Just as Zhao Xingzhou tried every means to search for the traces of Zuo Zhicheng and Yan Mo Shengzi.

A day later, Zuo Zhicheng had already taken the Holy Son of Yanmo to leave the Naruta Mountains and headed towards the Huangquan Demon Palace in the northwest. He saw his body sliding across the sand like a breeze, and his whole body rushed forward like a shadow.

During the avalanche, he not only took away the Holy Son of Yanmo, but also saved Qing Yueyang and reached an agreement with the other party.

Now he took the Holy Son of Yanmo to the Huangquan Demon Palace to confirm the existence of the treasure of the Hell Gate. Qing Yueyang gave him cover, delayed the time, and took care of Xu Hongfei and A Yue, and finally returned to Haijing with the people from the Shadow Corps.

This time, Zuo Zhicheng didn't have to take care of Xu Hongfei and A Yue's speed, but just carried Yan Mo's Holy Son, and his speed suddenly increased. He ran around, both explosive and endurance were amazing.

The Holy Son of Yama on his back had his limbs hanging down, like a living dead man, but his eyes could still turn and his mouth could speak. However, his spine was broken, and there was nothing below his right elbow, which was obviously weak to the lowest point in history.

However, seeing Zuo Zhicheng's actions, he still asked: "You are planning to run all the way to the Huangquan Demon Palace like this?"

"This is the case for the time being before you find a new transportation tool." Zuo Zhicheng asked.

"I have been thinking about the method of your last force to transform and instantly explode. Now it seems..." A hint of contemplation appeared in the eyes of the Holy Son of Yanmo. It seemed that exploring martial arts is still his greatest interest.

"After that your physical strength was not obviously exhausted, and the injuries you suffered were far less severe than I thought. It seems that it was not your physical outbreak, but that you were already huge. You usually looked like you compressed your body shape, reducing consumption and disguised appearance."

Yan Mo Shengzi analyzed it with erudition. He seemed to have no concern at all about his current state of being a prisoner: "However, in terms of martial arts, unless you practice the weak, even the most powerful magical skill is, it is absolutely impossible to shrink your bones. Even if it is the bone shrinkage skill, it is just staggering the joints to reduce your body shape.

So your secret technique can only be a Taoist technique. You have a life cluster that can shrink bones and adjust the structure of your body."

Zuo Zhicheng unexpectedly glanced at the Holy Son of Yanmo. The other party's martial arts experience and vision were indeed terrible. In fact, it is not impossible to be terrible. As a genius who may not have one for a hundred years, he has entered the realm of virtual practice, his comprehension, learning ability, martial arts experience and realm are naturally very terrifying.

So this is also a very valuable person. After all, the world is currently known to be a master of practice. You can count all your hands. How precious is the martial arts experience and vision of the Holy Son of Yanmo? You can predict from here.

Seeing Zuo Zhicheng look back at him, the Holy Son of Yanmo hurriedly asked, "How is it? Is what I said right?"

Zuo Zhicheng nodded: "Although it is not exactly the same, but the theory is almost like this."

"Wait, I know, your original body shape is not a giant. You grew up and then shrank. Hahaha, so that's it. So that's it. This secret technique combines the power of Taoism and martial arts. It's simply ingenious, but if you go against the will of heaven, you must know the structure of your body as if you are just a little mistake, otherwise you will be disabled for life and lose all your martial arts. You will die suddenly.

You are not dead yet? By the way, what is the name of this secret technique? Why have I never heard of it? Who created it?"

Zuo Zhicheng said lightly: "This secret technique is called the Gods and Demons' Shock Changes. As for the person who created this secret technique, how do you know it's not me?"

The Holy Son of Yanmo sneered: "Zuo Zhicheng, although you beat me, you are just a boxer in the final analysis. No matter how good you use it or how well you react, martial arts are just a tool in your hands. I can't see any enthusiasm for martial arts. If you give me half a month to consolidate the realm of practice, breathe spiritual energy, wash marrow and change tendons, and improve your body, you will definitely not be my opponent."

Zuo Zhicheng did not argue, but said, "The person who created this martial arts is called Prometheus."

"Pu...Pu...Ro...Mi...Xu...Xu...Xu?" The Holy Son of Yama said with some difficulty: "He turned out to be a foreigner? I didn't expect that there were such masters in the Western continent. I had met their witch hunters and knights, but I didn't seem to have such insights."

At the end of the story, the voice of the Holy Son of Yanmo suddenly lowered: "Zuo Zhicheng, why didn't you kill me?"

Zuo Zhicheng said: "Your memory, experience and vision are valuable. It is a waste to kill you before you fully dig your value."

"Haha, then you should know that with my qualifications and character, and my experience in practicing emptiness, as long as I give me time, I will one day enter emptiness again. At that time, this injury on my body is nothing. I will only be stronger than before. Aren't you afraid?"

"If you really step into practice with the Void again, if you are not afraid of death, you can challenge me again. However, the true meaning of martial arts has been reversed, and it is not that easy for you to step into practice with the Void again."

When Zuo Zhicheng finished saying this, a group of horse thieves rushed over with shouts, as if they were interested in Zuo Zhicheng. Zuo Zhicheng glanced coldly and said, "Someone has sent the horse."

Then the two of them met each other, and soon after, a shrill scream rang out on the Gobi Desert.

...

Five days later, the two of them traveled a long distance and finally arrived at the foot of the Huangquan Demon Palace. Zuo Zhicheng followed the instructions of the Holy Son of Yanmo and walked towards a cliff. At this time, the Holy Son of Yanmo was still behind Zuo Zhicheng, with a blood-colored face, and looked like he had been seriously ill.

Now his martial arts realm has regressed to the human form, and his lumbar spine was interrupted by Zuo Zhicheng and his right hand was cut off. If the fight starts, he may not even be the opponent of Qing Yueyang.

Zuo Zhicheng said: "I asked again last time, are you sure you remember correctly?" The so-called mistake is naturally to ask whether the Holy Son of Yanmo has lie.

The Holy Son of Yanmo said lightly: "I want to survive and want to step into the peak of martial arts again. In front of this, what does all love, hate, and love count? Only humble lives can sacrifice myself at will. The road to seeking the Tao is so difficult, how could I waste my extra energy on the scenery on the roadside?

As long as people live, there are endless opportunities. Do you think I will give up the opportunity to reach the peak again for a little wealth and hatred?

The following things are meaningless to me, so you can handle them."

Zuo Zhicheng's eyes flashed slightly, and he crawled along the cliff with the Saint Son of Yanmo on his back. The deeper he went, the more severe the fog around him. He was gradually covered by a thick layer of thick fog, and he could no longer see his shadow from above.

Although Zuo Zhicheng was careful along the way, the Holy Son of Yanmo did not hide or retain anything as he said.
Chapter completed!