The gray-haired old man still looked as scary as before, with a head full of gray hair flying in the air, a pair of empty and gray eyes staring straight at Tang Xuanming, and an ancient robe of unknown age was draped around his shoulders.
On the body.
The gray nails on his hands, which are more than half a foot long, are hard and cold, like daggers.
He looks like a zombie from a movie by Lin Zhengying.
No matter how you look at it, it makes you feel chilly in your heart.
"Okay, you can practice in the courtyard!"
Liu Zu was shocked when he saw the earth essence and the starlight being swallowed up all over the sky in the center of the courtyard, and then left worriedly.
Tang Xuanming was left staring at the first patriarch of Butian Pavilion with big eyes and small eyes.
"Woooo..."
Youyan's cries were faint, Liu Zu turned around and left without any reaction, but Tang Xuanming felt goosebumps rising on his body.
"Can you stop being scary?"
The golden-winged roc's extreme speed allowed Tang Xuanming to appear on the wall where the gray-haired old man was in an instant, but it was obviously already at the limit of the cave heaven realm. By the time Tang Xuanming arrived, the gray-haired old man had disappeared without a trace.
"Woooo..."
The inexplicable crying sound was still ringing in his ears, becoming more and more clear. Tang Xuanming instinctively slapped his hand back, and the cold aura behind him disappeared without a trace. The gray-haired old man just appeared behind him.
"The thousand-year-old Zongzi is really difficult to deal with."
Tang Xuanming muttered angrily.
The Patriarch of Butian Pavilion is like an illusory and unreal phantom. Every time he takes action, the phantom will disappear without a trace, and when he relaxes, the phantom will appear again in his body.
appear in front of you.
boom!
Tang Xuanming's whole body suddenly trembled, because the thousand-year-old rice dumpling slapped him on the back, and the bone patterns on his body bloomed instinctively, but it was in vain as before.
You can't touch this thousand-year-old rice dumpling at all.
After sending out the first blow, Old Zongzi kept holding on. No matter how Tang Xuanming resisted or reacted, the terrifying ten thousand year old monster could always hit him at an angle that was beyond his expectation.
The heavy blows again and again even caused blood to ooze from the corners of Tang Xuanming's mouth. In an instant, he was slapped hundreds of times.
"how so?"
"What on earth is this old rice dumpling going to do?"
"Because I scolded him, he was angry and wanted to attack me?"
One idea after another emerged in Tang Xuanming's mind, but they were rejected by him one after another.
"With the strength of this thousand-year-old rice dumpling, it would be easy to kill me and turn me into a scumbag with just one slap. There is no need to spend so much effort to tease me.
And in his current state..."
Tang Xuanming looked at those empty and gray eyes, there was no trace of sparkle in them.
The first patriarch of Butian Pavilion did not have much spiritual thought left, and it was impossible for him to carry out such complicated thinking.
boom!
The last blow hit Tang Xuanming's heart, causing another trace of blood to ooze from the corner of Tang Xuanming's mouth.
He instinctively raised his head and stared at the Patriarch of Butian Pavilion, waiting for the next unstoppable attack. Even if he failed to block it every time, Tang Xuanming still tried.
Unexpectedly, the Butian Pavilion Patriarch did not attack again.
The pair of deathly gray eyes looked directly at Tang Xuanming, and Tang Xuanming felt inexplicably that there seemed to be a trace of divine light shining in them.
Something happened that shocked him extremely. The corpse-like Patriarch of Butian Pavilion suddenly spoke.
"To...revenge...condition...the body for me, you...make up the sky...spell!"
Tang Xuanming's expression was shaken violently, and the words of the Patriarch of Butian Pavilion were intermittent and incoherent.
But based on Shi Hao's past experience, he can guess that they are almost inseparable.
"He is investing in me and conditioning my body. He hopes that when I grow up, I can inherit Butian Pavilion's mantle and avenge him when I reach my peak."
"Do you want me to avenge you?"
He asked the old man in front of him who had been dead for thousands of years with doubts, but the man with empty eyes did not answer. He just let out a sob that sounded like a smile, and then disappeared without a trace.
Tang Xuanming looked at the void in front of him slightly sadly, his brows furrowed.
There was still a trace of blood hanging from the corner of his mouth, but he didn't feel any discomfort.
On the contrary, there was a trace of warm current flowing in hundreds of places all over his body that had been slapped by the first founder of Butian Pavilion, making him feel comfortable all over.
"The bone patterns are making subtle adjustments and becoming more perfect."
Tang Xuanming carefully grasped the changes in his body and his expression was shocked.
He rose up in the shortest time and reached the pinnacle of the Cave Heaven Realm. His rise in the shortest time gave him a powerful boost, but it also caused a lot of damage to his body.
Now after the restoration of the thousand-year-old rice dumpling by the first founder of Butian Pavilion, Tang Xuanming felt as if he was soaking in a hot spring. His body and spirit, which had reached the limit, had been slightly improved.
"These old monsters that have been passed down for many years should not be underestimated."
After sighing, Tang Xuanming walked into the depths of the courtyard again.
The infinitely powerful Butian Pavilion Sacrificial Spirit is still lying powerlessly on a pile of rocks, but the five or six meter long vines are yellow and thin, with one after another yellow leaves on them, full of loneliness.
The only sign of life is a green gourd hanging on the gourd vine.
Tang Xuanming silently sat cross-legged next to the sacrificial spirit, and entered into a deep level of practice as soon as he breathed. His breathing veins were exactly the same as those of the sacrificial spirit.
The bright silver stars in the sky and the layers of earth essence deep in the earth penetrated Tang Xuanming's body crazily, repairing the subtle damage deep on the surface of the body.
In the midst of deep enlightenment, the Ten-Kou Cave Heaven appeared silently beside Tang Xuanming. The cave was deep and unfathomable, as if it was connected to the abyss in all directions. Endless energy was submerged in it, making the Ten-Kou Cave Heaven more primitive and natural.
In the ancient backyard, the founder of Butian Pavilion, whose head was pierced by an ancient sword, emerged from the void silently.
A pair of dead gray eyes stared at the sacrificial spirit lying on the pile of rocks, and there seemed to be a trace of sadness deep in the eyes.
Then he turned to look at Tang Xuanming, his dead gray eyes staring at the ten caves floating outside, not knowing what he was thinking of.
Shangguyuan Road fell into silence.
…
boom!
The unfamiliar Shi Yi's eyes were cold and without a trace of ripples, staring at the broken stone tablets in front of him. In his sight, he could even see the tiny bits of gravel flying out.
"Is this your plan? Is this the Natural Supreme Bone you said you would give to us?"
A golden spider that was taller than a human smashed a boulder in front of it into pieces with one claw.
The voice was angry, and a pair of huge eyes stared at Shi Yi, waiting for an answer.