Yuhao closed her eyes for a moment, trying to relieve the sting caused by the lightning in the valley. The ubiquitous heat wave made her feel like a fish in a steamer, suffering every moment.
At this time, the valley was filled with steaming clouds and red clouds billowing like waves. A huge golden dragon soared in the clouds and mist, its body curled up high, glaring angrily at Wu Gen who was entangled by it.
Wu Gen's eyes protruded, and veins popped up on his face. The golden light on his body flashes brightly and dimly. This is because the body's potential field is fighting against this giant dragon, protecting his body to the death.
Mu Bai silently looked at everything in the formation, his left hand behind him was clenched into a fist and trembling slightly. Unexpectedly, Wu Gen's resilience was so strong. Even the three-layer Heavenly Furnace Formation could not subdue him. What kind of freak was he?
The golden dragon's body was squeezed away bit by bit, rocks crackling down from the three peaks around the formation. Mu Bai snorted and clenched his left hand hard.
The golden dragon in the sky raised its head and roared, its body suddenly tightened, and it moved towards Lile little by little. There was a crunching sound in the formation, and Wu Gen's body was slowly becoming slender.
Suddenly, the golden dragon's body burst into flames, forming a huge fireball. The flames jumped, and Wu Gen's body became soft. His head was slightly raised and his mouth was wide open, like a dying toad.
Under the strong pressure, Wu Gen's potential field shrank inward little by little. After an unknown amount of time, when Mu Bai wanted to withdraw the formation, finally, with an almost inaudible muffled sound, the potential field attached to Wu Gen's side retreated back to his body.
The valley became quiet, the thunder disappeared, the clouds disappeared, and only the burning red light was still beating. Jin Long looked at Wu Gen, who had lost consciousness, with a trace of disdain in his eyes that was quite humane.
Mu Bai shook his head gently, and just as he was about to loosen his hold on his left hand, his expression suddenly changed.
Beside his feet, a piece of gravel rolled down and danced on the ground. Soon, all the gravel followed, jumping up and down rhythmically, as if welcoming the arrival of something.
Boom, boom, a dull and powerful sound came from the Tianlu array, like thunder in spring, like war drums on the battlefield, resounding in the silent valley.
Wu Gen's heart started beating again, and the golden dragon on his body also trembled.
A black energy seeped out from Wu Gen's left hand, lingering on his arm like a poisonous snake, as if he was wearing a black bracelet. Then, more black air came out, one by one, criss-crossing, attached to Wu Gen's head and legs, and gradually covered his whole body.
Suddenly, Wu Gen's body moved, and his black eyes slowly opened, revealing two abyss. He tilted his head and looked at the golden dragon entrenched high in front of him.
Jinlong seemed to feel a little uneasy, and his body began to swim. This situation is a bit funny. One is a huge golden dragon, and the other is a human race that is not as big as a dragon's claw. No matter how you look at it, the human race is at a disadvantage.
But the strange thing is that Jin Long is afraid of this little person, and keeps shaking his head, trying to get away from Wu Gen's body.
The corners of Wu Gen's mouth were raised high to both sides, forming a strange arc, half-smiling but not smiling, as he stared at Jin Long in such a weird way. There was no emotion visible in Ru Mo's pupils.
Amidst the laughter, Wu Gen's body swelled rapidly, his belly bulging high, resembling a middle-aged man with a big belly.
Jinlong's body was tense, just like the noodles in the hands of a ramen chef, being squeezed into thinner and thinner shapes. Finally, Jinlong could no longer withstand the strong pressure and was violently bounced away. His body rolled in the formation, and he finally managed to regain his balance.
"What's wrong with him?" outside the formation, Yu Hao cried out.
Mu Bai did not answer, but stared at Wu Gen in the air, his expression suddenly frightened, confused, and excited. His left hand hidden behind his back was also trembling slightly.
Suddenly, Wu Gen's body disappeared from where it was. When it reappeared, it was on the head of the golden dragon, and its body had returned to its original state. With a weird smile on his face, he grabbed the two horns of the golden dragon.
Regardless of Jinlong's struggle, Wu Gen broke it off with both hands, and the two insubstantial horns were pulled out, turning into two fluffy sparks and disappearing into the formation.
The deafening roar of the dragon rang out, resounding throughout the entire valley. On Junshan Mountain, countless birds flew out of the forest, flying around in panic.
"Wu Gen." Mu Bai shouted loudly.
Wu Gen looked back at him, his tongue slid across his lips, and one hand slowly but firmly inserted into the golden dragon's body. A string of sparks flowed down from the golden dragon's body like molten iron.
Regardless of Jin Long's struggle, Wu Gen clamped the dragon's body tightly with his legs and inserted his hands into Jin Long's body. With a muffled groan, the huge dragon body was torn open, and sparks like a waterfall fell from the sky. The entire valley was filled with thick smoke and sparks flying.
Naturally, Jinlong didn't want to end up being split into two halves, so he tried his best to twist the lost dragon's head, and spit out a mouthful of white fire with a hint of purple in the middle at Wu Gen, who was standing on his body, peeling and cramping diligently.
The flames ignored Wu Gen's clothes and rushed directly into Wu Gen's body, roasting his internal organs and burning his bones.
The black energy on Wu Gen's body began to squirm, like countless spider threads swaying in the wind, falling towards the white fire one after another. When the flame met the black thread, it was like meeting water, and it immediately weakened a lot. But at the same time, some of the black silk was also consumed, and Wu Gen, who was originally dark, revealed his mottled true color.
Wu Gen, who was tearing the dragon's body violently, suddenly stopped for a moment, and his eyes became clear. Regardless of the raging white flames, Wu Gen grabbed the dragon's head and bathed his entire body in the fire.
The golden dragon struggled even more fiercely, flames spurting out desperately. At the same time, the black silk on Wu Gen's body also became active. While resisting the damage caused by the flames to Wu Gen's body, a part of it separated and attached to the golden dragon, like countless A black snake spread rapidly from the dragon's head to its body.
As a result, the black silk on Wu Gen's body was reduced, and the blackness in his eyes also faded a lot. With a loud roar, the huge dragon head was split into two halves.
A three-color fireball the size of an egg flew out from the dragon's body, spinning and escaping outwards. Seeing that he was about to escape from the formation, Wu Gen jumped up, opened his mouth and sucked in, and the fireball just fell into his mouth.
With a bang, Wu Gen's body burst into flames, and the sky was filled with soaring flames. Flames spurted out from all the seven orifices, as if he was the reincarnation of the ancient god of fire.
These flames and the black lines on Wu Gen's body collided with each other and continued to melt, so that the black lines on Wu Gen's body were mottled and distant, and could no longer cover his whole body.
But judging from the confrontation between the two, the black line is obviously better. After several attempts, the flames are retreating steadily, and the black line has a tendency to make a comeback.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Wu Gen stood on the fire platform, took a horse stance, stretched out his fists with his palms upward, and roared: "Open."
A grain of light appeared from the Dantian. It looked like a firefly at first, then gradually resembled a candle flame, and finally looked like a moon wheel. The light was very pure, as untainted and unfiltered as the midday sun, clear and translucent, piercing Wu Gen's body and shooting out in all directions like a sword.
In this blood-red valley, Wu Gen stands on a stone platform like a god, with light and black threads intertwined with each other, bringing together the purity and darkness of the world at the same time.
Wu Gen roared in pain, trying his best to shine the light on those black lines that were ready to move. Just now, he was entangled by the golden dragon and lost consciousness under the heavy pressure. When his personal world was facing destruction, he didn't take any initiative and took the initiative to fight against the flames. Under a devastating offensive, the death energy took control of Wu Gen's whole body.
Fortunately, the three-color flame of the golden dragon slightly suppressed the raging death energy, giving Wu Gen a slight buffer.
But by this time, the death energy has taken over most of the body, and it can no longer be driven away by its own strength. In panic, Wu Gen suddenly discovered that due to the fight between the death energy and the three-color fire, a corner of the heart of light wrapped in it was exposed.
Only the pure light of the Heart of Light can compete with the energy of death. In desperation, I could only take the risk to communicate with him through the Light Sutra.
Wu Gen hasn't practiced much since he obtained this sutra from Zhu Qianhua. Today he just put it on the shelves and reluctantly gave it a try.
I don’t know if it was because the Heart of Light had been restrained by the Death Qi for too long. After a little communication, the Heart of Light actually responded. The endless source of Xirui continued to pour out. Using Wu Gen’s body as the battlefield, he launched a fierce charge towards the Death Qi. .
The three-color fire has long been exhausted. It is just the formation of the Heavenly Furnace Formation. It can be said to be powerful to ordinary people, but to the death energy and Xi Guang, it is like a firefly to the bright moon.
On the stone platform, Wu Gen's legs were trembling, and his whole body was shaking like chaff. The battle between the Death Qi and the Heart of Light inevitably affects Wu Gen. These two powerful forces were coming and going, and Wu Gen's body was gradually unable to bear the battle between the two.
At this time, half of Wu Gen's body was shrouded in black energy, and the other half was glowing with light. There was a curved arc in the middle, as if a person was divided into two halves.
Mu Bai in the audience watched all this, his usually calm face suddenly became rippled, and he opened his mouth a few times but made no sound. His eyes were fixed on Wu Gen, as if he was thinking about something.
But there was another change on the stage, and the black energy took over, attacking the heart of light crazily. Wu Gen could not help but feel a sense of despair in his heart. He had already felt that as the black energy was rampant, his energy and blood were rapidly draining. If he did not suppress both, he might be exhausted today.
After calming down, Wu Gen closed his eyes tightly. On the one hand, he tried his best to suppress the spread of death energy, and on the other hand, he carefully communicated with the heart of light and released more xianguang, but he could not release too much and burn his body. This is like walking on a single-plank bridge while carrying a load. If you are not careful, you may lose your balance.
Stretching out his left hand, the black ring in the palm of his hand was slowly rotating. With every turn, the death energy in the body increases. Wu Gen took a deep breath and was about to take the risk to let out more light again. Suddenly a low scolding was heard.
Mu Bai's hands flew quickly, bursts of white energy emerged from his body, and a huge golden Zhen character appeared in front of him. With a flick of his hand, Zhenzi flew to Wu Gen's head and started to rotate around it.
As the characters rotated, strands of golden light fell and entered Wu Gen's body, gradually forcing back the death energy in his body.
The word "Zhen" fell slowly and slowly integrated into Wu Gen's body. The death energy was finally suppressed, and the heart of light became quiet.
"Take it." Mu Bai waved his hand, and the nine flags in the air flew back to his hand. However, these flags were a little dim and there were some holes on them. It seemed that this magic weapon would not be used again for a while.
Gu Zhong finally returned to normal, and Mu Bai walked to Wu Gen in a few steps. Looking at Wu Gen who fell asleep due to exhaustion, his expression was complicated.
"Hello, please go out for now. You are not allowed to enter this mountain without my teacher's permission." Mu Bai's tone was stern.
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