There is an ancient immortal mountain floating in the air on the left and right sides of the Jade Void Palace, and the immortal mountain on the left side is often surrounded by various colors of aura.

Since the little jade rabbit went back to spread his cultivation, almost all the spirit beasts gathered on the immortal mountain to watch his cultivation. And then every time I saw myself being beaten and my nose was blue and my face was swollen, I all looked up to the sky and laughed, it can be said that this is another pastime for the little spirit beasts. Of course, except for the unicorn beast, this culprit has to be educated on the ground by the king every time.

"Boom!"

Every time Wang Bugui collided with these meteorites, he made an earth-shattering sound, and if he didn't know that he was cultivating, he would think that thunder had fallen from here. Surrounded by a faint golden qi, he released his vigorous blood like a surging angry wave, wielding this fist and kick to fight fiercely against the meteorite. The array emitted a dazzling blue light, all of which were composed of ancient and complex characters.

They emitted immeasurable light, making the ancient array seem to have life, and they actually emitted all kinds of ancient and distant sounds. Sometimes I hear all kinds of Taoist scriptures, sometimes there are Buddhist Zen singing, or maybe I can hear the sound of the bell and the melodious guzheng.

Faintly, you can still hear the roar of the tiger and the dragon, and the cry of the ape and the phoenix. After listening to it, people suddenly came to the ancient immortal and demon era where all races competed for hegemony and hundreds of schools of thought, and it must be an incomparably brilliant world.

These symbols and sounds drove the meteorites in the array to fly wildly, all of which smashed towards the king. He made a quick move, and every move and style contained all his strength, blending into his exuberant blood and innate qi.

He kept fighting with the meteorite, trying to strike a little rift. But these meteorites have already been sacrificed by the strong, and they are blessed by formations and aura, how can he be so easily broken by just a small monk in the Qi body realm.

However, Wang Bugui was not willing to accept the status quo, he was extremely strict with himself, and firmly believed that he could beat most of the meteorites out of the Qi Body Realm. The strength of the flesh is hard and unmoving, and if it is not enough, it joins the innate Yiqi, and the two are combined, and in the end, they even join the blood fighting technique of the Van Helsing family.

However, things don't always go according to people's hearts, and this is especially true of monasticism. The king was so crazy that he didn't even break a single meteorite for almost half his life, at most he just stopped them.

The harder he tried, the stronger the power released by this meteorite, and in the end it had exceeded the limit of this realm. When Wang Bugui stopped, he had already beaten his hands stained with his own blood into a complete dislocation, and his legs were already blurred.

His body was also covered in blood, and even the white stubble could be seen. It's just that his last few attacks made the meteorite launch a counterattack beyond the realm.

The rudimentary Heaven Collapse Fist that was swung out with the Qi Body Realm was slightly weaker, and it was directly broken by the meteorite of the Qi Soul power, and the bones of both hands and hands were broken. Immediately afterward, two more meteorites attacked him below, and he raised his foot to fight it, and his calf bone was shattered. When he flew upside down, he was hit by more than a dozen meteorites, four of his ribs were broken, and his spine was almost completely broken.

Wang Bugui endured the severe pain and got up to recover, but the effect was very slow, he opened his mouth with difficulty, and asked Xiao Yutu to take out a few old medicines from his body and throw them into his mouth. He then used Qi Blood to dissolve the power of medicine, and every day he came here, he would dig up the herbs in advance, because there was not a single training in the mountains that he would not be spared serious injuries.

Bloody limbs were commonplace for him, but this time it was particularly tragic, all his limbs were broken, four ribs were broken, and his spine was almost completely scattered, all forcibly connected by blood. He wanted to scream in pain, but he didn't have the strength to make another sound.

In Wang Bugui's blurred eyes, he could only see a blood-red world, and even if the medicine dissolved, it could not support him to get up. As the blood drained away, he felt that his breath could not keep up, and the whole world began to spin, and then his eyes went black, and he completely fainted. In the end, he was carried back to the Jade Void Palace by the unicorn beast and others, and it was only by his master that he was cured.

Yun Jinghong sat beside Wang Bugui, and before the spirit beasts sent him over, they saw everything with divine thoughts. Looking at the apprentice lying quietly on the stone platform, he reached out and rubbed his blood-stained forehead. He frowned slightly, he was obvious to all about this disciple's efforts. Every day, as soon as the sun rises, he begins to cultivate, and he does not finish until the dead of night.

Since the outbreak of learning to cultivate, there has not been a day when he has not limped back with an injured body, you must know that he has been reborn twice, and there are few physiques in the world that can compare with him, even if he has not grown up, it should not be like this.

But he was still full of confidence, and although he only had half a breath left each time, he still came to him with a smile and healed, and he couldn't help but sigh softly. The responsibility of Wang Bugui is too heavy, and the thin shoulders carry the hope of a family, take on the responsibility of protecting the important people around him, and shoulder the mission of rescuing the woman he owes in his body.

A trace of regret flashed in his eyes, his eyes were slightly moist, and his nose was sore. Wang Bugui is a genius who should have grown up with countless halos, but this kind of change happened when he was a child. If you lose everything, you have to bear everything alone. With a rare talent for cultivation, as well as the help of ancient gods, but he has to cultivate harder than anyone else, Yun Jinghong sighed and walked over slowly.

"Ah, Master!uhhh

Seeing this, Yun Jinghong also hurriedly raised his hand to stop Wang Bugui, and then got up to cast a spell, using his innate Qi to help him recover the lost Qi blood, and injecting a large amount of spiritual energy into his other hand to dissolve the medicinal power for him and speed up the rebirth of flesh and blood. This pure Qi and spiritual power poured into Wang Bugui's body, he felt much better about his injuries, and he also healed his injuries with his luck, and at the same time, he felt the bits and pieces of the battle just now, and reflected on his mistakes.

"Didn't I tell you to do what you can, why are you still working so hard?" Yun Jinghong asked softly.

"I also longed for a beautiful sleep until noon, and then I played the Pure Land with the spirit beasts. But I don't have enough time, only twenty years at most. Only now has he reached the Qi Body Realm, and there is a True Immortal-level opponent in the future, so he must redouble his efforts. Wang Bugui smiled bitterly.

"You've done a great job, I've been in this realm for three years. The road of cultivating the truth is more difficult to walk the further you go, and it takes nearly a hundred years to break through to the saints. It's hard to repair the true road!" Yun Jinghong shook his head and sighed.

"In the era of the end of the law, the master did not have such a divine object as a small pendant, is it still very slow to become holy in a hundred years?" Wang Bugui scratched his head, very puzzled.

"You must know that those who are not affected by the end of the Dharma era, even if they are gifted, can almost become immortals in twenty years. A person with medium talent can become an immortal after cultivating for thirty years. Those who are gifted and dull can become immortals after a hundred years of penance. ”

"Moreover, there are even more supreme beings above the immortals, such as gods, the ten great creation gods of ancient times, and Tianzun. What am I worth? I'm just a person who can't even achieve immortal ranks, and I can't escape the fate of being defeated in the world of the end of the law. ”

"Hehe, Dao, Dao! Success is also the way, and defeat is also the way. How can I find immortality?

Yun Jinghong looked up to the sky and sighed, he was unwilling in his heart, and how many people have been stumped in the current era of the end of the law? Thinking about ancient times, the immortal road can be found, and the matter of mortal cultivation and ascension is not hopeless. At least in the world with a complete avenue, he also has the hope of becoming an immortal, but this world's avenue is incomplete.

Not only him, no one has risen for more than two thousand years, and no matter how talented you are, you can only be trapped in a short life span of a thousand years and turn into a handful of loess. The way of heaven is so ruthless, burying generation after generation of Tianjiao.

"Master..."Wang Bugui stretched out his hand, wanting to say something, but he didn't know how to speak.

Yun Jinghong looked back at him, his eyes were full of vicissitudes, and only when he looked at the king did not return, he released brilliance. frowned, and continued: "It's okay, although I have no hope of becoming an immortal, I still have you." There was a prophecy that there would be an opportunity to become an immortal in this life, and I will do everything to let you seize the opportunity!"

Seeing that Yun Jinghong was so resolute, Wang Bugui had no choice but to nod and say no more. Practicing hard, only if you live up to his high expectations, is the best comfort.

Later, the conversation between the master and apprentice lasted for an hour, and no one knew what they had said. But both of them seem to have untied a lot of knots, Wang Bugui still ran to cultivate, Yun Jinghong fluttered in white clothes, and still left in style.