After hearing Uncle Jiu's narration of ancient secrets, Russell finally understood the past of the Styx. He became wary because the Styx was also here to take his place.
Damn it.
It would have been bad enough if Wutan had come, and the problem had not been resolved in five days, and then another Minghe came and wanted to snatch his position as the Lord of the Three Realms.
Do you really think I, Russell, am a vegetarian
He used his ultimate move without hesitation and called for help!
"Master, please take action quickly. That Minghe is too arrogant. He rushed to attack the underworld before you left. If you leave, what should I do?"
He sounded extremely pitiful, and he was telling the truth. Before the Styx, he was a sub-sage. After the reincarnation, although he was not a sub-sage, he was not far off.
He has two magical weapons in his hands, needless to say his magical powers are naturally the best in the world.
Russell calculated his chances of winning against his opponent. Well, it was one in several hundred trillions...
The invincible Golden Immortal going to attack the Styx is even more dangerous than trying to scam someone.
Below the level of Daluo, we are all ants, this is not just talk!
Uncle Jiu shook his head. "I can't do anything to him. A little impatience can ruin a big plan. After all, I'm still in reincarnation now."
He made many, many moves, and he couldn't let a Styx overturn his chessboard and all the moves he had made be overturned.
Russell suddenly remembered. He turned his head in distress and asked, "Master, what should we do? Should we just let the two of them continue to fight?"
There was a violent roar, and the sound of the fight between Minghe and Mengpo could be heard throughout the Three Realms. The entire Heaven was shaking.
This could be considered a battle between the most powerful beings in the three realms, below the saints!
"Master does have a solution!"
Uncle Jiu set his sights on Russell, "That solution is you!"
"I?"
"You're right, your strength is too low. You must improve it, but it's still too slow."
I have been practicing for twenty to thirty years and have become a Golden Immortal and am almost a Daluo. Is this still slow
Russell couldn't help but curl his lips, but the next moment his eyes widened. He saw Uncle Jiu lightly tap his finger, and a drop of blood slowly appeared in the palm of his hand.
That drop of blood looked no different from other blood, but it made Russell swallow his saliva subconsciously. An unusual fragrance entered his mouth and nose, and he felt as if he had taken a tonic pill.
He suddenly remembered a saying, that treasure is a thing of immortals, smelling it can prolong life, tasting it can make you become an immortal instantly.
The body seemed to be cheering, and a feeling of greed arose from the bottom of the heart, constantly waving flags and shouting.
"This, this, this is..."
Russell already had a guess in his mind, and in an instant he saw a flash of blood, which went straight into his chest, just like a dry field being moistened by heavy rain, and his whole body was cheering.
In the blink of an eye, he felt that his already perfect golden body had become stronger again.
baby.
Unbelievable baby...
"This is a drop of my blood. I am almost a saint. My blood has the power to seize the fortune of heaven and earth. It will be a great help to you. I have sealed it in your heart. Otherwise, with your strength, a drop of my blood will crush you to death!"
The blood of a saint has the power to seize the creation of heaven and earth. All herbs can be transformed into elixirs, and mortals can become immortals. One drop of it can destroy thousands of mountains.
"When you are in danger, you can call upon the blood hidden in your heart, but you must use it with caution. It is for your life and can only be used three times at most!"
"And the intervals between these three times cannot be too short, otherwise your body won't be able to handle it and you'll suddenly die!"
Russell was overjoyed when he heard this. Isn't this equivalent to the time when Guanyin Bodhisattva gave the three life-saving hairs to Monkey King
What he did was much more powerful than the three life-saving hairs given by Guanyin Bodhisattva. There is no possibility of comparison between the two.
Russell finally understood why so many people wanted to eat Tang Seng's flesh. Even though he was a Golden Immortal now, he was still no match for a drop of blood from his master. The difference was terrifying, and the benefits it brought were also terrifying.
At this time in the underworld, the fight between Minghe and Mengpo was still difficult to resolve. The two of them fought very restrainedly and neither of them used heavy hands. At their level, there was almost no grudge between life and death, and everyone cherished their lives very much.
"You want to kill me?"
During the thrilling fight, Minghe suddenly felt uneasy, as if a catastrophe was about to happen. At this point in his life, his mind was connected to heaven's will, and he could jump through the long river of time and see the past and the future.
But he found nothing and immediately realized that it must be Daluo. Only Daluo could jump out of the long river of time and make Minghe unable to see the plan.
He immediately glared at Meng Po in front of him. After all, the only one who had a grudge against him and dared to plot against him was Meng Po in front of him.
This stinky woman.
I just said a few extra words, and you want to use the Six Paths of Reincarnation to hit me
"Are you crazy? If you use the Six Paths of Reincarnation, even if you gain the strength of a sub-saint, I'm afraid all your hard work over the past few hundred thousand years will be wasted!"
Minghe was a little panicked. While threatening Mengpo, he also tried to persuade her with emotion and reason. He said that they were all people above Daluo, so they could just use their strength and there was no need to kill them.
Meng Po frowned, not knowing what Minghe was saying, but her mind was working quickly, and she already had the answer in her mind, thinking of that terrible person.
She subconsciously looked up to heaven. Did that man who had planned everything so well really go to reincarnation
It was Meng Po's turning back that caused Minghe to be greatly shocked, because that direction was exactly the Heaven.
Could it be that the Emperor of Heaven has not yet reincarnated
He looked over subconsciously and saw a figure radiating golden light standing on the Lingxiao Palace.
He was very young, and extremely young. He held a longbow emitting golden light in his hand, as if he was going to draw the bow and shoot an arrow, and the direction he was aiming at was exactly him.
this…
Are you going to shoot him
"well… "
Seeing that the Styx had noticed him, Russell sighed in his heart. In the end, all his efforts were in vain.
One is in the thirty-third heaven, and the other is in the underworld. The difference between them is too great. Russell kept adjusting the Sun-Shooting Bow and was about to take aim, but he didn't expect that the Styx was not destined to die and actually turned around and noticed him!
The arrow is on the string!
Russell had no choice but to let go. The long arrow instantly cut through the sky, spanning the heavens. Under the gaze of all the immortals and gods, it instantly pierced through the left arm of the Styx. The long arrow, carrying the remaining limb, sank into the ground and went straight into the underworld.
"Sun-shooting bow?"
This shocking arrow scared the souls of the dead in the Styx so much that they scattered. He was an old man in the Three Realms and had seen the so-called Dayi. But even if Dayi was resurrected, he would not have such a terrifying arrow.
At this moment, there was only one thought in his mind: this was a trap, a trap designed to lure him to death!
Run away!
Under the gazes of many gentlemen, Minghe's body was burning with red blood and turned into a red blood light, escaping from the Three Realms in an instant.
He actually escaped.
Many immortals and gods looked at the figure standing proudly in the sky, and their hearts were filled with bitterness. The younger generation nowadays is really getting more and more cruel...
ps: Four thousand two hundred words today.