Until he returned to his cabin, Zhuang Wudao was in a daze. He didn't notice the strange look in Sikong Hong's eyes or Beitang Wan'er calling him next to him.
I sat there blankly in the room until midnight, frowning. I completely forgot about my daily meditation, and just kept thinking about the battle between demon cultivators I saw before.
"What did the sword master realize from the white-backed monster ape? But it has something to do with the big monument-smasher? Yun'er just felt the meaning in the sword master -"
Zhuang Wudao still looked confused and looked at his hands.
Intention, fist intention——
He did realize something, but he couldn't describe it or describe it. He couldn't fully grasp it either, it was vague and seemed to be covered by a veil.
I recalled the white ape's movements in my mind, but I also thought about the eight-position grand slam. A vague picture emerged in my mind.
Unfortunately, it is always changing and never fully formed.
Zhuang Wudao suddenly felt something in his heart. He stood up suddenly and walked to the desk. From the newly purchased Small Universe Ring, he took out a talisman pen and a piece of apricot-yellow talisman paper.
Then he started sketching on the talisman paper with his pen.
Recently, he has often practiced writing talismans. He is far from being able to write as easily as Huangfu Di did when writing talismans. However, he has mastered all kinds of calligraphy techniques.
Gradually, a picture that looks like a man and an ape gradually takes shape. A big hand collapses, and the mountains and rivers are shattered!
At this time, behind Zhuang Wudao, a huge monster image also appeared. It was shaped like a human and an ape, with blood-colored hair all over its body. It was about three feet tall, wearing a purple and gold battle armor, with its hands at knee level and loose.
His body was drooping down to his side. His purple eyes were filled with light, and a ferocious aura that resembled an ancient ferocious beast spread out in the room.
Zhuang Wudao didn't realize it at all, but just when his pen fell on the eyes on the talisman paper, the talisman pen in his hand broke into pieces with a 'collapse' sound. The force of the explosion actually caused it to break into pieces.
Zhuang Wudao's magnetic energy left a trace of blood on his hands.
The talisman paper on the table shattered and disappeared without warning. Even the desk table below was unavoidable, with deep cracks appearing.
The phantom of the blood ape behind Zhuang Wudao also collapsed in an instant.
Zhuang Wudao's eyes were full of annoyance. He was almost able to draw the image that flashed in his mind from time to time. The talisman paper fell apart, but all his previous efforts were in vain.
"How could this be? Is there nothing we can do?"
He clenched his fist in distress, and when he touched the injury on his hand, Zhuang Wudao suddenly came to his senses.
"Yes, I heard that the higher the level of Taoist scriptures, the more good paper is needed to carry them. The same is true for talisman paper. For Taoist scriptures of second level and above, it is impossible to draw on this apricot paper.
come out."
Could it be that the talisman paper just now couldn't bear the picture he drew?
Zhuang Wudao looked around and considered the various hidden items in his Small Universe Ring. He found that he had no ready-made materials in his hands.
but--
Zhuang Wudao raised his head and looked at the wall in front of him. The entire ship was made of third-level animal bones, and it was thought to be strong enough.
As for the talisman pen and spiritual ink——
Zhuang Wudao walked to a blank wall, dipped his hands in his own blood, and began to draw on the wall.
This time, he was more experienced and more skillful than the last time. Using blood as ink, he had already sketched out the general image of the bloody giant ape in just a few sketches. Still a palm burst out, and underneath his body was
It is a scene of broken mountains.
But this time, the bloody giant ape that took shape behind Zhuang Wudao was more realistic and more bloody.
He is still fierce and brutal, with an unruly demeanor, but he is even better.
The arrogance that dominates the world, the unrivaled domineering, and the vicissitudes of life after many tribulations, several completely different temperaments are integrated into one body.
boom!
There were continuous explosions, and the objects made of fine sandalwood in the entire cabin were shattered one after another.
Zhuang Wudao didn't pay attention at all, and he didn't notice it at all, with a fanatical luster in his eyes. He continued to add one stroke after another on the wall.
As the picture of the bloody ape became more and more charming, Zhuang Wudao felt that the image in his mind became more and more clear.
But he never noticed that the phantom of the blood ape behind him became more and more real. Gradually, the blood ape actually had an expression. The purple-gold eyes were full of unwillingness, resentment, bloodthirsty, despair, determination, and...
Unending fighting spirit!
Until in front of Zhuang Wudao, the bone wall was shattered piece by piece, turning into thousands of fragments, splattering in all directions.
It is strange to say that as long as the blood of Zhuang Wudao flows through, it can be safe. Zhuang Wudao still forgets himself and continues to paint stroke by stroke.
His eyes were gradually filled with a rich blood red color. His expression was actually similar to that of the blood ape behind him.
The Qingyun Sword behind him became increasingly hot, as if it was about to roast his back.
Zhuang Wudao couldn't feel it. In his mind, there was only the image of the blood ape. There was a faint voice of the girl's anxious calling in his mind, but Zhuang Wudao felt extremely irritated and wished he could use the Qingyun Sword behind him.
, shake it off hard.
Until next to my ears, another cold shout came.
"Stop! The treasure ship is precious. Even though you are a true disciple, you cannot destroy it easily. This is a serious crime! You have just joined the sect and have no good deeds. If someone makes trouble, I, the whole Xuanling Mountain, will not be able to save you -"
The blood and light in Zhuang Wudao's eyes changed, and in the haze, he saw only a figure standing at the door. With an angry look on his face, he swept over with a whisk in his hand.
Without even thinking about it, Zhuang Wudao swung out the 'Big Falling Monument' with his palm. The fly whisk dispersed in an instant, and the figure in front of him was directly knocked away.
Zhuang Wudao also vomited a mouthful of blood. A violent killing intent filled his mind. But just when he was about to take a step forward and continued to pursue him relentlessly, his footsteps suddenly stopped.
After a pause, the veins on his forehead popped out, and his eyes showed a look of struggle.
His eyes finally left the blood ape painting that was nearly 90% completed, and Zhuang Wudao's mind finally regained some clarity. However, the influence of the blood ape still lingered in his mind.
His entire body seemed to no longer belong to him. He had completely lost control and was controlled by another thought that did not belong to him.
It was different from the first time when Yun'er took away his body. The strands of cold and violent thoughts not only controlled his limbs, but also invaded his soul, constantly expanding, eroding and assimilating.
his consciousness.
His whole body seemed to be burning with invisible flames, but he was actually becoming more and more domineering, and his demeanor became more and more wild and ferocious.
At the same time, on the first deck of the flying treasure ship, Sikong Hong also frowned slightly, showing a hint of deep shock.
"——This is the fist intention? The breath of the divine beast, and it's on this treasure ship. Who is it?"
There are many forbidden formations in the flying treasure ship. Even he, Sikong Hong, cannot spread his spiritual thoughts to every corner and know everything on the ship. However, in Sikong Hong's mind, he subconsciously flashed what Zhuang Wudao had said before.
Wu Wu understood the scene when he stepped off the cabin. The abnormality that just appeared under the cabin was also near the cabin where Zhuang Wudao was.
Could it be him?
Sikong Hong's eyes moved slightly, he just closed his eyes for a moment, and then disappeared in a flash. When he reappeared, it was a messy room.
Almost all the furniture and objects in the room were broken and cracked, and not a single one was intact. But Zhuang Wudao was standing next to that wall, with a ferocious and violent look on his face, hinting at a struggle.
The foundation-building disciple who had come over to investigate the abnormality here was now leaning on the wall, his eyes closed tightly, unaware of what was going on, and his expression seemed to be in extreme pain.
Outside the door, there were several new and competitive disciples who were poking their heads inside, peeping at Zhuang Wudao's situation.
Sikong Hong didn't pay attention to the outside of the cabin door, and looked at Zhuang Wudao carefully. Then his eyes were fixed on Zhuang Wudao's back, and he almost lost his mind.
It was a bloody shadow nearly three feet tall, with an image that resembled a human and an ape. At this time, his eyes were crazy and cold, looking this way. He seemed to be looking down at the ants with contempt, and with a murderous intent.
Ordinary people may not be able to see it, but they cannot escape Sikong Hong's spiritual eyes. And Sikong Hong also murmured unconsciously.
Suddenly waking up, Sikong Hong suddenly flicked his sleeves. Nine cyan flying swords immediately swarmed out and arrived outside the cabin door.
The cold sword light and the invisible sword energy blocked all roads near this cabin.
Sikong Hong's eyes also moved to the young man in green linen robes in front of him. His eyes were still struggling, his body was trembling, and he was possessed by a fighting spirit of this level, but he still hadn't lost his mind.
An inexplicable smile flashed across the corner of Sikong Hong's lips, and then he took a step forward: "Zhuang Wudao, resisting the law and not obeying the law, wounding a fellow disciple is already a capital crime. Do you still dare to kill someone?"
Just one sentence caused all of Zhuang Wudao's reason to collapse. Especially the last two words, Zhuang Wudao's eyes were once again covered with a fierce red light. Without hesitation, he suddenly moved forward. His body flashed.
It moves like a spiritual ape, light and unexpected. A palm print implies the potential of landslides and ground cracking.
The hand that smashed the monument collapsed and the mountain collapsed!
The shadow of the bloody ape behind him seemed to merge with Zhuang Wudao's figure at this moment. Zhuang Wudao's skin was dyed with a layer of blood.
Could this be - blood ape transformation?
Sikong Hong's pupils shrank slightly, and the look of surprise in his eyes became more intense. Joy from the bottom of his heart also filled his eyes.
That palm strike came, but Sikong Hong did not dodge or dodge, allowing Zhuang Wudao to hit his chest with the "Collapse Mountain Style".
Suddenly, the air wave expanded. Although Sikong Hong still stood still, the protective force around his body almost manifested itself, rising and shrinking three times, rippling and trembling in waves, before all the force of the palm that smashed the monument was completely resolved.
The huge force of the counter-shock directly impacted Zhuang Wudao's figure and continued to roll and fly backwards.
When he finally fell, his face was also golden and purple, and he was unconscious again.