Watching Sheng Wu's body spread out quickly in front of him.
Zhang Rongfang frowned slightly and looked back at Yue Dewen.
"Master, he doesn't seem to be dead."
"Nonsense! Of course he's not dead! It's just a projection of Sheng Xun, possessed by Sheng Wu."
Yue Dewen sat cross-legged in the blood.
There was a large river of blood surging and spinning around him. The thick blood was rising like a living thing, extending its tentacles to resist the attacks of the blue-eyed stone men around him.
At this moment, when Sheng Wu died, all the blue-eyed stone men stopped and stopped moving, completely losing their movement.
The thousands of stone men in the entire cave fell completely silent in an instant and returned to the previous tranquility.
"Master, are you okay? Are you going to die?" Zhang Rongfang flapped his wings and flew to Yue Dewen, asking worriedly.
"Bullshit! Can't you say something nice!?" Yue Dewen was angry.
I have never seen such a disciple.
If you don't talk about the good, just talk about the bad.
"Quick, help me up! I can still walk two steps!"
He wanted to get up, but found that his whole body was in severe pain and he couldn't help himself.
Zhang Rongfang raised his hand, and blood lines climbed up Yue Dewen's body, quickly forming a bloody rope that tightened his body and lifted him up in the air.
It's just that the blood thread was tied a little tight, which caused Lao Yue's curves to be exposed.
"What a shame!" Yue Dewen blushed and became angry.
The whole body collapsed, and the blood lines were shattered and disintegrated.
"Isn't this still possible?" Zhang Rongfang laughed.
Yue Dewen was stunned and suddenly realized that his body, which had been weak just now, actually felt much better now.
Apparently the apprentice just used some method unknown to him to heal part of his body.
It partially healed his body.
But there was no time to think about this.
"Let's go and see that Kesiwo and Qingyi were both turned to stone by Shengwu's blood of the sky, and so was your great-uncle Jin Yuyan.
"Can I still be saved after being petrified?" Zhang Rongfang was stunned.
"Nonsense!" Yue Dewen turned around and walked quickly towards the high platform, "Sheng Wu can be saved if he dies. Otherwise, why do you think they don't kill people, but just petrify them? They are the bodies of spirit generals waiting to be transformed into Ling Feitian in the future!
"
He pointed at the stiff blue-eyed stone men around him.
"This is how these stone men came to be. It's just that this kind of petrification takes a long time, but once it is completed, it can never be brought back."
One person quickly returned to the high platform, but couldn't find the bodies of Kosivo or Taoist Qingyi everywhere.
Then, they suddenly thought of something and quickly stepped off the stage, only to find two stone statues in a pool of blood at the edge.
But what is tragic is that both of their hands and feet were broken, leaving only their bodies, necks and heads intact.
It's okay, they are all spirit generals, this injury is nothing, as long as the head is still there..." Yue Dewen thought about it, and it seemed that he accidentally knocked these two guys down during the duel with Sheng Wu.
He laughed dryly and quickly picked up the mountain man's severed hands and feet.
Zhang Rongfang looked on and shook his head
Judging from Lao Yue's guilty tone, I knew it must have been him.
"Shengwu was busy starting the ceremony before, so she didn't have time to completely transform. Fortunately, we came quickly, otherwise..."
Yue Dewen put one person's hands and feet together before standing up.
Then he looked at Zhang Rongfang.
The awkward expression just now disappeared quickly, and his eyes fell on the pair of huge bat wings behind the apprentice.
"Is this thing...really?"
He reached out and pinched a handful. It was fleshy and a little cold.
There are also many fine dark red hairs growing on the surface.
Zhang Rongfang was speechless and took the initiative to fan it twice to show him.
"Old man, if you don't heal your wounds first, why do you care about such a trivial matter? Your apprentice, I am in an extremely good state now."
"Of course I know you are extremely good. I just want to ask, how did you practice this?" Yue Dewen said seriously, "You wouldn't have practiced some crooked martial arts to make yourself look like this. Isn’t that strange?”
"This is a truly authentic human-immortal martial arts!" Zhang Rongfang defended, "You killed that old man in a few strokes before you even looked at me? If I hadn't arrived in time, you would have been doomed, Lao Yue."
"Hehe. Hehe." Yue Dewen sneered three times, "Your master, I can slap that guy to death with one slap. It's just a possessed shadow, combined with the power of the final form of the holy dance, coupled with the influence of the large formation, it is not allowed to drop. God, the holy dance used up a lot of my strength before, and that’s why I’m so embarrassed. Otherwise, it’s up to him? Hahaha!”
He sneered again.
Zhang Rongfang was speechless.
A white scale voice came to my ears.
"Xiao Fang, your master has a very tough mouth."
"Elderly people are all the same. The old man just said harsh words before he died. It's not like he was born in this era and cannot understand their stubborn spirit." Zhang Rongfang replied in his mind.
"Finally, tell me, how did you develop this martial arts?" Yue Dewen came back to his senses at this time, and suddenly the more he thought about it, the more something was wrong.
How many years has Zhang Rongfang been practicing martial arts?
No matter how genius you are, like him, Chen Junchen back then, or even Meng Qian, the number one holy emperor on the black list, none of them can possess the peerless martial arts that dominates the world without having to practice hard for decades.
But this Rongfang...
So young! Yue Dewen could see the stubble on his chin that was not yet strong.
"Tell the truth, although I have consumed most of the power of the Holy Dance possessed by Holy Xun before, it is not something that ordinary generals can solve. Even your great uncle in his heyday would still have to burp."
Yue Dewen frowned and became more and more suspicious.
"I felt something was wrong last time...you have so much miscellaneous aura of the residual god in you."
Could it be that...you are no longer my apprentice!? Instead, you are possessed by some old immortal god!?"
The more he thought about it, the more something was wrong, and the eyes he looked at Zhang Rongfang gradually became nervous.
"Lao Yue, you must have never heard of the true meaning of three flowers gathering at the top and five qi rising to the vitality!" Zhang Rongfang looked solemn and immediately began to popularize the basics of human immortal martial arts he created to his master.
After saying these words, Yue Dewen's face gradually wavered, and he became a little doubtful.
"Do you have this ability?" He asked doubtfully, "I, my old man, have read all over the world's Taoist scriptures and martial arts, but I haven't created any Sanhua Juding martial arts. How come you have been tinkering with it in a few years? Is it possible that you think you are better than others?" I can!?"
"Hehehe." Zhang Rongfang smiled but said nothing.
"Brat!"
Yue Dewen stretched out his hand to pat his head, but at this time his body shape returned to normal, and his height was obviously unable to reach the head of the three-meter-tall Zhang Laifang.
"However, although you have created a new martial arts and your strength has undergone earth-shaking changes, you must not underestimate the Holy Patrol." He said with a solemn expression.
"Saint Xun is the strongest among the three giants, and there is a huge gap between him and the other two.
This intersection between heaven and earth is not the first time. In the previous two times, there were strong men who rebelled against the sky and almost succeeded.
But in the end, it was still suppressed by the Holy Patrol as the last step."
"Is he so strong?" Zhang Rongfang also frowned.
Thinking back carefully, the old man from the Holy Patrol didn't seem to have any reaction to his strength until he was defeated and dissipated.
Really confident...
"No one remembers the original name of Shengxun. But the martial arts he practiced were the Nine Phoenix Holy Spirit Kung Fu, which was known as the best in the world before the founding of the Great Spirit!" Yue Dewen said solemnly.
"Nine Phoenix Holy Spirit Kung Fu? No matter how strong a martial art is, it depends on the person who practices it?" Zhang Rongfang asked rhetorically.
"You are right. Sheng Xun's talent is extremely terrifying. Not only did he practice the Nine Phoenix Holy Spirit Skill to perfection, he also improved it and transformed it into the Great Zhoutian Nine Phoenix Holy Spirit Skill that is more suitable for him. This skill is a combination of civil and military skills.
As long as he practices one skill, it is equivalent to practicing literary and martial arts at the same time. The realm of martial arts is also marked by literary skills. And before he worshiped the gods hundreds of years ago, he had already broken through the peak of returning to the void and became the only one to step into a new realm.
A top-notch person. Now, after so many years, I no longer know what state he is in."
"Isn't he worshiping God?" Zhang Rongfang wondered, "Can he continue to improve after worshiping God?"
"He is worshiping gods, but he is the blood of the sky! He is a special case given by Ling Feitian. And this special case is only owned by the three of them." Yue Dewen answered.
"The two giants of Ling Feitian have many special cases that you can't imagine. You will understand soon."
"Then I want to take a closer look." Zhang Rongfang narrowed his eyes slightly, and a red crystal between his eyebrows was like a vertical pupil, flashing a red light.
"Although you are strong, you can never be the opponent of the Holy Patrol. When the time comes, you will still be regarded as your master." Yue Dewen shook his head, "Don't look at me like this now, but that was because someone ruined my arrangement before. Otherwise..."
"Master, you have a nosebleed." Zhang Rongfang said speechlessly.
Yue Dewen wiped his nostrils and his hands were covered with blood.
He hurriedly groped for the medicine on his body, but the capsule on his body had long been beaten away by the fierce fight just now.
"You stinky boy!! You are getting more and more useless!!" He suddenly became angry and slapped Zhang Rongfang.
But unfortunately it was easily dodged by the latter.
"Stop making trouble, Lao Yue, you should come with me back to our Immortal Temple to recuperate." Zhang Rongfang said sternly.
"You can't go back." Yue Dewen shook his head, "When heaven and earth meet, all recorded gods will be harvested and their memories will be washed away. Those not included in the list will be killed and devoured. The so-called immortality of gods and Buddhas is only for mortals.
The high-altitude flying spirits, gods, good or bad, are all the resources for it to become stronger and stronger."
He glanced at Zhang Rongfang.
"You get along well with the residual god in you, right? Then do you know that if heaven and earth meet, they will die soon."
If you don't resist, they will come after you. This is a fate you must accept."
Zhang Rongfang frowned.
White Scales chattered nonsense in my ears, about running away from the sea as quickly as possible, digging a hole deep enough underground to hide, or going to Taiyuan to hide for a while.
He looked straight at Master Yue. "No exception?
"For you now, no." Yue Dewen shook his head, "You are my apprentice. If you had not gotten involved before, you might be able to find a hidden place to hide. Cut off all external connections, and you might be able to escape.
A calamity. But now... you have entered the game. After killing Sheng Wu once and defeating Sheng Xun's projection, you still want to stay out of it? You have already entered Ling Feitian's field of vision."
"So, from the moment I rescued you, everything was doomed?" Zhang Rongfang also wanted to take the old man back to live in seclusion to avoid all troubles and recuperate.
But if everything is really as Yue Dewen said, recovering from injuries may not be possible.
"The only way is to fight. Break the intersection of heaven and earth this time, and defeat the three holy patrols! Don't give Ling Feitian a chance to come to the world, so that we can buy the next hundred years for us!"