359. I'm Giving You Face, Right? Let Me Pretend To Be A Martial Artist? ! (6)

The pain was almost unbearable.

He couldn't help but put his head in his hands and curled up on the ground.

A large amount of bright red blood flowed out from his seven orifices, like a little bloody snake, meandering around on his white body.

This process lasted for more than half an hour, during which the boy did not know how much blood shed, almost completely dyeing the surrounding ice and snow red.

After the pain subsided a little, he slowly let go of his hands holding his head.

The whole person was panting violently, and there was not even a trace of blood on his cheeks.

The boy struggled to get up from the ground, all the muscles in his body trembling.

He was hurt badly.

The body of the martial saint that has been cultivated for more than a hundred years has been completely destroyed...

"Fortunately, I exchanged for a bottle of God Fusion Liquid last time, otherwise, even if the martial arts spirit escaped, it would not be able to survive at all with the cloned secondary body prepared long ago..."

But even so, he is still in a state of dying.

How could it be so easy to replace the martial body, the fusion of the gods can only eliminate the barrier between his martial arts soul and this auxiliary body.

The cohesion and fit between the soul and the secondary body have to be cultivated slowly.

This process is very long, even in the peak period of Ji Dao Martial Saint, it will take ten years or even longer to finish all this.

After the end, the strength will drop by at least 30%.

Not to mention, the current martial arts soul of Ji Dao Martial Saint is still on the verge of shattering.

Just like a candle in the wind, it may be completely annihilated at any time.

"Lu Sheng!"

Jidao Wusheng couldn't help gnashing his teeth when he thought of this name.

But apart from hatred, there is more shock, horror... and deep fear that goes deep into the bone marrow.

The older a person is, the more he fears death.

Wu Sheng is no exception.

Especially the old antiques like Jidao Martial Saints who survived the Dragon and Lion War.

He remembered the process of being repeatedly ravaged by Lu Sheng and being helpless.

And Lu Sheng's last punch...

The great horror of life and death.

Jidao Wusheng is still covered in cold sweat when he thinks about it now.

If it weren't for the life-saving talisman that he sacrificed at the end with the martial arts will of a tenth-level powerhouse, there would be no possibility of escaping back alive.

It's hard to imagine that he, who is a majestic ninth-level Martial Saint, can be forced to such a level by an eighth-level martial artist.

Monsters, monsters, inhumans!..”

At the age of more than 200 years, Ji Dao Wusheng couldn't find any words that could accurately describe Lu Sheng.

"How can there be such a level of genius on our first-level resource star? Eighth-level has such terrifying strength. If it is ninth-level, wouldn't it be possible to directly walk out of the planet?"

"Also...he should be dead already?"

"It must be dead!"

Jidao Martial Saint shook his head, and said in a firm tone: "A blow from a tenth-level powerhouse, no matter how strong his combat power and skills are, he is still at level eight...

How can a martial body survive without being condensed by the general trend of the world.

Even at the peak of level nine, under that blow, if you don't die, you will be seriously injured..."

Jidao Wusheng couldn't help but feel a pain in his flesh when he thought of this.

It took him more than a hundred years of accumulated resources to exchange for the life-saving talisman with the martial arts will of a tenth-level strongman.

The original idea was not to save his life, but to use it to comprehend the Tao of tenth level and seek for that slight opportunity to be promoted to tenth level.

Unexpectedly, there was a time when it came in handy.

And it was still used on a mere eighth-level opponent.

It's just off the charts!

"The control over the inheritance of low-level resource stars is too strict, and they will not easily allow the birth of strong people with power beyond their own control...

Otherwise, I don’t have to use this method to spy on the tenth level.”

But these things are meaningless to Ji Dao Wu Sheng now.

He is hanging like this now, he can survive smoothly, and he will be thankful to restore his strength to half the height when he was at the peak.

What about the tenth level of Taoism?

Ji Dao Martial Saint was thinking, at this time his brain began to stab like a knife again, and his seven orifices began to bleed crazily.

He stumbled towards a place, and found a boxy black suitcase under a boulder beside Tianchi.

Take a few bottles of potion from the suitcase and quickly pour them into your mouth.

After drinking the potion, after a while, he slowly recovered.

He grabbed a handful of snow on the ground and wiped off the blood on his face.

The icy snow slid across his cheeks, unexpectedly giving him a slight tingling sensation.

"It's been years since I felt... this weak feeling..."

Ji Dao Wu Sheng took out another set of clothes from the suitcase and put them on indiscriminately.

Then he stared at the suitcase for a while, glanced around, and said to himself: "I can't stay in this place anymore, sooner or later someone will come to the door.

I need to find someone to take shelter.

Tan Zhongyu...Lin Zhengyue..."

Ji Dao Wusheng's eyes flickered, he struggled a little between the two names, and soon made a choice.

"The remaining things should be enough to exchange for his asylum. With his character, he shouldn't be able to do anything to take advantage of it...

There is no way.

Jidao Sixiang and Erbasu under the command of Jidao Wusheng died completely in this battle.

Now he doesn't even have anyone who can use him. Although the Jidao Martial Art Museum is powerful, his real confidantes are only Jidao Sixiang and Erbasu, and the other people...

Who knows what kind of ghost each is pregnant with, he dare not believe anyone.

The safest way is to immediately find a reliable big tree to shelter from the wind and rain.

He is now at his weakest. Once the news of the First Battle of Ninghai comes out, God knows how many people who smell blood will come to him.

After all, a legacy of a ninth-level martial saint...

Enough to make more than 90% of people excited.

Maybe even foreign forces will come to join in the fun.

Jidao Martial Saint packed up his things [I don't have any nostalgia for everything on the outside peak this day.

Even at this moment, under the Tianchi Lake, the bodies of his dead wife and children are still buried.

Hastily descended the Tianwai Peak.

He used to be a martial sage, and he could cross an unknown distance with one thought, and it took only a few breaths to leave Tianwai Peak.

Now walking down the mountain, I realize how difficult this road is.

"Ah Chiu!"

Ji Dao Martial Saint sneezed violently, wrapped his hands tightly around his clothes, his face was blue and purple from the cold, his whole body was trembling, and the clear water from his nose was almost running down his face.

"Why did I just choose such a place as a place to cultivate in the first place. And I haven't prepared a winter coat yet, I'm freezing to death..."

His secondary body is too weak, not even the strength of a master.

Walking down this road, one foot was deep and the other was shallow, and he almost froze to death.

0...asking for flowers...

The key point was that his mind was injured, his brain was still hurting, and he felt like he was going to have a nosebleed again.

Ji Dao Wu Sheng walked down in a daze.

I don't know how long I walked, and suddenly...

"Shua!"

Suddenly, two figures appeared in front of him.

Ji Dao Wu Sheng played cleverly and raised his head suddenly.

I saw two tall, tall and burly men standing in front of me, looking down at me.

The energy and blood of the two were like an oven, and the ice and snow around them melted at a speed visible to the naked eye where they stood.

"Boy!"

A man with a square face between the two stared at Ji Dao Martial Saint, and said coldly: "Is the Tianwai Peak going up from here?"

"What do you call me?"

Ji Dao Wu Sheng squinted his eyes, his cold light burst out, and his whole body suddenly exuded a lofty aura of looking down on the world and looking down on the common people.

But when he said that, he was suddenly startled.

Something is wrong.

He doesn't seem to be a martial artist anymore.

Oops!

Ji Dao Martial Saint quickly raised his head, and suddenly found that the two masters in front of him were all staring at him in a daze.

0...0

‘Could it be that you were intimidated by my aura?

Jidao Martial Saint was overjoyed, 'Sure enough, even if I don't have the strength, the might of a hundred-year-old Martial Saint still exists...

The more Ji Dao Martial Saint thought about it, the more he felt that it was true, and he couldn't help thinking: 'Is it possible to take these two people under his command and escort me all the way to that person?

Ji Dao Martial Saint hadn't finished thinking, when he suddenly heard the two people in front of him speak.

"What did this kid just say? My seat?"

"Fuck, I was almost scared by him..."

Ji Dao Martial Saint hurriedly raised his head, but saw a big fan-like hand slamming towards him.

It slapped him on the cheek and sent his whole body flying, rolling around on the snow.

"Give you a face, right?!"

A grand master glared fiercely at Jidao Wusheng: "How can you let me pretend to be a Wusheng with the strength to climb a mountain so that your nose is covered with cold?

Claim yourself in front of us, and watch how I beat you to death...

With that said, the gesture is about to come up.

Fortunately, the person next to him pulled him back.

"Forget it, you dare to wear such little clothes on the top of the mountain with such strength. You must be a fool, and your brain is not very bright...

We'd better go find Tianwai Peak quickly to find out the situation of Jidao Martial Saint.

Don't delay business. "

The hands-on master's expression changed, and he finally nodded.

Chongji Dao Martial Saint spat, and said coldly: "You are lucky, kid.

See you next time and see if I don't punch your shit out!"

After finishing speaking, the two of them flickered and walked away quickly.

Jidao Wusheng struggled to get up from the snow, opened his mouth with a "wow", and spit out two knocked out teeth.

He looked at the direction where the two left, covered his swollen left face, trembling with anger.

"Okay, okay, wait for me..."

There was a strong venomous light in Ji Dao Martial Saint's eyes, and he said word by word: "When I recover my strength, I will crush you both to ashes and torture you to death..."

After speaking, he was full of aggrieved, and continued to stagger down the mountain with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

On the road, the seven orifices were bleeding again, all the way along the way, the snow was covered with red spots, it was very sad....