But at this time, Wang Ye didn't even have the time to curse.
Under the influence of this huge amount of energy and blood, Wang Ye began to operate crazily, absorbing it.
Even his face turned red from the excitement of blood.
"Fuck, fuck."
"Slow down, slow down."
"I...I'm going to explode!"
Wang Ye almost gritted his teeth and said the words.
But the three-page paper seemed not to hear it, and continued to spread on its own.
In the end, Wang Ye closed his eyes completely, and his body was surrounded by Qi and blood. From a distance, he could even hear the flow of blood in his body like the sound of a surging river.
Three days later.
The originally gloomy sky suddenly burst into flames with energy, dispersing the gloomy clouds.
then...
A tall black figure appeared in mid-air.
That huge body can be clearly seen even from thousands of miles away.
The black figure slowly lowered his head and looked at Wang Ye, who was sitting cross-legged at his feet with his eyes still closed. There was a touch of complex emotions in his eyes. Finally, he sighed softly and slowly stretched out a finger and pointed at Wang Ye. Ye point go.
Immediately afterwards, a burst of spiritual power suddenly emerged from Wang Ye's back, forming a humanoid figure with a shaved head in mid-air. It was Maitreya.
But at this time, Maitreya's eyes were a little confused, and he subconsciously looked up. Before he could see anything clearly, he was completely lost in the void.
…
A plain.
Maitreya, who was moving forward, suddenly stopped, turned around and looked in one direction, slightly lost in thought: "Did Donor Wang discover the mark left by the poor monk so quickly?"
"But...it doesn't matter anymore."
Muttering to himself, Maitreya sped off in one direction again, his eyes full of determination.
He Maitreya...
About to shock everyone.
…
After the black shadow destroyed Maitreya's spiritual power, he calmly stared at Wang Ye's figure. After a long time, he sighed softly and shook his head: "I don't know... whether it is a blessing or a curse."
With a whisper, the black shadow dissipated between heaven and earth.
Only two jet black balls of light were separated.
One of them escaped far away and disappeared in the blink of an eye, while the other turned into a gem in mid-air, full of depth and weight, and finally fell into the ghost sword next to Wang Ye and was embedded in the last piece. in the groove.
The context reappears.
Wisps of black energy filled the air from the Onizashi sword, and the whole sword looked very strange and unusual. It looked like the kind held by the villain.
Not righteous enough.
At this time, Wang Ye finally opened his eyes, but he did not immediately look at the ghost sword. Instead, he stood up suddenly, looked up to the sky, and shouted: "Who are you? I Who is it again?”
"Wang Ye, can it still be Wang Ye!!!"
It's just that...the surroundings were extremely quiet, and no one responded.
There was only one crooked ghost. After the black figure disappeared, he bravely walked over. Feeling the constant flow of blood in Wang Ye's body, he was full of greed and rushed towards Wang Ye, grinning ferociously. , bit it down.
"roll!"
Wang Ye's eyes were blood red at this time and he stared fiercely.
The next second, the ghost's body exploded and shattered into a ball. Only a few fingers were still squirming on the ground, gathered together, and ran away with support.
"Ah..."
"Even if I reach the level of Liuyu, will I still feel powerless?"
"In other words, only when you reach this level can you barely qualify to know how strong you are?"
Wang Ye smiled mockingly to himself. At this moment, he was not at all happy about being promoted to the Sixth Imperial Guard, and the pressure in his heart was actually a bit greater.
The gap is too far.
Even the seven-color threads that came with the previous exercises were no longer enough to explain the differences between them in detail.
If...
Cultivation is like walking a path.
This road, the Buddhist realm, goes for a hundred meters.
The six emperors are five hundred meters.
Maybe the peak of the Six Imperial Guards can reach a distance of a thousand meters, that is, the Changsheng Emperor and the Arctic Emperor.
but...
Those two, the king, the ancestor, and even the young man in black robe...
At the very least...start at 10,000 meters.
Even farther, so far that Wang Ye couldn't see the end of them clearly. He tried his best, but he could only see 10,000 meters.
"That's so outrageous."
"Why are you resisting? Just wash it off and wait for death!"
Wang Ye fell to the ground in despair, looking like a salty fish, with no hope of life.
All the efforts, all the resistance, and strategies seemed to have become a joke despite the absolute strength.
Wang Ye even doubted that the Buddha's body would even be given to Maitreya.
Maitreya cannot absorb it.
Even a ray of energy and blood can easily burst Maitreya's body.
"Fuck you dog!"
"If it wasn't for setting off fireworks, I would never play again!"
Wang Ye suddenly sat up from the ground, cursed fiercely, took a deep breath, rubbed his face, and put away, or rather hid, the despair.
Anyway, life goes on.
No matter how stressful the situation is, you always need to move forward.
If Wang Ye falls, then the human race... will have no hope.
"so tired."
"Damn it, old fox, I wish I could dig up your grave. Damn it, you don't have a grave!"
After cursing again, Wang Ye picked up the Ghost Sword and silently felt the abilities of the upgraded Ghost Sword.
But the moment Wang Ye tightened his grip on the Ghost Sword, the ball that was thrown in to save Du Ziren suddenly exploded.
Lines of complex words seemed to be alive, floating in Wang Ye's mind, forming columns of words.
Wang Ye covered his head in pain, squatted on the ground and kept roaring.
It felt like my head would explode at any moment.
until...
"Huh, if you kill me, I won't live anymore."
Wang Ye fell to the ground again, breathing heavily, and his clothes were completely soaked with sweat.
for a long time...
Wang Ye staggered and sat up, looking at the words.
For some reason, these were obviously ancient characters, but Wang Ye could instantly understand their meaning.
Just like that, Wang Ye's eyes gradually became shocked and incredible.
until...
"Hahahaha, cough, hahaha..."
"King, ancestor?"
"Wait, wait for me, sooner or later I will cut them all down with one knife."
Wang Ye smiled wildly.
At this moment, although he still looked very weak, he still had a kind of domineering attitude that would make him the best in the world.
Confidence, extremely confident.
It seems that in the next second, he can surpass Wang Qianzu.
until...
A group of monkeys suddenly appeared in the distance. The monkeys were carrying an altar with the city god standing on it.
The city god was still holding a piece of iron in his hand. When he saw Wang Ye from a distance, he waved excitedly.
"no, do not want!"
"I...fuck!"
