Chapter 317 Desperate Situation (33)
At this point, there is no suspense about the outcome of the battle.
Every punch of He Wuchang was a punch that An Jing could not catch even with all his strength, and every palm of his was a palm that An Jing would be knocked away even with all his strength.
With such a fierce offensive, even if An Jing responded in slow motion when he activated Zhi Tian, it would be meaningless.
In an instant, An Jing's body had a series of sunken scars, which were the result of the flesh and blood being cracked and exploded by the too sharp attack.
Blood flowed out of An Jing's mouth, nose, ears, and eyes, mixed with rain and covered his cheeks.
But even so, An Jing was still looking for opportunities and tried to counterattack with punches, but He Wuchang was extremely cautious. He used fists for punches, and the violent impact caused An Jing's right fist to explode with blood and flesh, and the finger bones were exposed.
It was not until this moment that An Jing was knocked out of his stance and hit by a punch from He Wuchang in a battle that was ten times more intense than any inner strong martial artist could withstand. He flew backwards and collapsed a wall. , half of the body was buried in the bricks.
【damn it……】
An Jing fell, but He Wuchang let out a tired sigh and looked at the direction where the young man fell with almost admiration: [What the hell kind of monster is this...]
After An Jing seized the opportunity and smashed the head of the Blood Demon Body, He Wuchang realized that he no longer had any spare time.
It was An Jing who was forced into a desperate situation, but it was also him - a real person at the peak of the Wuchang Shen Zang realm, who was actually forced to use 100% of his skills and concentration in a battle with a young and strong man.
Even though his blood evil incarnation is not known for its strength and does not have many magical formation blessings, it is still a body that can use the power of his destiny and magical powers... Even if he killed He a quarter of an hour ago, Wuchang couldn't imagine that there was someone strong enough to confront him head-on, or even find an opportunity to counterattack!
Before that, this junior even fought head-on and injured two martial arts masters!
Why? !
A junior, strong inside, who is on par with me in terms of skills...or even better than me? Can he even really fight the Grandmaster?
What's the point? Impossible, why?
There are many thoughts in his heart, but He Wuchang understands that reality will be more absurd than all imagination.
At least now, he wins.
[I will never waste your talent and destiny, Jingxuan. In the past, I would never accept a person's soul to merge with me, even if this is the secret technique of death, the original intention of the secret technique of turning life into life]
He Wuchang walked forward slowly, his tone was extremely emotional: [You will not die, you will become a part of me and become the new 'me']
[It’s incredible. I originally thought that I would never be allowed to merge with other people in my life. Unexpectedly, it was just because I didn’t meet anyone who was good enough...]
At this point, He Wuchang's movements and thoughts suddenly stopped. He fell into deep thought, and then suddenly realized: [I see, this is the original intention of the ancient method of transforming life into life.]
[It’s yearning]
[Because of yearning, because I want to become a better existence, I inherited his fate and let myself become another person...]
He laughed and said wildly: [This is the true meaning of the secret method! I understand, I fully understand - Jingxuan, you are indeed my opportunity! 】
In the ruins, An Jing did not reply, but just breathed slowly.
He Wuchang stepped forward.
That's when.
Outside the city, there are thousands of miles of mountains. A dazzling light hangs in the sky, breaking like a waterfall of rain, flowing against the sea of clouds, and piercing the top of the sky!
At this moment, all the rain stopped falling, and the entire sky, all the clouds like mountains, all the tides and rain waves, all stood still in place.
Then... it turned into a mirror.
Buzz!
Above the sky, a large mirror of Tianshui hangs in the sky, dispersing thousands of miles of sea of clouds, forming a huge cloud hole, which carries the light of the sky and makes the mirror shine incomparably.
It was not a real sun, but it was brighter than the sun shrouded in clouds.
"This is Master's magical power..."
An Jing opened his eyes slightly and looked up at the mirror light, but he didn't feel any joy. Because he knows...if the master really uses this extraordinary trump card, it means that he has been pushed to the limit and can only use everything he has to fight against the invincible enemy.
Just like he is now.
[Ming, light, dust! 】
He Wuchang raised his head and looked at the large Tianshui mirror. For a moment, he even forgot about Jingxuan on the side. Instead, he gritted his teeth and said happily: "You actually have a trump card..."
[But this is the end. Today you and your disciples will all perish here! 】
And just when he was venting his fear and pleasure.
Quietly, Anjing, who had been lying in the ruins, struggled to stand up.
An Jing's condition has never been so bad.
Even when he was fleeing, An Jing was just hungry. His flesh and blood still obeyed his orders, he could still summon the strength to kill the enemy, he could still stand upright, catch prey, and walk across the snowfield...if his mother hadn't been injured. , An Jing believed that he could get out of Northern Xinjiang, he had never doubted it.
But now, the bones of his right arm were almost completely shattered, and five ribs were broken. One of them was stuck in his lung, and he slowly pulled it out with skill.
The shoulders, chest and abdomen, as well as the arms and other parts where the force was used to block, can be said to have been almost beaten into mud. Under the blurred flesh and blood, there are pieces of bones shining with a platinum halo.
The body is almost dead, but An Jing's soul is stronger than ever.
so.
In this state, he had unprecedentedly reduced the quiet time of [Tianzi Method] to one breath.
He fell into silence and perfected his insight.
The Taibai Haoling Divine Forbidden City is running.
In inner vision, the body that appears to be near death is actually still full of life.
Just like He Wuchang's cursed blood magic body has no vital points, as a Qi refining monk or even an immortal god in ancient times, there is no doubt that Taibai Haoling Divine Forbidden City has its own unique magic, which can make practitioners transcend. Ordinary, beyond the limits of the body.
Its source is the 'divine ban' that connects the whole body of the practitioner.
Even if the body is close to death, the Divine Forbidden City will still operate endlessly - even if the practitioner's soul is destroyed, the Divine Forbidden City in his body will still continue to operate until it is completely destroyed to the tiniest corner.
Now, Anjing's body is constantly consuming the reserved essence to reshape and condense.
In the Taibai Forbidden Seed, and other bodies that have completed the Divine Restriction, the Legal Restriction flows like water, rushing towards Anjing's wound.
Just like blood coagulation, countless tiny legal restraints condensed on the wounds on his body that were badly damaged, like a tattered rag doll, and then were covered with a platinum-gold film welded by molten iron.
It was originally not enough.
Even if Anjing is not short of money these days, he takes spirit beast meat day and night, eats and drinks a lot and rests well. Shaoyang swordsmanship gathers energy. Most of these reserves are used in practice and are truly stored in the body. There are not many in it.
Even Taibai Haoling Divine Forbidden City cannot create something out of nothing and repair the body without essence.
It was originally not enough.
Unless... there's help.
An Jing felt that in the emperor's blood, there was a ray of divine energy like a clear spring, gurgling out from the divine sea to the dantian, and from the dantian to the whole body.
That is, gentle, peaceful, and the most nourishing vitality.
It is the vitality of [resurrection and borrowing energy].
(End of chapter)