After arriving at the Shuang Temple, the little golden retriever was humiliated one after another. If Wu Shu hadn't intercepted him just now, the sword would have penetrated Little Golden Retriever's throat. After seeing Wu Shu's strength, Shuang Zi actually wanted to send Wu Shu away with a small profit.
The little golden retriever said loudly, "Hey, do you really think that Brother Wu Shu is a three-year-old child?"
"Once upon a time, this young master dreamed of being able to break the shackles of the curse and possess the power of his own blood. By chance, this young master went through all kinds of hardships. Unknowingly, this young master also grew up to where he is today. .”
"The power of the secret method is perfect in the secret method realm, and the body refining realm is half a step into the transcendent realm."
As he spoke, the black dragon armor emerged from Wu Shu's body, and its powerful devouring power was wildly devouring everything around him. And as wisps of holy energy were swallowed into Wu Shu's body, the ground in front of Shuang Temple became softer, and the steps in front of the hall also lost their luster.
"Comfortable!"
Plunging into the soil, the little golden retriever said happily.
"Devil Dragon Swallowing Technique?"
Wu Shu's practice of the Demonic Dragon Devouring Technique is not a secret in the Huahua world. The only thing that makes Shuang Sheng feel strange is why Wu Shu dares to swallow the holy energy around the Shuang Temple so wantonly.
"Little guy, even though I knew that Ben Shuangsheng was good at the power of space, I still chose to forcibly swallow the holy energy around the Shuang Temple. I am very curious about how you can refine the holy energy that you have swallowed into your body. "
After a pause, Shuang Sheng sneered, "If you have lived enough, you can die in a pleasant way."
With a sneer, Wu Shu was too lazy to respond to Shuang Sheng.
As wisps of semi-god-level spiritual power emanated from Wu Shu's consciousness, a depressing aura filled the air above Shuang Temple.
"Thunder will lead to all the enemies!"
"Ancestral Bloodline Martial Arts, Thunderstorm!"
Dark clouds appeared out of thin air, and the strong power of thunder and lightning directly occupied the Shuangsheng Temple area. At the moment when Wushu drew the thunder and ancestral blood martial arts at the same time, the entire Shuangshuang Temple was instantly destroyed by a sea of thunder. submerged.
"Is this the end?"
Little Golden Retriever exclaimed when he saw Shuang Sheng being swallowed up by the sea of thunder and instantly turning into ashes.
Shaking his head, Wu Shu said, "The person in front of me is still a fake body of Shuang Sheng."
Another fake body? The little golden retriever said unhappily, "It's not over yet. Is this holy character just a turtle with a shrunken head?"
Immediately afterwards, Little Golden Retriever said again, "Brother Wu Shu, this holy character must be delaying time. If you want to kill it, you need to use more ruthless means."
These words spoke to Wu Shu's heart. If he wanted to take down Shuangsheng Temple, he could only cut through the mess quickly.
Taking one step forward, Wu Shu spread his right palm flat in front of him. When the power of purple thunder and lightning transformed from lightning form into crystal form in Wu Shu's palm, the surrounding air seemed to be still. And as Wu Shu shattered the purple thunder crystal with a sudden blow, and the power of blue thunder and lightning loomed in his palm, the surrounding air boiled.
With the current strength of martial arts, it is very easy to condense the power of thunder and lightning into purple crystals, but blue crystals are still somewhat difficult.
Taking advantage of the situation, he shattered some of the crystals of blue thunder and lightning power in his palm. Wu Shu said unhurriedly, "The so-called invisible realm is nothing more than using the power of natural forms scattered among all things in the most primitive way. Come and use it.”
"The power of thunder and lightning exists in all things, but some people believe that only when the power of thunder and lightning reaches a certain level of purity can it be visible to the naked eye. After gaining a certain understanding of the invisible realm, this young master is I have a deeper understanding.”
"It will be even more deadly to use the power of thunder and lightning that is difficult to condense on its own and let it defend the enemy in its natural form."
After saying so much, Shuangzi's real body still didn't show up. The little golden retriever beside him said anxiously, "This little turtle is really unhappy."
Shaking his head helplessly, Wu Shu said, "It's true that I won't shed tears until I see the coffin!"
"town!"
"Thousands of arrows pierce the heart!"
The originally dazzling thunder sea dissipated instantly, replaced by invisible thunder and lightning power. Under the collision of these invisible thunder and lightning forces, spatial fluctuations visible to the naked eye appeared.
Click, click,...
As a large number of cracks appeared on the wooden chairs in the Shuang Temple, a white-haired old man whose body was penetrated by several thunder spears also appeared.
"Stop! Stop it!"
The white-haired old man waved his hand casually, and Wu Shu and the little golden retriever appeared in front of him. After seeing the old man's face clearly, the little golden retriever said unhappily, "Old man, you finally showed up."
"Wait a minute, you have misunderstood. The fake body that you were entangled with earlier is not within the control of this Illusion Saint."
He spoke too hastily, and the white-haired old man kept coughing.
The little golden retriever was still unhappy and said, "Old guy, you still want to pretend?"
The white-haired old man shook his head hurriedly and said, "This is all Fei's conspiracy. If the little friend hadn't made a big fuss here, the true body of this Shuangsheng would still be sealed in the wooden chair."
Little Golden Retriever said in disbelief, "Brother Wushu, there is no need to talk nonsense, just refine the holy blood in his body directly."
Speaking of the holy blood, the white-haired old man sighed, "Alas... all the holy words in the flower world come from the hands of the flower saint. In order to completely suppress Feishou, the flower saint even used his own essence and blood to All of them are integrated into the world of flowers. However, what makes us feel ashamed is that as the holy atmosphere and holy blood in the world of flowers continue to disappear, in order to extend the life of every holy word in the world of flowers, we are actually I came up with the idea of Feishou Essence and Blood."
"Hundreds of years ago, after Ben Shuangsheng absorbed the second drop of Fei Shou's essence and blood, Ben Shuangsheng's temperament suddenly changed drastically. Whenever he closed his eyes and fell into deep thought, a familiar voice would echo in his heart. After that, In order to resolve the evil thoughts in his heart, Ben Shuangsheng conducted an investigation into the source of Feishou’s essence and blood.”
"Alas... Ben Shuangsheng never thought that all the essence and blood of the most famous people in the Flower World come from the hands of the Flower Saint. The flower characters in the Flower World also come from the Flower Saint, and are different from the Flower Saint's body. Yes, although the Flower Saint in the Flower World is very capable, his actions do not distinguish between good and evil."
"Then, when all the saints in the Huahua World turned their attention to the battle between the Literary Saint and the Martial Saint, the Flower Saint appeared in the Shuang Temple, and directly suppressed this Shuang Saint with the terrifying power of space sealing. "
"Then, this Shuangsheng was suppressed in a wooden chair, and everything in the Shuangsang Temple was controlled by this Shuangsheng's fake body."
"Alas, over the years, in order to break through the space restrictions on the wooden chair, Ben Shuangsheng has almost consumed all the remaining saint-level essence and blood in his body. If he hadn't met the two of you today, I am afraid that Ben Shuangsheng would have completely disappeared from the wooden chair. middle."
Seeing the white-haired old man swearing so solemnly, the little golden retriever said in disbelief, "Old man, you are really good at making up stories. Do you think Brother Wushu is a three-year-old child?"
