Chapter 102: The Battle of Taoism and Technology (3)

Wei Liang sat upright in the sea of blood, secretly sighing at Fandi's strength.

This terrifying machine realized that if he wanted to kill the Blood Prince, he must first clear the sea of blood, so he changed his strategy.

Endless light emanated from his body, and it looked so dazzling, like a king who had come down from the bright world. The bright light and the sea of blood were in harmony with each other, intending to evaporate the sea of blood with tens of millions of degrees of scorching heat.

Under the scorching light of Fandi, the entire sea of blood turned pale, and the demons and monsters inside screamed incessantly, and all of them collapsed. For a moment, Wei Liang was really worried.

Fortunately, "Jizo Blood Hell View" is worthy of being a shocking magic skill, the sea of blood is full of resilience, like spider silk, it seems to be crumbling and infinitely elongated, but it will never break.

Fandi is not a perpetual motion machine, his energy is limited, and the huge consumption is also very difficult for him, so naturally he can't last.

Hold on for a while, and the light dims. The sea of blood had a chance to breathe, and when it came again, it surrounded him again, constantly attacking, corroding, and gradually consuming the energy of this iron man.

Yin Wuya felt a little sorry, the collision just now had at least ten years of Taoism, but it didn't matter, it was all a trivial matter, and he only needed to kill some more people to make it up. Looking at Fandi, who was overwhelmed by the infinite soul, she asked coldly, "What other moves do you have?" ā€

Fandi was indifferent and didn't even bother to punch again. For him, the Blood Son is immortal, and killing her is a waste of energy; But for the souls, why is Fandi not immortal?

His body is too strong, I don't know what material it is forged from, no matter how fierce the attack is, it can't hurt it in the slightest, not even a trace of scratches can be left, only the sea of blood can be slightly corroded, but after a long battle, you will find that what is corroded is only the layer of spray paint on the outside, and the real core is still undamaged.

This machine qƬ human body is powerful and terrifying, the so-called King Kong is not bad, and the flow of the Nine Turns Golden Body is in front of him.

Neither of them could help the other, so they were at a stalemate.

Fandi stood silently in the sea of blood, as if in deep thought.

Yin Wuya is also thinking about countermeasures.

Wei Liang came to her side and asked, "Does it matter?" ā€

Yin Wuya's face softened, and he said confidently: "It's okay, if you fight for a long time, he will definitely not be an opponent." ā€

Wei Liang breathed a sigh of relief.

He would have liked to do something if he could, and it was a little uncomfortable to look at it. But what can he do? Attack this iron man with a demon's hand? I'm afraid I'll break my claws.

He thought that if he didn't accept Yin Wuya's mention of yƬ, if he recklessly returned to the cultivation world with her like that, he would have to face such an embarrassment for the rest of his life, which would be the biggest shame for a man with self-respect.

He must stay in the Crimson Tower, either nirvana here or die here.

Wei Liang is a proud man, and that pride is not revealed, but hidden under the mask of gentleness. Those who can only talk about how great they are are children, and truly mature men should hide their pride in their hearts, imperceptibly in their bones, and fight for it, and would rather die than humiliate the sacred glory.

At this moment, Yin Wuya asked, "Are you okay?" ā€

"Me?" Wei Liang shrugged his shoulders and laughed at himself: "I'm watching the play at all, and I haven't made any effort at all, of course it's great." ā€

"Don't think about it."

Although her expression was still grim and her voice was faint, Wei Liang could still feel the concern. He smiled, "Don't comfort me. ā€

Fandi opened his eyes, and to be precise, a silver halo bloomed again in those hollow mechanical eyes.

Yin Wuya said coldly: "You seem to have a new way? Let the horses come. ā€

Fandi said indifferently: "You must be curious why my body is so strong. ā€

Yin Wuya naturally ignored him, this extremely cold person never liked to accept such boring nonsense.

Wei Liang said tentatively: "It must be made of high-tech metal in the future, with incredible strength. ā€

Fandi said: "Wrong, 99% of the raw materials of this body are clay and stone. ā€

Wei Liang was surprised and asked, "Are you just a synthesis of those rotten things?" ā€

"Yes, there may be a small amount of metal mixed in it, but it's all ordinary substance."

"It doesn't make sense, those things can't be so strong." Wei Liang naturally didn't believe his words, just the dirt and stones could resist the blood boy's Taoism? It's ridiculous.

Fandi said: "I don't need to explain, just ask you two questions, and you will understand." The first question: Which weighs a pound of cotton or a pound of iron? ā€

"Just as heavy." Wei Liang smiled: "I made a mistake once when I was six years old, and I know the answer since then. ā€

"The second question: which is the hardness of a pound of cotton and a pound of iron?"

"Of course it's iron."

"Why?"

"Iron is dense."

"Correct." Fandi said lightly: "About my body, you should understand. ā€

If you are a fool, such as Ding Ding, you may ask for a long time, but Wei Liang is a smart person, and he instantly understood what he meant, and hurriedly asked, "How much do you weigh?" ā€

"It's heavy."

"How heavy is it?"

"The moon is so heavy."

Wei Liang gasped.

Fandi's thin and slender body, less than one meter and eight meters tall, is loaded with the mass of a moon!

Just imagine, such a huge moon, compressed into a small human body, how terrifying the density should be, no wonder he is invincible!

"Impossible." Wei Liang's brain was running rapidly, and he instantly thought of the loophole: "I don't know why you're lying, but I'm not stupid." ā€

"I'm not lying."

Wei Liang smiled: "There is a theory called gravitation, which is also the reason why the earth revolves around the sun. If you really have that large mass, the space around you will be distorted, and every qiē matter around you will quickly rush towards you. ā€

Fandi said calmly: "Because I have an anti-gravity system, this can maintain a delicate balance. ā€

Yin Wuya was a little impatient and said, "Having said so much, what do you want to express?" ā€

Fandi said slowly: "I have fallen into a misunderstanding, if I want to kill you, I don't have to burn the sea of blood first, I just need to separate you from the sea of blood, just like a fish leaving the sea, you will become vulnerable." ā€

Yin Wuya sneered: "Foolish people say dreams, I am the sea of blood, the sea of blood is me, how can you separate?" ā€

Fandi said lightly: "Gravity." ā€

In his empty eyes, lines of complex code suddenly appeared, flashing as quickly as light and shadow.

A red light lit up above his head, and a mechanical chime sounded: Warning, anti-gravity system disengaged. Warning, anti-gravity system lifted. Warning, anti-gravity system lifted.

Wei Liang's heart sank, and he instantly understood the meaning of this machine, and secretly pinched a cold sweat.

The sea of blood is majestic and cannot be pulled by manpower, but for the gravitational pull of celestial bodies, it is a piece of cake.

Fandi wants to use his huge gravitational pull to extract the endless sea of blood, and at that time, Yin Wuya will become a lonely person and no longer have anything to rely on.