Sikong Hong was a little distracted, looking in front of him. Part of the protective power outside his body was actually 'burning' at this moment.
Astonishingly, the power outside his body was used as charcoal to ignite a red flame. Sikong Hong poured his true energy into it, but it was unable to extinguish it. Instead, the fire grew stronger.
After the blood ape transformation, is the sun-swallowing transformation?
Sikong Hong turned away with a finger, and the sword energy that emerged from the sword directly separated that part of the body's protective power from the main body.
Without its source and 'fuel', the red flame immediately lost its momentum and gradually extinguished.
Sikong Hong still frowned, with some pain on his face. After ten breaths, he gradually calmed down.
Zhuang Wudao's palm power is nothing. In the realm of Qi training, even if he practices the most advanced techniques and integrates his fist intention, he will not be able to damage the golden elixir at all.
However, the idea that came and hit him was a bit tricky. It did not come from Zhuang Wudao, but from the bloody ape shadow behind Zhuang Wudao.
Even if he could resist this violent and violent intention, he would have to devote all his energy to expel it.
"——The blood ape transformation and the sun-swallowing transformation are due to the white-backed demon ape during the day today?"
Sikong Hong was thinking in his heart, countless thoughts flashed through his mind, and he looked at the bloody picture on the wall.
In an instant, Sikong Hong subconsciously tried to avert his gaze, feeling extremely fearful. However, Sikong Hong also knew that something was wrong, and suppressed it forcefully. He managed to look calmly, and something clear flashed across his eyes.
It is indeed a sun-eating blood ape!
Sikong Hong's eyes were complicated, and he glanced at Zhuang Wudao, who was still unconscious at his feet, but his face was gradually calming down. Then, in a moment, his sword energy burst into flames, smashing all the bloody pictures on the wall to pieces. He walked there again.
Standing next to the unconscious Foundation Establishment monk, he slapped him on the head. In just a moment, the man woke up. When he opened his eyes, his eyes were filled with horror at first, and then he was stunned and confused.
Until he saw the figure in front of him clearly: "Uncle Master?"
In an instant, his face turned red. He was originally responsible for looking after the disciples in the cabins on these floors. When he came down to check, he was beaten by a junior disciple who had only started for less than two months and had not reached the advanced stage of Qi training.
Wow, it’s really embarrassing and embarrassing.
Sikong Hong had no intention of blaming him: "Xuanji, what did you see when you were unconscious just now?"
The mysterious man was stunned for a moment, a little confused, and then a look of horror appeared in his eyes. Although he was extremely restrained, his hands could not help but tremble slightly.
Sikong Hong couldn't help but sigh, and a bit of appreciation flashed across his face at the same time. This mystery did not cause his mind to collapse on the spot, but just fell into a coma. This shows that this person has a strong will and a strong mind.
The mysterious mind finally stabilized, and the confusion disappeared, but his eyes were abnormal, looking at Zhuang Wudao in the distance.
"Junior brother, he has understood the meaning of the fist, no! It's a fighting spirit, possessed by a fighting spirit, a sun-eating blood ape? What on earth is going on?"
The more he continued, the more horrified and confused Xuanji's eyes became.
"I don't know either! The Sun-Eating Blood Ape is only mentioned in the classics. In the Tianyi Kingdom, there are only a few distant relatives of the Sun-Eating Blood Ape. He should have understood the great fall due to the battle between the monsters and beasts during the day.
I can’t guess why the stele hand’s fist summoned the fighting spirit—”
As Sikong Hong spoke, streaks of silver light shone behind him and shot out in all directions. Outside the cabin door, blood splattered, and individual figures either had their heads broken or were stabbed to death. They even screamed in agony.
There was no time to make a sound, and disbelief and doubt remained on everyone's face.
Sikong Hong didn't pay attention to it at all, and just said calmly: "The evil spirit has sneaked in, how do you know how to deal with it?"
The Xuanji was stunned for a moment before reacting. "Yes! There are demons sneaking in, and the time is when the demons are fighting. When I was not prepared, they massacred the disciples in the ship and looked for an opportunity to escape. The Xuanji will tell you later.
Everything is ready."
Then he paused again, with a hint of bitterness on his face: "Only for this reason, an idiot would believe it. After all, we are from the same sect, uncle, is this really necessary today?"
"Why isn't it worth it? With the body of a fighting spirit, no matter how hard you try to prevent problems before they happen, it's not enough. As for the reason, it's just a prevarication to let everyone get off the ground. They have to believe it even if they don't believe it!"
Sikong Hong sneered: "Do you really think it's that simple for your Master Hua Ying to be seriously injured and unconscious? It's said to be a brazen ambush, but if he didn't take action at that time, it would definitely be a dead end. Since Ming Cuifeng dared to use this method
, then you can't blame me. Since these people are members of Ming Cuifeng's sect, their deaths are not unjust."
Xuanji was startled again, but he didn't show any surprise.
"It's just uncle, I'm afraid I will be held responsible for this! Ming Cuifeng will not give up."
"In the past few years, I have been diligent in my work and accumulated a lot of good deeds. No matter how unwilling Ming Cuifeng is, can he still bite me?"
Sikong Honghun said nonchalantly, walked directly to Zhuang Wudao, and picked him up gently.
My mind is complicated. Why does this young man have only a fifth-grade spiritual root when he is so talented? However, forty years later, Xuanling Mountain, which has been famous for thousands of years, still relies on this young man to support its family.
With a wry smile, Sikong Hong walked out of this messy cabin as if he was strolling leisurely.
"Take care of the situation and don't leave any clues. Even if someone sees the flaw, he must not be involved. Do you understand?"
There was murderous intention in the words, but the mystery was silent, and he bowed deeply. Several flames were thrown out from his sleeves and attached to the corpses. In just a moment, they turned into several clouds of smoke and ashes.
At the same moment, after being a hundred miles away from the spirit bone treasure ship, a white-backed giant ape with a height of more than 300 feet and covered in blood finally stopped running and looked into the distance with confused eyes.
He sniffed vigorously with his nose, but the search was fruitless. The white-backed giant ape gradually became anxious, hammered his chest with his forelimbs, and let out an unwilling roar.
At almost the same time, inside the Qingyun Sword, in that unknown space, the peerless and independent young woman's eyes were filled with joy, but also a bit of worry and expectation.
Fist intention, fighting spirit, epiphany, door to all wonders, blood ape transformation, sun-swallowing transformation——
Is this a natural fighting spirit?
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When Zhuang Wudao woke up again, he found that he had changed to a cabin. It was much wider than the one he lived in before. The gathered spiritual energy was also more intense, nearly twice as large.
Next to him is a small green bottle, the style is very familiar, it is a single bottle specially used to hold the nourishing elixir.
Opening the bottle cork, there were fifty pills for nourishing the spirit inside. The fragrance of bamboo leaves filled the room.
As for the Qingyun Decay Sword, it was also removed from his back and placed not far from the bedside.
Zhuang Wudao was stunned for a while. He sat on the bed and couldn't think of the reason for a long time. The memory in his mind was in chaos and he couldn't sort it out.
Fortunately, there was Qingyun Sword Spirit beside him. Not only was his spiritual sense vast, but he never had to rest until his spiritual energy was exhausted.
Zhuang Wudao didn't bother to recall and think about it, so he just held the hilt of the sword.
"Yun'er, what's going on?"
Why did he change rooms? How could he be in a coma? Where did these fifty nourishing pills come from?
"Don't you remember the sword master?
Yun'er's voice sighed, with a hint of fatigue: "The sword master understood the meaning of the mountain-shattering fist of Dashing Monument, but he was immersed in it too deeply, and because he aroused his inner demons, he summoned the sun-devouring blood ape to possess him.
body, and finally lost his mind.”
"Possessed by a fighting spirit? What fighting spirit?" Zhuang Wudao was puzzled.
"Then the sword master knows the art of striking with gods, inviting gods, and supporting the shackles?"
"Please ask God? Help me?"
Zhuang Wudao has understood that this is also a kind of Taoism. Many monks in the world practice it. The so-called "inviting the gods" and "fighting" means asking the gods from the upper world to bend down to increase their fighting power.
The skill of supporting the shackles is also similar. However, it is not used for fighting, but for divination and asking about the future.
And those who ask gods and support the gods often pay a certain price. They may offer sacrifices with spiritual treasures or make offerings with their own essence and blood.
"In other words, the possession of this war spirit is similar to praying to the gods and supporting the sage?"
"There are similarities, but there are also differences. However, people in this world can only invite some lonely ghosts at most. How can they invite any true gods? War spirits are wandering between heaven and earth, with strong obsessions, fighting
The true soul of the dead whose intention is to last forever. In fact, it can also be said to be a kind of resentful soul, but it is much stronger, and the soul has returned to yang, so it is not afraid of the power of yang. It has been in all realms, but there are not many, but there are all
They were all powerful men with earth-shattering strength during their lifetimes."
Yun'er explained bit by bit: "The person leaning over you is a sun-devouring blood ape. I don't know what year it was, but it fell in a nearby world. It was attracted by the fist of the big monument-breaking hand that you studied.
, gathered together. It was also Yun'er's fault. I didn't know that the sword master had such a deep understanding of the fist intention, but a lonely wild ghost almost took away the sword master's sanity."
"But are you going to be taken away from me?"
Zhuang Wudao finally recalled that the scene before coma was indeed extremely dangerous. And the image of the blood ape appeared again in his mind. Zhuang Wudao shook his head hastily, forcing himself not to pay attention. He was now
It's a bit of a shame, and I'm afraid I'll fall into the same situation again.
"If he is really snatched away, there is still a chance to recover, which is actually not too bad. However, if the sword master completely loses his mind at that time, he will only merge with the fighting spirit of the sun-devouring blood ape, go completely crazy, and become half ape and half
Humans only know how to kill and fight monsters. They can never be awakened!"
Yun'er finished speaking alarmingly, and then comforted: "But the sword master doesn't need to take it too seriously. Only the first time is the most dangerous when the fighting spirit bends. With Sikong Hong's help, you have barely passed this level.
The image of the sun-eating blood monkey can be visualized normally.
As long as you have the intention to take precautions, you will not be deprived of your mind again. In the future, as long as you have accumulated enough soul to tame the sun-devouring blood ape, you can borrow part of the power of the battle soul for your own use, and your combat power will increase.
Visualizing its shape will also benefit the sword master and refine the spirit of Shattering Mountains and Rivers Fist."
"Sikong Hong, senior brother? Was he the one who saved me? No, I seemed to have hurt someone before?"