If Li Yu's treatment hadn't been so outrageous, Fang La would have burned himself to death at this time.
After all, monks are human beings. Their bodies are stronger than ordinary people, but they also have their limits.
When you are ejecting spiritual power, your body must also bear the explosion of these spiritual powers, because the spiritual power is ejected from your body.
The reason why a powerful technique is powerful lies in how it can inflict maximum damage with spiritual power while keeping the impact within the range that one can deliberately bear.
Because of Li Yu's presence, Fang La could ignore these and pour all his spiritual power into this punch.
As a god, Emperor Zhenwu must have good defensive methods. If two people attack him together, it will be like two wooden sticks stabbing him. There may be damage, but it will not be fatal, and his counterattack will not be easy.
It's better to use your strength on a wooden stick to pierce his defense more easily.
Li Yu felt the power of this punch. It was estimated that not many people present could hold on, so he directly moved everyone to Fengyue Baojian to avoid being crushed to death by the corners of Fang La's punch.
Although he had been blessing Fang La, his eyes were always observing the surroundings, calculating the overall situation in his heart. Including potential enemies, whether other enemies would come, whether greater danger would break out in the underground palace, Li Yu did not hesitate for a moment.
Dare to relax.
Because of this, he was able to take care of everyone present and avoid fearless casualties.
This is also the consciousness of a gold medal auxiliary. Blind treatment cannot be called a gold medal auxiliary. In fact, his role is likely to be much more important than the previous thugs.
There is no doubt that Li Yu is more suitable for this. In fact, in terms of fighting alone, he is not weak at all, but assisting from behind will only play a greater role.
Mr. Ji entered Fengyue Baojian, patted his chest and said: "It's so dangerous, so dangerous. If brother Li Yu hadn't accepted us in, this punch would have been terrible."
Everyone in the Ming Cult was so anxious that they had no time to talk to him and were all restless.
The appearance of Emperor Zhenwu exceeded their imagination. Although everyone has been talking about declaring war on heaven, for thousands of years, mortals' admiration and imagination of gods still made it difficult for them to overcome the psychological barrier.
This is why Fang La is the Ming King and Li Yu is the liaison envoy of the human race. There has never been a shortage of amazing and talented mortals throughout the ages. How many people dare to take action against the sky?
Emperor Zhenwu looked at the two people in front of him, and he no longer had the confidence he had at the beginning.
He was afraid.
Perhaps from the moment he became a god and emperor of heaven, he never thought that one day he would be afraid of mortals.
What is a mortal?
Generation after generation, they prostrate themselves on the ground, as if they were kneeling before themselves.
They humble themselves as dust and pray for their own protection.
Even if he is as powerful as the Human Emperor, he must bow his head to the sky.
But when someone actually punched him like this, Emperor Zhenwu was afraid.
His arrogant self-confidence collapsed at this moment.
He didn't even know the details of this person, he only knew that he was a mortal, just a mortal.
Fang La is indeed a mortal.
He was born into a poor peasant family and had no ancestors or monks;
He came from scratch and learned a skill in the Tianzi Tower where countless masters were trapped;
He founded Mingjiao on his own without the support of any sect;
In contrast, Li Yu inherited the mantle of Taiping Road, with Zhang Chengfeng as the guide and the Taiping Qing Secretary who selected him, while Fang La had nothing.
His fist was now the second sun on the earth, and his whole body was bathed in flames, with his hair and beard standing straight up, and his eyes wide with anger, like a god of fire.
Emperor Zhenwu was a little panicked. He first withdrew part of his spiritual power and tried to defend himself.
As a result, his attack lost its threat. Thinking of this, he wanted to strike with all his strength and completely annihilate the mortal in front of him.
When he was hesitant, Fang La seized this opportunity. Emperor Zhenwu's vacillation left him with loopholes on both offense and defense.
Fang La, who had been preparing for a long time, punched out with a single punch. There were no unnecessary moves, no flashes of brilliance, and not even a low roar.
Fang La punched out very freely, and all the emotions in his heart calmed down with the punch.
In his ears, he even heard the chirping of birds and the chirping of cicadas, smelled the blooming flowers, and all the beauty in the world was before his eyes.
In just an instant, Fang La's whole temperament suddenly changed after he punched him.
Prince Ming, who was overtly domineering, was full of power and restraint. He even wiped his forehead, like a farmer after finishing his farm work.
He looks more like an old man, a farmer resting in the shade under the trees in the fields.
Li Yu looked at Emperor Zhenwu. After receiving the punch, his eyes were a little confused.
He lowered his head and looked at his chest. There was a hole the size of a fist, bleeding profusely.
The tall body did not fall down, but the look in his eyes slowly disappeared.
His blood flowed to the ground, and the soil began to boil, becoming like lava, emitting scorching heat waves.
Boom boom!
Emperor Zhenwu's body slowly turned into magma, more and more.
Li Yu took Fang La, who was exhausted, and used a ladder to retreat dozens of miles.
I saw that the body kept turning into magma, and then wherever it flowed, it made a huge roar.
There was lightning and thunder, wind and rain, and the whole world fell into endless darkness.
After about half a day, the dark clouds dispersed, the rain stopped, and a high mountain rose from the ground where Emperor Zhenwu died in battle.
Li Yu supported Fang La and looked at Chongshan in the distance. They were all a little surprised.
"He came from the mortal world, and now he has returned to us the sacrifices of mortals for thousands of years." Li Yu said.
Fang La didn't speak. He quietly looked at the mountains that had become after Emperor Zhenwu's death. This time, he benefited a lot from the process of killing gods.
His state of mind also changed drastically with these three punches.
This battle is worth hundreds of years of hard training.
Seeing that Fang La didn't speak or move for a long time, Li Yu was a little worried.
Could it be that he used too much force and knocked himself unconscious?
Li Yu quickly investigated and found that everything was normal in Fang La.
He couldn't help turning his head and asked with concern: "What's wrong?"
"I'm thinking about something."
Fang La turned around, looked at Li Yu, and said: "If we succeed this time, in the praises of countless mortals and the compliments of disciples and disciples, there will always be a slight change in my heart. These emotions will last forever, will they become
Arrogant and conceited?
Arrogance and conceit are like the mallet in the hand of a mason. Will it hammer us into clay statues of Bodhisattvas in temples and become ‘gods’ bit by bit?”
