"Wang Bugui? King?! Can you tell me if the blue light is emitted by a pendant." The magic stick said in a panic.
"How do you know? Wang Bugui asked in surprise.
"What? It's really it. So you really have it." The magic stick seemed a little absent-minded, and involuntarily took two steps back and muttered to himself.
"Who are you, and how do you know I have a pendant?" Wang Bugui felt that this person might have something to do with his father.
"Me? Of course I know, because this pendant belongs to my disciple. How did you get it?" the magic stick said in a lost voice.
"What did you say? This, this belongs to your disciple? Then, you are my father's master?" Wang Bugui was shocked again.
"Are you his son? Tell me quickly, is your father alive?" the magic stick asked quickly with his eyes shining.
"He, he has died abroad for the sake of mankind." Wang Bugui said, trembling slightly.
"puff!"
After hearing this, the magic stick felt extremely sad and coughed up a mouthful of blood. He stared at the sky with dull eyes, and screamed in pain: "God! You are unfair! Xuan Ming, Xuan Ming! Ugh!"
Wang Bugui saw that he was so sad and was sure that he was not lying to him. It seemed that this man was really his father's master. The roar of the magic stick caused the Yaochi to tremble continuously, and even some terrifying cracks appeared on the ground. One can imagine how strong his power is. Even compared to Wang Xuanming, he was evenly matched. Seeing the cracks in the ground expanding, Wang Bugui immediately went up to stop him.
"Stop it quickly, you're going to destroy this place!" Wang Bugui shouted while shaking him.
After hearing this, the magic stick gradually calmed down. He turned to look at the boy and found that he was so similar to Wang Xuanming. The handsome and resolute face was really similar, but he had a little more evil energy. And the arrogance when he speaks is almost the same as his father. Seeing him was like seeing his father, but now that Wang Xuanming was no longer here, no matter how much he thought about it, he could only sigh.
"Did your father ask you to find a man named Yun Jinghong?" the magic stick sighed.
"Well, he said this man can teach me how to practice Taoism." Wang Bugui replied.
The magic stick let out a short sigh and said, "I am Yun Jinghong."
"Are you Yun Jinghong?!" Wang Bugui never imagined that the person in front of him was the Yun Jinghong his father said. Not to mention that this shock was like a thunderbolt in the clear sky. In his imagination, this person should be a senior expert with immortal style, but in reality, he was the magician who cheated him a day ago.
"Yes, I am Wang Xuanming's master Yun Jinghong. The reason why he asked you to come to me may be because he only believes in me. After all, I have watched him grow up since I was a child, and I also taught him the Taoist techniques. But why did he fall like this?" Yun Jinghong shook his head and sighed.
"You are really Senior Yun Jinghong." Wang Bugui really didn't know what to say. The master he had been looking for for a long time actually tricked him as soon as he came. He even had a fight with him just now.
"Show me your pendant," Yun Jinghong stretched out his hand.
When Wang Bugui heard this, he took off the pendant and handed it to him. Yun Jinghong rubbed his hand on it for a long time and refused to lift it up. This was the pendant that Wang Xuanming found when he was young, but now it has changed. He originally had high hopes for this apprentice, and even thought that he had the potential to reach enlightenment, but he did not expect that he would die at such a young age. He frowned slightly, his eyes filled with sadness, as if hundreds of years had passed by in an instant.
"Come with me." Yun Jinghong said to him, then turned and left.
Wang Bugui followed him closely after hearing this, and the two of them came all the way to Yuxu Peak. After confirming that there was no one around, Yun Jinghong drew out several rays of divine light with his golden light. These lights condensed into a rune and floated in the air.
"Crack!"
The sound of light symbols shattering the space came, and then a white door opened. Yun Jinghong waved with one hand, and the white door slowly opened. He took Wang Bugui and walked in. When they entered, the cracks in the space outside disappeared and everything returned to the original state.
"Wow! Is this a place where gods live?" Wang Bugui was shocked by everything inside. His feet stepped on a soft and lush grass bed. The grass was as green as jade, and there were many other things he had never seen around him. Flowers, just here is intoxicating. There is actually a palace hanging high in the sky in the distance, with a fairy mountain on each side.
King Buhui also discovered that the five-color auspicious energy was steaming here, and the entire space was filled with a very strong purple aura. You could even see drops of purple liquid dripping down from the sky. Yun Jinghong didn't stay too long and took him forward. The scenery he saw along the way made him feel like a dream.
Passing by the towering ancient forest, I saw an old medicine plant of unknown age. The fragrance of orchids and musk deer filled my nostrils and made me intoxicated. Wang Bugui just smelled the fragrance of the medicine from a distance and felt that the waste blood that had not been drained out by using the blood-burning technique in the previous battle was no longer dead. Instead, the waste blood was cheering and running, and the dead blood was revitalized like spring.
Even the hidden injuries suffered in that battle were slowly healing. How powerful would such a magical medicine be if taken? Wang Bugui was so intoxicated that he didn't even know when he walked out of the ancient forest. When he came back to his senses, he was already under the palace. He looked up at this majestic and sacred palace and was even more amazed.
The entire palace is as white as white marble, exuding five colors of radiant light. In addition, it is suspended in the air and surrounded by clouds and mist, just like a fairy palace that has fallen from the fairy world to the mortal world. Yun Jinghong waved his hand, and a five-colored leather strip separated from the palace and flew towards the palace, wrapping the two of them.
After Wang Bugui was brought up by the five-color divine light, he looked back below and exclaimed that this place was truly a fairy land. Then he turned his head and looked forward. The three words "Yuxu Palace" were written on the main entrance of the palace. The high towers on both sides towered into the sky. Only when he actually climbed onto the palace did he feel a majestic momentum coming.
"Follow me." Yun Jinghong then walked forward.
Wang Bugui followed him without saying a word. For some reason, he felt that he could not scream wantonly in this palace. This place is filled with the breath of divine majesty, but it is not overwhelming, but rather peaceful. There are three Yuxu Palaces, one main palace and two smaller palaces. The two of them walked all the way to the palace in the center before stopping.
Written here are the characters "Emperor of the Human Race". The characters are as vigorous and powerful as iron paintings with silver hooks. The person who wrote the characters even integrated his entire life into them, making these characters exude an aura of immeasurable terror, like a statue. The human emperor sits high in the heavens, overlooking all spirits, and rules over the world. This power pressed against Wang Bugui, and he felt the blood in his body surge, and a powerful force made him breathless.
"This is the pressure left by the founder of my sect to test the potential of future generations. If you want to become my disciple, it depends on how much you can withstand." Yun Jinghong said calmly.
"Roar!"
After hearing this, Wang Bugui shouted and tried his best to resist the pressure, but the stronger his power, the greater the pressure he suffered. This overwhelming pressure was so overwhelming that Wang Bugui's face was like gold paper, and he would cough up a mouthful of blood at any time, but he held himself back and concentrated on fighting the pressure with all his strength. But just when he thought he could survive, the pressure increased again, and Wang Bugui's body was almost bent under the pressure.
The pressure gradually became stronger, and no matter how hard Wang Bugui resisted, it seemed that he could not reach the limit, but he did not believe that he could not resist it. After a while, the coercion crushed Wang Bugui's bones until his bones crackled. A little blood spilled from his mouth, and he gritted his teeth to hold on. You must know that he has no Taoist skills, but relies on his body and blood to resist the pressure of the Taoism. It is amazing enough to be able to do so.
An hour has passed, and Wang Bugui has not fallen down yet. Now the intensity of the pressure has broken several of his bones, but his shaky body will not fall down. There were times when he almost fell to his knees, but eventually he got up. What supports him is the belief in becoming stronger, the responsibility he bears, and the obsession to save Hanae Qianying. Yun Jinghong nodded happily after seeing it. This boy was as talented as his father.
It was these thoughts that kept Wang Bugui going all the way. Gradually, two hours passed. Many bones in his body were deformed but he still persisted. Everything he saw in his eyes was blurred, except for his belief that remained clear. But seeing all this, Yun Jinghong was extremely frightened. Two hours was the height that his father finally reached with difficulty, but he looked like he still wanted to hold on.
Yun Jinghong's eyes shone, and he stared at Wang Bugui without blinking an eye. He wanted to know where this young man's limit was. As time went by, Yun Jinghong lost the slightest trace of his immortality. His mouth opened into an O shape and never closed. You must know that since ancient times, being able to persist for an hour under such pressure is enough to be called a genius.
Those who can hold on for two hours are monster-level beings, but the kid in front of him actually lasted for three hours with only his physical body without relying on any Taoism! What does three hours mean
He couldn't help but think of a saying passed down from generation to generation by the ancestors of this line: Tao gives birth to one, one gives birth to two, two gives birth to three, and three gives birth to all things. If there is someone who can persist for three hours under such pressure, he must be someone who is admired by all spirits, a truly amazing talent throughout the ages!