Immortal Martial Venerable

"What a powerful ape."

The power of the Golden Corpse Ape frightened Gu Fei. If he hadn't exerted five times the power of ascending to heaven, zìjǐ would really not be the opponent of this divine ape.

However, there are limitations, and it is not possible to remain in the state of ascension. Once the disaster arrives, Gu Fei has no choice but to do it.

Jin Jingshén ape lineage, really worthy of being called.

In the cave, Gu Fei's body was covered in blood. From the outside, it looked like he was seriously injured, to the point of dying. However, only Gu Fei's wounds were not serious. "Novel" novel chapters are updated the fastest

However, he had just withdrawn from the state of ascension, and his whole body was extremely weak, which made him look extremely tired.

Just when Gu Fei was about to use his mysterious skills to repair his injured body, he suddenly felt something in his heart, and two bright eyes lit up in the dark cave.

He sensed that several people were walking towards the cave where zìjǐ was located in the distance.

"Sir, there is the smell of blood nearby."

A monk in green clothes suddenly stopped, and then smelled the air carefully with his nose. The monk's face was extremely solemn.

"The smell of blood?"

Hearing this, he couldn't help but be surprised. Could it be that the two leader-level existences were fighting against each other?

Thinking of this, Master Wutian's eyes suddenly lit up. If it was as zìjǐ suspected, then zìjǐ would have gotten a big deal.

A leader-level existence definitely has a lot of treasures on him. If that person is seriously injured and dying, zìjǐ will give him a ride and get the treasures from that person. If that person is only injured and loses his fighting power completely, then zìjǐ will Rescue.

It seems that no matter how you think about it, it is beneficial to zìjǐ.

"Go and see!"

After pondering for a while, Master Wutian's eyes became brighter.

"Shíme..."

The three monks in green were shocked when they heard this. This guy is really...

I wonder what the character of those leader-level beings is like. If you rush up there, it would be bad if you offend them.

For those leaders-level figures, it doesn't matter whether you are the Lord's only son or not, they will be killed if they are killed.

"Aren't you going to lead the way?"

Mr. Wutian's eyes suddenly turned sharp as he looked at the monk in green.

"yes!"

The monk in green had no choice but to keep smelling in the air, and then walked forward.

This monk in green clothes has a magical nose. Even if he is dozens of miles away, he can smell the smell of blood in the air.

It was precisely because this monk had the ability to search for incense from thousands of miles away that he received the attention of Master Wutian.

"Hey, there is a cave somewhere."

Soon, Master Wutian, led by the god-nosed monk, arrived in front of a cave. The cave was pitch black and there was no sound inside.

"The source of the bloody smell is in the cave."

The monk with the divine nose said to Mr. Wutian.

"In the cave?"

Master Wutian's face changed, and he was a little worried.

"You go in and take a look."

Mr. Wutian pulled a monk in green clothes beside him and pushed the monk in green clothes towards the cave. He was not willing to take risks himself.

"this……"

The expression of the monk in green changed greatly. At this moment, he had the urge in his heart to scold all the eighteen generations of Master Wutian's ancestors, but he dared not speak out in anger.

The monk in Tsing Yi could only walk cautiously towards the cave. When he came to the entrance of the cave, the monk in Tsing Yi saw a person sitting cross-legged inside the cave.

Although it is pitch black in the cave, once you reach a certain level of cultivation, you can still see beautiful things even in an absolutely dark environment.

Young Master Wutian and the two other monks stared nervously at the entrance of the cave.

"Sir, there is someone inside."

The green-robed monk sent a message to Mr. Wutian.

"Dead or alive."

Mr. Wutian sent a message to the monk. He was concerned about the condition of the people in the cave. If the people in the cave were like this, they would be lucky.

"He is so angry that he seems to have been seriously injured."

The monk said in a message.

"Ha ha……"

Young Master Wutian wanted to laugh, but he endured it immediately. He had to be careful, and then said to the two monks beside him, "You also go in and carry that man out for me."

"It's young master."

The god-nosed monk and another monk quickly stepped forward, and then walked into the cave with the previous monk.

Soon, the three monks carried out a man who was covered in blood and whose clothes were in tatters. They discovered that this man seemed to have wounds on his body, and part of the blood on his clothes was actually golden.

"Golden blood?"

Young Master Wutian couldn't help but be frightened. Could it be that the person fighting this man was actually a Buddhist master at the level of a leader?

On the Buzhou Life Ancestral Planet, only those Buddhist sages who have cultivated Buddhist golden bodies have a golden color in their blood. In addition, no one has ever heard that the blood of that kind of creature is golden.

"Junior has seen senior?"

Young Master Wutian saluted respectfully to the bloody man. He didn't know the depth of the other person, so naturally he didn't dare to neglect him.

This "bloody man" had no reaction at all.

"senior?"

Young Master Wutian called, but the man was still sitting cross-legged on the ground, motionless.

"Did this man really suffer a fatal injury?"

A strong person whose cultivation reaches the leader level can recover from physical injuries, but fatal injuries may not necessarily be reflected in the physical body.

In other words, although there are no scars on this person's body, his soul may have been severely damaged.

"senior!"

Young Master Wutian called out several times, but the man didn't have any reaction, so he winked at the three monks in green clothes standing beside him.

The three green-clothed monks started groping around on the man's body.

Soon, the three monks in green stopped and shook their heads towards Master Wutian.

"Shíme, all the treasures are méiyǒu?"

Young Master Wutian was dumbfounded. How could a leader-level figure not even carry a single treasure with him? This person should have a Qiankun bag on his body.

"Sir, what should I do?"

The god-nosed monk asked Mr. Wutian.

"Hmph! A poor guy who is about to die, no matter what he does, let's go."

Young Master Wutian was very disappointed. To be honest, a leader-level figure was a moving treasure house, but this person didn't even have a single treasure on him, which really annoyed him.

However, just when Young Master Wutian and others were about to leave, the "bloody man" who had been searched inside and out by them suddenly opened his eyes.