There is an ancient fairy mountain floating in the air on the left and right sides of Yuxu Palace. The fairy mountain on the left is often surrounded by various spiritual energies. Wang Bugui has a dark face at the moment and is practicing hard in the formation in the mountain.
After Little Jade Rabbit went back to spread the news about his cultivation, almost all the spiritual beasts gathered on the Fairy Mountain to watch him practice. Then every time they saw themselves being beaten with bruises and bruises, they all looked up to the sky and laughed. It can be said that this is another place for the little spirit beasts to have fun. Of course, except for the Qilin Beast, the culprit had to be pinned to the ground by Wang Bugui every time and educated.
"Boom!"
Every time Wang Bugui collided with these meteorites, he made a shocking sound. If he didn't know that he was practicing, he would have thought that thunder was falling here. His whole body was protected by a faint golden energy, and he released strong blood energy like a raging wave, wielding his fists and feet to fight fiercely with the meteorite. The array emits a dazzling blue light, all composed of ancient and complex characters.
They emit immeasurable light, making the ancient array seem to be alive, emitting various ancient and distant sounds. Sometimes I hear various Taoist sutras, sometimes there is Buddhist Zen singing, and maybe I can hear the clear sound of bells and the melodious zither.
You can still vaguely hear the roar of tigers, the roar of dragons, the cry of apes and the cry of phoenixes. Listening to this, people are suddenly transported to the ancient era of immortals and demons where various tribes competed for hegemony and hundreds of schools of thought contended. It must have been an extremely bright world.
These symbols and sounds caused the meteorites in the formation to fly wildly, and they all hit Wang Bugui alone. He struck quickly, and every move and every move contained all his power, blended with his strong blood and innate energy.
He kept fighting with the meteorite, trying to create some cracks. But these meteorites had been sacrificed by strong men, and were blessed with formations and spiritual energy. He was just a young monk in the Qi Body realm, how could they be broken so easily.
However, Wang Bugui was not content with the status quo. He had extremely strict requirements on himself and firmly believed that he could break most of the cracks in the meteorite in the Qi Body realm. If the physical strength is not strong enough, add blood energy. If it is not enough, add innate energy and a combination of the two. In the end, the blood fighting technique of the Van Helsing family is even added.
However, things will never go according to people's will, especially in cultivating Taoism. Wang Bugui looked crazy. He almost tried his best to get in without cracking a single meteorite. At most, he only made them stop.
The harder he worked, the stronger the power released by the meteorite, and in the end it exceeded the limit of this realm. When Wang Bugui stopped, he had beaten his hands, which were stained with his own blood, completely out of position, and his legs were already blurry.
His body was also covered in blood, and even the white bone stubble could be seen. Just because of his last few attacks, the meteorite counterattacked beyond the realm.
The rudimentary Sky-Banging Fist wielded by the Qi Soul Realm was slightly weaker, and the bones of both hands were directly broken by the meteorite with the power of Qi Soul. Immediately afterwards, two more meteorites attacked him from below, and they raised their feet to attack him hard. The calf bones were shattered by the impact. While flying upside down, he was hit hard by more than a dozen meteorites. Four of his ribs were broken and his spine was almost completely broken.
Wang Bugui endured the severe pain and got up to recover his energy, but the effect was very slow. He spoke with difficulty and asked Little Jade Rabbit to take out a few old herbs from his body and throw them into his mouth. Then he used Qi Xue to convert the medicinal power. Every day he came here, he would dig up the medicinal herbs in advance, because he would never be seriously injured after training in the mountains.
It was common for him to be beaten until his limbs were dripping with blood, but this time it was particularly brutal. All his limbs were broken, four ribs were broken, and his spine was almost completely shattered, and it was all forcibly connected by the blood. . He wanted to scream loudly in pain, but he didn't have the strength to make any more noise.
In Wang Bugui's blurred eyes, he could only see a blood-red world. Even though the medicine was released, it could not support him. The blood gradually drained away, and he felt that he could not keep up with his breathing. The whole world began to spin, and then his eyes went black and he fainted completely. In the end, he was carried back to Yuxu Palace by Qilin Beast and others, and it was only thanks to his master that he was cured.
Yun Jinghong sat next to Wang Bugui. Before the early spirit beasts sent him over, he saw everything with his spiritual mind. Looking at the apprentice lying quietly on the stone platform, he reached out and rubbed his blood-stained forehead. He frowned slightly, his efforts on this disciple's efforts were obvious to all. Every day I start practicing as soon as the sun rises and don't finish practicing until late at night.
Since the outbreak of learning to practice, not a single day has passed without him limping back with an injured body. You must know that he has been reborn twice. There are few people in the world who can compare with his body, even if he has not grown up yet.
But he was still full of confidence. Although he only had half a breath left each time, he still came to him for treatment with a smile. He couldn't help but sigh. The responsibility that Wang Bugui had to shoulder was too heavy. His thin shoulders carried the hope of a family, the responsibility of protecting the important people around him, and the mission of saving the woman he owed in his body.
A trace of regret flashed in his eyes, his eyes were slightly moist, and his nose was sore. A genius like Wang Bugui should have been shrouded in countless auras when he was growing up, but something like this happened to him when he was a child. Losing everything, one person has to shoulder everything. Possessing a rare talent for cultivation and the help of ancient divine objects, yet he had to practice harder than anyone else. Yun Jinghong sighed and walked over slowly.
"Ah, Master! Uh." As soon as Wang Bugui woke up and saw Master next to him, he was about to get up, but his body's instinct betrayed him.
Upon seeing this, Yun Jinghong quickly raised his hand to stop Wang Bugui, then stood up and cast a spell, using his own innate Qi to help him recover his lost Qi blood, and injected a large amount of spiritual energy into his other hand to dissolve the medicine and speed up the regeneration of flesh and blood. speed. This pure Qi and spiritual power poured into Wang Bugui's body. He felt much better from his injury, and he followed the exercise to heal the injury. At the same time, he felt every detail of the battle just now and reflected on his mistakes.
"Didn't I tell you to do what you can? Why are you still working so hard?" Yun Jinghong asked softly.
"I have a beautiful sleep until noon, and then travel to the Pure Land with the spiritual beasts. I also long for this kind of thing. But I don't have enough time. I only have twenty years at most. I am only in the realm of Qi Body now, and there will be a true immortal in the future. A level opponent must work harder." Wang Bugui smiled bitterly.
"You have done a great job. I have stayed in this realm for three years. The path of cultivation becomes more and more difficult the further you go, and it takes nearly a hundred years to break through to the Saint. The path of cultivation is so difficult!" Yun Jinghong shook his head and sighed.
"In the Age of Dharma Ending, Master doesn't have magical objects like a small pendant. Is it still slow to become a saint after a hundred years?" Wang Bugui scratched his head, confused.
"You have to know that those who are not affected by the Dharma Ending Age, even those with outstanding talents, can become immortals in almost twenty years. People with average talents can become immortals in thirty years of cultivation. Those with dull talents can become immortals in a hundred years of hard work. .”
"Besides, there are gods, the ten ancient creation gods, deities, and other supreme beings above the immortals. Who am I? I'm just a person who can't even achieve the throne of immortality. I can't escape defeat at the end of the law. The fate of the world.”
"Haha, Tao, Tao! Tao. Success is the Tao, failure is the Tao. How can we find immortality? How can we lead to immortality?"
Yun Jinghong looked up to the sky and sighed. He was unwilling to give up. How many outstanding people have been stumped by today's Dharma-ending era? Thinking about the ancient times, the path to immortality can be found, and it is not hopeless for ordinary people to ascend through cultivation. At least in a world with a complete Tao, he could hope to attain enlightenment and become an immortal, but in this world, the Tao was incomplete.
Not only him, no one has ascended in the past two thousand years. No matter how talented you are, you can only die in a short life span of a thousand years and turn into a handful of loess. Heaven is so ruthless, burying generations of talented people.
"Master." Wang Bugui stretched out his hand and wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to speak.
Yun Jinghong looked back at him, his eyes filled with vicissitudes of life, only shining brightly when he looked at Wang Bugui. With a frivolous brow, he continued: "It's okay. Although I have no hope of becoming an immortal, you are still here. There was a prophecy that there would be an opportunity to become an immortal in this life, and I will do everything in my power to let you seize the opportunity!"
Seeing Yun Jinghong's determination, Wang Bugui could only nod his head and say nothing more. The best comfort is to practice hard and live up to his high expectations.
Later, the master and apprentice had a heart-to-heart talk, which lasted for an hour before it ended. No one knew what was said. But both of them seemed to have solved a lot of knots in their hearts. Wang Bugui still ran to practice training while Yun Jinghong, dressed in white clothes, fluttered and left as usual.