded, and he became a headless corpse. The headless corpse staggered backwards, and his head quickly grew out.

Zhou Fan asked curiously, "You still have such a strong self-healing ability?"

The old peasant didn't answer, the blood swept over him and disappeared in place.

He can move Zhou Fan in because he has the ability to move, and he can also move himself away, which is also a basis for him to stay here.

However, he quickly landed on the spot again, looking at Zhou Fan in amazement, his move failed.

Zhou Fan is surrounded by dark sad knives. The law of his heart prohibits the old peasant from moving. Of course, in order to avoid exceeding the limit, he set it to prohibit the old peasant from moving once.

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

The old farmer's face twisted and roared, and the blood-colored cloak suddenly tightened. He punched out, and the fist burst open, and even the space was faintly distorted.

It was just that Zhou Fan stood in front of him unharmed and slashed down with a knife, dividing the old farmer in half.

Countless blood gushed out from the two halves of the old farmer's separated body. His body quickly closed again, and he quickly retreated. He wanted to escape from here, from this man whose attack would be ineffective.

The speed of the old farmer's madness has reached the teleport level, which is frighteningly fast.

Zhou Fan was able to follow him like a shadow, slashing at him again and again, and the gray blade cut his body open, but it healed quickly.

From time to time, the old farmer turned his head and punched him. He smashed the mountain 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 waved his knife, and countless knife beams swept past, slicing the old farmer's body into dozens of pieces.

The old farmer's body healed again, and so did the blood robe on his body.

Zhou Fan's eyes narrowed slightly, he knew that the bloody clothes on the old farmer might have caused such a situation.

"You said it didn't make sense for me 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 do you keep running away like this?"

"If you cut more, you will always die!"

The old farmer looked at Zhou Fan in fear, and Zhou Fan said the fear in his heart. His strength was indeed constantly losing, and he didn't know how long he could support it.

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

He went crazy and fought with Zhou Fan, but his attacks were all in the air, but Zhou Fan's knife kept slashing at him.

Huge cracks appeared on the ground, and the ground continued to sag, and the rocky ground was broken into rubble, forming huge stone pits.

And all of this was caused by the old farmer alone.

Zhou Fan's knife was getting faster and faster, the old farmer's body was constantly being split and reorganized, his body gradually became withered, and finally when he was broken into dozens of pieces, he could no longer be reorganized.

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

The old peasant, who was broken into dozens of pieces, with bulging eyeballs, stared at Zhou Fan with resentment, and blood continued to splatter from his broken body.

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

You are such a monster!

This was what the old farmer wanted to say, but he couldn't say it anymore, his consciousness was dissipating, and the blood-clothed fragments, like wriggling worms, left the old farmer's body, and then assembled into the blood-suit.

The bright red clothes are eye-catching.

Zhou Fan looked at Xueyi, and he said lightly: "If I guessed correctly, you are the weird one who can parasitize people."

An ordinary old farmer suddenly became so powerful and terrifying. If he hadn't entered the Primordial Spirit Realm and Wang Zhiwei had become more powerful, the old farmer couldn't see through his illusion, and this would have been a fierce battle.

Hardly anyone in Hanbei Dao can win against this old farmer.

When an ordinary person is parasitized, his strength suddenly becomes so terrifying?

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

It's just that Zhou Fan has never seen the blood-clothed clothes before, so this may be a new weirdness.

There are many new and strange signs of the catastrophe, but this blood-clothing is too weird.

There was no response from the bloody suit, it was lying on the ground like a dead thing.

Zhou Fan didn't let his guard down. He was always on guard against the bloody clothes, because he wasn't sure whether the bloody clothes would see through his king's delusions.

He didn't dare to touch the blood clothes easily. This blood clothes can make the old farmer stronger, but it will also make the parasite's temperament change greatly and become less human.

This is weird, and being parasitized by weird bugs is definitely a nightmare.

Zhou Fan's mind turned, he slashed out with a knife, the gray blade slashed to the ground, there was a knife mark on the ground, and the blood clothes were also divided into two halves, and the blood clothes were quickly fused together.

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

Zhou Fan just watched quietly, this was just his phantom, if the blood-clothed clothes couldn't see through his illusion, it wouldn't do him any harm at all.

The blood cloak rushed to his phantom and suddenly unfolded, wrapping his phantom.

At this moment, Zhou Fan felt an extremely bad feeling in his heart. He immediately stopped the illusion and let the phantom disappear. At the same time, his real body appeared thousands of feet away, but as soon as he landed, he found that the bright red blood clothes had already been covered. On him, it suddenly shrank.

"Go away!" Zhou Fan shouted angrily, his true essence burst forth, and his true essence tore the blood robe, but the blood robe quickly healed, and the bright red blood robe as thin as a cicada's wings formed a huge circle, wrapping him up.