The strength of the dragon turtle fighting spirit has been reduced by less than half, but its power is still unmatched.
The force of its swooping down can completely crush any living being, even Yang Wu is no exception.
No matter how outstanding Yang Wu was, he had just entered the realm of Tianyu for the first time. He felt as if there were several mountains pressing down on his body, his back was broken, blood was spitting out, and he almost fainted.
The soldier soul of the soul-suppressing pot appeared above. Because Yang Wu did not have the strength to be a saint, he could not activate the soldier soul at the beginning. Now it appeared at the time when he was fully protecting the master. The majestic soul-absorbing power instantly defeated the dragon turtle. Most of the soul's soul power was sucked away, but unfortunately it was still unable to stop the power of the dragon turtle fighting spirit from falling towards Yang Wu.
The sky-swallowing snail exerted its power to swallow the sky, and it charged towards the dragon turtle fighting spirit. Unfortunately, it was far from the soul-suppressing pot, and was knocked away by the power of the dragon turtle fighting spirit. Fortunately, it also consumed less than half of the dragon turtle fighting spirit. strength.
Currently, the dragon turtle fighting spirit only has one-third of its original soul power. This one-third of the power is still enough to kill the creatures in the Little Saint realm.
After Yang Wu entered Death Valley, he once again faced the threat of death. He felt desperate: "It's over!"
At this moment, a phantom suddenly appeared from Yang Wu. Even Yang Wu himself didn't know where the phantom appeared.
"You evil beast, how dare you hurt my disciple?" The voice was like thunder from the sky, shaking the palace. The mighty power not only scared the Dragon Turtle War Spirit to shrink, but also the soul-suppressing pot and the sky-swallowing snail. The holy light converged and fell from mid-air.
No one could see clearly what he looked like in this phantom, but it was like a giant filling the world, like a god or demon, invincible.
Bai Woming was surprised.
Shu Yujun was stunned.
They all came from extraordinary backgrounds, but they still felt like they couldn't turn their heads when faced with such a majestic figure.
This feeling is just the power of the True Holy Spirit, and it feels like it exceeds that level of existence.
Whether this is the case, they can’t figure it out. Their realm is too low.
The dragon turtle fighting spirit was frightened to death.
Woohoo!
It made a mournful sound and did not dare to attack Yang Wu again. It did not even dare to return to the dragon turtle demon core.
The shadow fell and waved gently, saying: "Go back!"
The dragon turtle fighting spirit sank into the dragon turtle demon core in embarrassment, and all pressure disappeared.
"Leave the hall!" The next moment, Xuying said again, and everyone in the hall except Yang Wu flew out of the hall.
The Word is like the Dharma!
The sage's mouth contains the law of heaven, which cannot be disobeyed.
In the palace, only Xuying and Yang Wu were left. Everyone else was no longer in the palace, the Dragon Turtle War Spirit no longer showed off his evil intentions, and everything became quiet.
The shadow shrank, but it was still enveloped by a hazy energy. He said quietly to Yang Wu: "Disciple, why don't you pay your respects to the master quickly?"
Yang Wu was stunned.
He realized that the phantom emerged from his body, but he had no idea why it lingered on him, and felt a chill in his heart.
"Are you a ghost?" Yang Wu asked subconsciously.
"You bastard, you have no respect for your superiors, you should be punished!" Xuying shouted, and power blessed Yang Wu, as if he had just been suppressed by the Dragon Turtle's fighting spirit, or even more serious, and blood spat out from his mouth again.
Yang Wu wanted to die.
How could such a master punish him like this when he disagrees? It would cost him his life.
"Climb over again and get the demon core. The punishment will disappear, or you will die." Xuying said ruthlessly.
"I won't take it even if I die!" Yang Wu responded extremely stubbornly.
Last time, the apprenticeship ceremony was forced.
This time, he couldn't bear it anymore.
He is a dignified and spirited young man, no one can easily order him to do things.
"Haha, let you die then!" Xuying said coldly, and a torture instrument flew over, which was the soul hook.
The soul hook rope can hook the souls of the world and is one of the most feared torture tools for any living being.
Once the soul is hooked away, it is a dead end.
The hook soul rope was drawn towards Yang Wu.
Snapped!
ah!
The soul hook whipped Yang Wu's body, and it hurt not only his body, but also his soul felt like it was whipped hard. The total pain was many times more uncomfortable than the pain in the body.
If he continues to draw it, his soul will not only be damaged, but will even collapse directly. This is the horror of the Soul Hook Rope.
Whatever he feared most came, he drew the hook soul rope towards Yang Wulian.
Bang bang!
Yang Wu screamed like a slaughtered pig, which was even more uncomfortable than being hit by thunder.
"Climb or not?" Xuying asked.
"I won't crawl until I die. If you can, kill me!" Yang Wu said through gritted teeth. He was a man of backbone.
"Really? Then I'll let you try the power of the beheading knife!" The shadow said coldly, and the huge beheading knife flew over. It had a head handle like a dog, a blade like an axe, and countless vague The ghosts are howling and dying on its beheading knife. There are no one knows how many living things there are.
Yang Wu's bones instantly softened: "I'm crawling. Master and disciple are wrong, I'm crawling now!"
A real man can bend and stretch, and he can still survive if he climbs. If he doesn't crawl, his master, who is so cheap, will really kill people.
"It's too late!" Xuying said, and the beheading knife fell.
boom!
Yang Wu's mind went blank, as if his head had been severed, his body had been destroyed, and he didn't know what death felt like.
Fortunately, this sword was not really struck on Yang Wu's head, but in front of him. The ground cracked and a few strands of hair were cut off. The killing intent was almost as realistic as if it was struck on a person's head. This is the beheading sword. When the sword comes out, you will see the soul of the dead.
"If you are frightened like this, how can you take over this 'Demon Taming Palace'?" The shadow's voice rang out.
After his voice fell, there was a faint golden light flickering behind him, and three ancient characters appeared, which were "Demon Taming Hall."
Yang Wu regained his clarity and saw the three golden ancient characters. He felt that the three ancient characters were full of strong hostility. There were countless monsters wailing. They seemed to have experienced countless tortures and finally died of torture. In the end, the end was very tragic.
Yang Wu took a deep breath, stopped responding to his cheap master, and slowly crawled towards him. He cursed in his heart: "One day I will beat you into a pig's head!"
The arms of the Barbarian God were swollen, and the legs of the God of Wind were generating wind. Both arms and legs exerted force at the same time, slowly moving forward. The power of hundreds of thousands of cauldrons on his back was too heavy, and he moved slower than a snail.
No matter how slow he was, he still had to move. The blood in his body was pushed to its limit, boiling faster and faster. The strength of his body was increasing little by little, and his limit was far from reached.
When he moved half a foot away, his master's voice sounded again: "It's not fast enough. If you can't climb here within half an hour, you are not worthy of being my disciple, and I will kill you."
Yang Wu can be sure that his master's words are not as simple as a threat. If he can't do it, he will really be killed.
At this time, his master was sitting on the jade couch, playing with the dragon turtle demon core, looking aloof, as if he really didn't care about Yang Wu's life or death.
Yang Wu didn't have time to think about how well his master treated him. He yelled hysterically: "I crawl, I crawl!"
When he could crawl again, the pressure on his back increased again, almost driving him to despair.
It was already very difficult for him to climb. When the pressure increased, he could no longer climb at all. The bones in his back were shattered section by section, and his body was almost as useless as paper.
Yang Wu's eyes became blurred, and his mind became increasingly unclear.
His divine flower is swaying, his blood is still boiling, and his immortal energy is still surging. Once his will collapses, it will all be over.
Vaguely, he saw the dancing eyes of his parents who were far away in the mortal world, saw his biological brother who had traveled thousands of miles with a book on his back, and saw Zi Yuyue, who had been looking forward to him for a long time at the top of the Zixiao Palace... Feeling everything They are all moving away from him.
"No, I can't die. I have to live strong. No one can block my way forward. My relatives, I'm still waiting to protect them!" Yang Wu burst out with an unprecedented will to survive, just like when he was in the mountains It was the same feeling as being tortured to the point of death in prison. He didn't want to die, and they couldn't take him in even today.
Yang Wu Taishang's Nine Mysterious Techniques were activated to the extreme, Tianyu breathed out, and the mysterious energy exploded in the thousands of holes in the Dantian. The immortal energy traveled with it. After crossing the Xuanqiao of Heaven and Earth, all the meridians and acupuncture points were surging, and there was something hidden between the skin and flesh. The strength of the beast was squeezed to the limit. The green veins of the barbarian god's arms protruded, and it was obvious that the mysterious energy flowed and emerged in them. The arms were enlarged in a circle, and the strength was ten times greater. The same was true for the strength of the feet. When the immortal energy passed through When he lifted his back, the backbone was reconnected, and the power of the Sky Thunder Bone was also squeezed. Every part of his body was full of power. The power on his back seemed to be weakening, and he climbed again.
For the first time, he moved a finger's distance.
The second time, he moved less than half a foot.
The third time, he moved less than half of his body.
…
His fingernails were scratched to pieces, and there were dozens of shocking blood marks on the ground. And his body crawled faster and faster. He completely forgot about the pain between his fingers and his heart. His target was only the piece that his master was playing with. Just a demon core.
His master didn't seem to feel any distress at all, and still watched him crawling calmly.
Seeing that Yang Wu was only a few feet in front of his master, the pressure behind him increased again, and his body could no longer move again.
This time, he was still not crushed. He just rested for a while and started to move again.
This land is comparable to thousands of miles of road, and there are thousands of ferocious beasts blocking the road. It is as difficult as climbing to the sky to reach the other side.
Yang Wu's eyes were full of stubbornness, like sharply polished blades, indomitable.
His body was moving little by little, and it took him nearly half an hour to reach the jade couch that originally only required one step. He looked up at his master and said with difficulty: "Give me the demon core." !”
"Not bad, here you go." Xuying praised, and the dragon turtle demon core finally landed on Yang Wu.
When Yang Wu obtained the dragon turtle demon core, all the power on him disappeared. His body relaxed, his eyes darkened, and he fainted on the spot.