"Dazhou Zhenwuhou!"
"Jiang Shirong has also arrived, but this is a bit difficult to handle!"
"The vision that just broke out is so amazing. I wonder what kind of strange treasure it is?"
"So what about Marquis Wu, everyone in the world has the chance to obtain the Wutu treasure. Let's do it together. No matter how strong he is, he is still one person!"
"You you on the line!"
Many figures were alarmed and ran towards the place where the vision arose. However, after seeing Jiang Shirong's figure, they all stopped and watched quietly, not daring to move forward.
"Jiang is blind and doesn't know the identity of the senior!"
In the clearing at the foot of the mountain, Jiang Shirong and the fat old man looked at each other, their steps suddenly stopped, and a rare look of surprise flashed in their eyes.
The old man in front of him was fat and slovenly, with a greasy face, and a hint of stupidity in his narrow eyes. At a glance, he was not much different from the beggars begging on the street.
But it gives people a very strange and mysterious feeling.
The pores on his body were closed, and not a trace of blood was leaked out. Standing where he was, he couldn't feel any of his aura or aura at all, as if it was just a shadow reflected by light.
But every tiny movement of the fat old man, even his breathing, was in perfect harmony with the regular movement of this world.
No matter what actions he makes, he will achieve the best performance under the influence of the heaven, earth, sun, moon and stars.
No matter where you are, you can be blessed by the mighty power of heaven and earth. Any region is your home field and has a natural advantage.
At this moment, he was just standing, and there was a strange field surrounding him that ordinary martial artists and Taoists could not see or feel.
Jiang Shirong has developed similar abilities since he destroyed Jiang Li's Qi veins with one finger outside Shengjing City a few months ago, broke some of his heart barriers, and touched the Bridge to the Sky.
But compared with the old man, there is a long way to go. If it weren't for the luck lent by Emperor Jing, he would have been at a disadvantage just when the two sides were facing each other.
"Um?"
Scanning the other people present from the corner of his eye, Jiang Shirong recognized the black dog and the deer demon at a glance. They were both the big demons around Jiang Li.
The divine tower was opened, and Jiang Li was not allowed to leave Anmang City without permission from King Jing. However, the monsters under his command were not restricted. It was not surprising to see them here.
Zuo Zhiwan's realm was average, but the gourd-shaped magic weapon on his waist was a bit special.
As for the boy holding the Wu Tu Kun Zai?
Jiang Shirong's eyes narrowed and his heart skipped a beat. Not even the Wutu Kunzai in the boy's hand could attract his attention.
This child, who is only five years old, has almost the same appearance as Jiang Li when he was a child, and his demeanor and movements are also very similar.
If there was no way to rejuvenate one's youth in this world, he would have almost thought this person was Jiang Li.
The black dog and the deer demon were both with the fat old man. They did not stand with the child who looked exactly like Jiang Li, which could also prove that the child was not Jiang Li.
only……
Jiang Shirong frowned slightly. As the number one warrior in the world and Minister of the Ministry of War of the Great Zhou Dynasty, he was actually at a loss at this moment.
"Woof?"
The big black dog didn't pay much attention to Jiang Li before. Now that he looked carefully, he couldn't help but feel a creepy feeling.
Recognizing people by smelling their breath is its strength!
"Jiang Shirong, I have heard of your name. You do have the arrogance of a lifetime, but it is nothing more than that. I have seen many people like you in the past thousand years!"
The fat old man coughed lightly and said calmly: "It is not easy for you to practice martial arts, but today will change, and the oppression of the great road will be reduced. This is your opportunity to become a human immortal. I will not kill you today.
I have been alone for too long. That kind of loneliness that is invincible in the world is really hard to bear. I am also very willing to see the birth of new immortals in the Kyushu world. You go! "
With that said, he turned around and went to get Jiang Li's Wutu Kunzai.
"Senior calls himself a human immortal?"
When Jiang Shirong heard this, his eyes retracted and fell on the fat old man again. He suddenly smiled and said, "If I had never touched the Tongtian Bridge and heard the words of my senior today, I would probably believe it immediately and run away."
"Junior, you don't believe me?"
The fat old man's eyes turned cold, he glanced at Jiang Shirong with contempt, and said coldly: "Well, since you don't know how to praise me, old man, I will use my fists and kicks today to deal with you. It's just a pity that you have only half a foot on the threshold of the immortal. But we can only stop here!”
"It's not that I doubt senior, it's just that you and I have been facing each other for a long time, but we haven't felt a single bit of senior's fist spirit!"
Jiang Shirong bowed deeply to the fat old man and said: "Senior has lived for so long and knows his true identity. Why bother to be greedy for these external things? After all, to senior, these things are like gold and silver. There is no need to win!”
"What does Jiang Shirong mean by this?"
The deer demon was confused and asked secretly to the big black dog.
"I read less, how could I know this?"
The big black dog's attention was now focused on Jiang Li. No matter how he identified it, he felt that the boy in front of him was Jiang Li!
But Jiang Li was obviously close to adulthood, and the boy in front of him looked like he had just been weaned!
"Strange, why has Marquis Wu not taken action yet?"
"You even bowed to that man? In this vast world, besides Emperor Jing, who else can he treat with such caution?"
The people watching from a distance were also very surprised and puzzled.
"What is my identity? I am a human being, a genuine human being!"
The fat old man looked like a big cat whose tail had been stepped on. His face turned red and he was furious. The whole world seemed to be aware of his anger. The air within a radius of hundreds of miles was frozen, and even the giant cat floating in the air weighing more than 100 million yuan was frozen. Wanjun's Wuyuan aura was also imprisoned.
But even so, the fat old man was just furious, but still didn't take action.
But such momentum shocked the onlookers from a distance.
When the fat old man's anger affected the world, an irresistible force also imprisoned and suppressed the entire space around them.
"Human Immortal?"
"It's impossible. It's impossible for human beings to be born in this world, and it's impossible for human beings to survive and walk around the world without any obstacles!"
"But such power cannot be possessed by a peak martial saint. Not even Jiang Shirong can achieve it!"
…
"Senior, what's the trouble? You can be regarded as a spiritual being born in the world. Since you have the ability of immortality, you can feel the world. You were born and have nothing to do with this destiny and the great road. What's the trouble of being so persistent? !”
Jiang Shirong straightened his body, took long steps, and walked towards Jiang Li, ignoring the fat old man's existence.
"Senior, Marquis Zhenwu doesn't take you seriously, how can you bear this tone?" The big black dog couldn't help but whispered anxiously as he watched Jiang Shirong getting closer and closer to Wutu Kunzai.
"Perhaps Jiang Shirong is right. All the luck and greatness in this world have nothing to do with me. I am a human immortal, but not a human immortal. Even I don't know exactly what I am!"
The fat old man suddenly smiled sadly. He looked at the chaotic world in front of him with complicated eyes, which seemed to have touched some emotions in his heart.
"I know, the old man turned out to be a fallen immortal!" The deer demon suddenly thought of something.
"Fallen Immortal?" The big black dog looked confused.
"The so-called fallen immortals are spiritual bodies reborn from the corpses of human immortals!"
The deer demon whispered: "Human immortals practice martial arts and temper their physical bodies. The body and spirit merge into one. They are inseparable from each other. Once the body dies, the spirit and body will die at the same time.
But there are also some human immortals who, for unknown reasons, turn to Taoism and deprive their spirits from their bodies to survive thunder tribulations, and directly become ghost immortals with five or more thunder tribulations, possessing the bodies of human immortals and the abilities of ghost immortals at the same time.
But once their spiritual thoughts are all gone, their physical bodies will remain. The human and immortal mortal bodies are immortal. If they are stored in some special environments, their spiritual intelligence will be reborn by chance! "
"I understand, you are saying that the mortal body is equivalent to a super powerful magic weapon. The magic weapon contains spiritual wisdom. After successful cultivation, it will become a weapon spirit!"
The big black dog somewhat understood.
No wonder he always felt that something was wrong with the fat old man. He was very different from the legendary immortal. It turned out to be this reason.
Fallen immortals, fallen immortals, immortals who have fallen into the mortal world!
"The little guy is right. I was actually born in this world of the God Tower. When I was born, I was no different from a baby. I lived in a state of confusion for many years before I gradually gained some thoughts and ideas!"
The fat old man looked at Jiang Shirong's back and said with a wry smile: "One day in Kyushu is several days or even dozens of days in the God Tower Space. I don't know how long I lived here until a thousand years ago, the God Tower Space came to Jiuzhou and re-opened." After opening up, I truly saw creatures that looked the same as me, and only then did I come into contact with people who entered the space of the God Tower, and only then did I understand the world!"
"You were born as a human being, what kind of luck is this!" The big black dog was speechless.
"It's both luck and curse!"
The deer demon shook his head: "Since you know about weapon spirits, you should understand that weapon spirits are born based on magic weapons. They have natural advantages but also many limitations and flaws!"
"Of course I know that the old man has the body of an immortal, but does not have the corresponding spiritual realm. Moreover, the immortal body has an impeccable body. His breath and blood cannot communicate with the outside world. He lacks some proper perceptions. It is difficult to achieve a profound level of martial arts. As for the The realm of Taoism..."
The big black dog sighed: "The soul is imprisoned in the flesh shell and cannot leave the shell. Naturally, it cannot cultivate!"
"The treasures of heaven and earth are indeed of no use to me. Even good or bad luck has nothing to do with me. I am like a complete bystander. Many things in this world have nothing to do with me!"
The fat old man shook his fat body, but his tone suddenly became firm: "But even a fallen immortal is an immortal. This world has nothing to do with me, but it doesn't mean that there is no one in this world that I care about!
"Jiang Shirong, I am destined to win Wu Tu Kunzai. My martial arts level is indeed not as good as yours, but you are not a real immortal either!"
Before he finished speaking, the figure of the fat old man had disappeared.
"Junior, where are you from?"
Jiang Shirong had already walked up to Jiang Li. He looked directly into the child's eyes, full of scrutiny and questioning, as if he wanted to see something behind the child's eyes.
But at the same moment, a big hand suddenly came out of the void, grabbed Jiang Shirong, and brought him into the depths of the cloud sky 10,000 meters high.
Jiang Shirong is not a real human being. His feet cannot leave the earth for a long time. Once the support of the earth is lost, the martial artist's strength cannot be exerted to its maximum.
Although the fat old man does not have the realm of a martial saint, his immortal body can allow him to fly into the sky and into the earth.
"Fallen immortals are also immortals!"
Jiang Li raised his head and looked into the sky. Jiang Shirong, who was caught in the air, swayed and skillfully escaped from the fat old man's big hand.
He stepped on the aura of essence floating in the air, jumped up, and merged his overbearing fist spirit with his whole body's luck, and hit the fat old man's throat with one punch.
His hands turned into claws, and he continued to move around the fat old man with extremely fast movements, splitting the muscles and bones, and hitting the most vulnerable parts of the body, but it did not cause any effective damage at all.
The fat old man rushed forward without any plan. His rough and shallow martial arts attainments were not even comparable to those of an ordinary Yiwu Realm martial artist, but when displayed with a human-immortal body, he had a terrifying power that was difficult to match. .
The punch was blasted out, and it was unknown how much essence aura was brought within the area, and the entire Wutu world seemed to be stirred up.
Above the clouds, a strong wind blew, and the aura of essence energy swept across it, forming a terrifying wave that grew larger and larger. Finally, even the ground was affected, and the crowds of people watching from afar also struggled to retreat.
He was afraid of getting caught up in this trend and becoming a victim of the duel between two peerless experts.
"Senior, I am indeed no match for you based on strength alone, but you can't be hurt either. If you insist on stopping me from taking Wutu Kunzai, Shi Rong will fight to the death, and you will be seriously injured and escape!"
Jiang Shirong was caught in the whirlpool of power and was trapped by the rising tide. His body swayed left and right, making it difficult to stabilize.
His martial arts attainments were extraordinary, even reaching the level of immortality. The fat old man's rough moves had already seen many flaws and attack tracks almost as soon as he started.
However, with his immortal body, the opponent's speed was almost beyond the range that he could catch. The fight lasted only three to five breaths, and the Purple Gold Cloud Tiger Heavy Armor on his body was already shattered to pieces.
The fat old man was even more embarrassed, his hair was disheveled, and his body was covered with fist and palm prints and footprints. Although it was not fatal, it still put him in a passive situation at all times.
Jiang Shirong couldn't hurt him, and he couldn't get rid of Jiang Shirong.
Looking at the artifact exposed under the broken heavy armor, the fat old man also felt a dangerous aura contained in it.
He knew that Jiang Shirong would not be pretentious. Now that the words were spoken, he must have the background and means to seriously hurt him, but the price he had to pay must not be small.
But when he thought about the real reason why he mustered up the courage to re-enter this nightmarish prison, the fat old man felt infinite courage in his heart and laughed loudly: "Jiang Shirong, just use whatever means you have. If the old man takes a step back today, he will just walk around when he sees you in the future!"
"In this case, this junior will be offended!"
Jiang Shirong slapped a two-foot short spear on his waist, and a burst of destructive energy suddenly spread out.
The short spear flew into the air, and suddenly broke into pieces, covering Jiang Shirong's whole body, turning into a pair of mysterious bone horn armor that was as black as ink, like the arrival of the devil.
The razor-sharp edge that cut through everything was like millions of sharp arrows piercing the fat old man's body, causing him a sharp pain like thousands of needles piercing his bones.
"The Great Technique of Huangtian's Killing, the God's Splitting Claw!"
Jiang Shirong swiped his claws and directly tore the fat old man's clothes, scratching five long blood marks on his skin, and droplets of nine-color blood, as crystal clear as jade, flew out.
"What kind of heaven-defying divine armor is this? It actually breaks the skin of a human immortal!"
The deer demon was so frightened that his eyes almost burst open. Drops of human immortal blood fell in the air, almost annihilating the surrounding void.
The skin of human immortals is almost the toughest thing in the world. It can even be used to mend the sky, but it was torn apart by Jiang Shirong's claw.
Is it the power of the God-Separating Claw, or the power of the mysterious bone horn armor?
"This is the mysterious bone horn armor, one of the three major demon armors in Kyushu. It was forged in the Middle Ages by a peerless demon emperor using the bones of two immortals!"
On the ground in the distance, a mysterious priest wearing a purple robe with gold patterns from the Pantheon screamed: "This magic armor was originally a product of the Qin royal family, but it fell into the hands of Jiang Shirong. He is the best in the world. If a warrior is blessed with this armor, wouldn't he be truly invincible?"
"It turned out to be such a treasure. Jiang Li once had an arm armor of the Blood Armor of Ten Thousand Skulls. It was made from the corpses of a hundred thousand soldiers from the Western Regions and smelted from meteorite iron. But even if the Blood Armor of Ten Thousand Skulls is complete, it is not as good as this. A mysterious bone horn armor!" The big black dog's face turned pale.
Half-step human immortal, plus mysterious bone horn armor.
Really invincible!
"Is this what it feels like to be physically damaged?"
The fat old man noticed the damage to his physical skin. Instead of the fear he imagined, a rather strange feeling arose in his heart. Through the damaged skin, some outside atmosphere that he could not feel before entered his range of perception.
In an instant, his feelings and understanding of this world seemed to become clearer, and sporadic memories that originally existed in the physical body appeared in his mind.
Reaching out to grab the blood flying out of the damaged skin, the fat old man waved his palm forward and directly collided with Jiang Shirong's claw.
There was a loud bang, as if the world's barriers were blasted away, and a terrifying ripple of power swept away in all directions, ripples almost affecting the entire cloud sky of Wutu World.
The ground below also set off countless stormy waves of essence aura.
Everyone who entered the Wutu world was affected by this power, and those with weak strength were directly swept up and flew away to no one knows where.
Those with higher realms also find it difficult to maintain their balance. They are tossing and turning in the surge of essence energy, trying to survive carefully.
Jiang Shirong and the fat old man were also knocked back for more than a hundred miles by this force before they stopped.
The mysterious bone horn armor on Jiang Shirong's body was shattered and turned into countless black fragments, separated from his body.
But the moment Jiang Shirong stabilized his figure, these black fragments flew back again, re-condensed, and turned into a complete magic armor again.
The flesh of the fat old man's whole body was trembling, and his originally ragged clothes were even more damaged and looked like they would be broken into pieces at any time.
But after letting the blood dripping from the wound soak into the tattered clothes, some of the damaged clothes slowly grew and repaired, and turned out to be an incredible robe.
But as the wounds on the fat old man's skin healed rapidly, his clothes no longer continued to change.
"The immortal body is really powerful, and it can actually restore some memories of your previous body during labor pains!"
Jiang Shirong's voice was cold and indifferent. He held his hands in the air, and some black fragments immediately flew out from the armor, and each of his hands condensed into a four-foot-long ancient short spear.
"Jiang Shirong, you may be able to hurt me, but you definitely can't kill me!"
The fat old man also showed no fear on his face. He shook his slightly numb arm from the shock and charged at Jiang Shirong again.
One step was a hundred miles, and two steps rushed to Jiang Shirong.
"etc!"
Jiang Shirong flipped his wrist and moved his short spear forward. Just as he was about to meet the enemy, he glanced at the ground from the corner of his eye, but suddenly he shouted loudly.
"Jiang Shirong, are you scared?" the fat old man shouted.
"Wutu Kunzai is missing!"
Jiang Shirong stepped on the aura of essence flowing beneath his feet and jumped up high again. He turned his eyes and scanned in all directions, but Jiang Li was nowhere to be seen. Even the black dog and deer demon that came with the fat old man were nowhere to be seen. .
"I was so focused on fighting that I forgot about the most precious treasure, Kun Zai!"
The fat old man was also startled. He scanned the surrounding area with blazing eyes, but saw two black spots hundreds of miles away running wildly across the vast land, as if they were chasing something.
"over there!"
The fat old man turned around and chased after him in a few steps. Jiang Shirong landed on the ground and also chased after the fat old man.
"Senior, you came just in time. That little kid seems to have some amazing secret technique. He can run far away with just one step, cutting off the breath and making it difficult to chase him!"
The big black dog ran hard, its tongue hanging out, panting.
"That kid seems to know some way to disguise himself and hide his figure. He seems to be the man we lost in the wilderness before!" The deer demon also shouted.
"Hmph, no matter how fast you run, can you escape from my grasp?"
The fat old man sneered and ran past the two of them and ran further away. Not long after, Jiang Shirong followed closely, following the fat old man's footsteps and passing by in a flash.
"Dahei, why did you lie to the fat old man just now? The young boy was obviously heading towards the core area of Wutu!"
The two of them ran far away, one after the other, before the deer demon slowed down and whispered.
"Damn it, don't ask me, I'll react first!"
The big black dog shook his head, with a look of horror and surprise on his face.
It looked back at the core area of Wutu World, still a little unbelievable.
The moment Jiang Shirong fought with the fat old man, an all-too-familiar voice sounded in its mind.
"Is that kid Jiang Li? Why did he become like this!"
(End of chapter)
