After all, Yuan Futu is not a demon, nor is he a strong body refiner. His body does not have any innate advantages and is as fragile as tissue paper.
The reason why the great demons in the past could practice the "Demon Code" was because their bodies had been extremely strong since they were born, and the pain they could endure was much stronger than that of mortals.
Yuan Futu is asking for trouble now. If he were an ordinary person, he would faint in an instant, but he knew that this was the most critical moment. If he gave up, the consequences would not only be as simple as the failure of body tempering.
It is very likely that there will be unimaginable sequelae.
Peng!
A ball of orange-red flames burned on Yuan Futu's body, seemingly completely changing his weak constitution as a mortal, but on the contrary, it also paid the price of extreme pain.
Tsk!
Cracks began to appear on his skin, and the tendons could be clearly seen inside. Blood flowed out, then evaporated into the demonic flames, and finally reintegrated into his body.
The heartbreaking roar lasted for almost half an hour. Yun Mengxuan didn't know what Yuan Futu was doing, but she was afraid that entering rashly would disturb his practice, so she remained hesitant.
When the roar suddenly disappeared, she stood at the entrance in silence for a moment, and then walked in.
Whoops!
A stream of hot air hit her face, making Yun Mengxuan frown deeply. She had never seen such power before. The whole room was shrouded in an orange-red light mist, which looked extremely monstrous, but Yuan Futu was at this moment.
Kneeling in the center of the room, with his head raised, his mouth opened in a strange arc, as if it had been dislocated, and the pupils were no longer visible in his open eyes.
"He has lost consciousness, but he still relies on his will to support this body... What on earth is he doing?"
Yun Mengxuan also couldn't figure out what kind of exercises could lead to such self-harm. She carefully helped Yuan Futu down, but suddenly she saw that the large and small wounds on his body were slowly healing.
"Huh?"
The wound healing speed was not too fast, but it could be seen with the naked eye that the cracked skin and flesh were growing rapidly under the action of the orange-red demonic power. It didn't take long for all the injuries to recover as before, without even a scar.
Leave.
Yun Mengxuan whispered: "Perhaps... he can really help me regain my dominance."
…
I don't know how long it took before the scattered consciousness gathered bit by bit. Yuan Futu gradually regained his consciousness and opened his heavy eyelids with difficulty.
He found that he was still lying in an independent space, but the translucent wall had already turned into a blue world.
"Sea?!"
Yuan Futu's heart trembled, and then he walked out of the independent space and found that Yun Mengxuan was sitting on the bow of the boat, and the Ark was moving smoothly and quickly in the sea.
"You finally woke up." Yun Mengxuan said calmly while bathing in the sea breeze.
Yuan Futu touched his head and felt that he was not yet fully awake, so he asked: "How long have I been asleep?"
"Almost a month."
"One month! How could it be so long? So much time was wasted." Yuan Futu said regretfully.
Yun Mengxuan said: "Although I don't know what kind of Kung Fu book you are practicing, but your situation is obviously unbearable, so I advise you to stop it in moderation and don't go too far."
Yuan Futu shook his head firmly, "Just get through it, otherwise I don't know how long it will take to become strong enough."
"It has been half a month since we entered the sea, and the Ark has been falling into the sea since then." Yun Mengxuan did this to avoid the target being too big and being discovered by sea bandits.
Yuan Futu asked curiously: "Where is your Purple Butterfly Garden? Are you the only one there?"
Yun Mengxuan's expression changed slightly, and she changed the topic and said, "It seems that I haven't asked you yet. Since the identity of the direct disciple of the Neptune Island Master is false, where did you come from?"
"I am a disciple of the Sword Sect." Yuan Futu didn't bother to say that he was the master of the Sword Sect. There was a high chance that the other party would not believe that a practitioner of his level would be allowed to become the master.
"The Sword Sect is quite famous."
Yuan Futu smiled bitterly. With the name of Two Sects and One Mountain Temple, it can only be famous far and wide.
However, at this moment, an extremely domineering aura came towards him.
"An enemy is coming!" Yun Mengxuan stood up and stared ahead like a torch. She saw that the sea area that was originally as flat as a mirror suddenly exploded. A handful of yellow-orange-orange weapons rushed out of the waves more than ten feet high.
Giant hammer.
Yuan Futu narrowed his eyes and sneered: "A low-grade god-level spiritual treasure seems to be engraved with an earth magic circle. It must be very powerful."
"You know a lot about battle tactics." Yun Mengxuan snorted and was about to take action, but was stopped by Yuan Futu.
"You have lost Purple Butterfly Ten Thousand Weights, and you no longer have the spiritual treasure in hand. It is better for me to go and meet him." Yuan Futu shrugged his shoulders and rushed into the void impatiently.
Yun Mengxuan's face was as dark as water, she took two steps back and watched the battle calmly.
Yuan Futu was suspended above the sea, watching the giant hammer coming towards him. He pointed it like a sword and struck forward fiercely. The earth's essence contained in it suddenly turned into a circular air flow, and under the violent collision
Then it suddenly collapsed.
The yellow hammer retreated quickly and fell into the hands of a burly man. He had an extremely fierce Chinese character face, wore scale armor, and had a chain as thick as a bowl tied around his waist.
"Who are you?" Yuan Futu asked.
The man said: "This is the sea area of Longming Cave, please leave quickly, otherwise we will not kill you!"
"Longming Cave Mansion?" Yuan Futu looked back at Yun Mengxuan.
Yun Mengxuan said: "I have expected this to happen a long time ago. There are tens of thousands of casual cultivators living in the vast sea. They build caves in the sea and occupy the land as kings. They attach great importance to their own territory.
But if we want to reach the secret place under the sea, we must overcome obstacles."
Yuan Futu understood clearly and said: "So that's the case, then we can only kill without mercy."
The strong man's eyes flashed sharply, he gripped the giant hammer tightly and smashed it down, shouting: "The five mountains are overwhelming!"
The void was filled with deep wrinkles following that hammer. The opponent's earth-based martial arts books were quite proficient. Coupled with this low-grade god-level spiritual treasure, the power of the hammer was somewhat like a mysterious heavy sword.
, at least millions of kilograms.
Yuan Futu took a deep breath, but did not pull out the Zhuhuang Sword. Instead, he circulated the golden elixir and developed new powers.