Supreme Martial God Art

Chapter 1185 Absurd Decision

"Palace Master, this kid, he..."

Because of the anxiety in his heart, Feng Changyi still did not respond.

But Yang Yiyun waved his hand to stop him.

Said: "Look, does he look like he is about to explode?"

It was not until it was pointed out that Feng Changyi reacted.

Indeed, if it were an ordinary person, I'm afraid like Wu Yun would directly stuff it into his mouth.

Not to mention the explosion, I am afraid that it will be dead long ago.

"There's something weird in him, I'm afraid there's a hole in the sky, don't worry, maybe, a miracle really happened."

Yang Yiyun patted Feng Changyi's shoulder, signaling him not to worry.

Feng Changyi looked at Yang Yiyun and then at Wu Yun.

With a sigh, that's all there is to it now.

In less than a quarter of an hour, Wu Yun had eaten all the precious medicinal materials in the entire Tibetan Medicine Pavilion.

This scene also made Feng Changyi's eyes widen again.

Even Yang Yiyun couldn't help but want to exclaim.

This is it, strange man!

However, after swallowing, what remains is refining energy and improving cultivation.

This is a long process.

Wu Yun originally planned for at least five days, or even ten days.

But now he has less than three days.

How far could Wu Yun achieve in three days?

Three days later, can he become the biggest hole card in the Pill Soul Hall?

Three days later, can he represent the Pill Soul Hall and fight against the most powerful Tianjiao in the Martial Arts Palace?

Three days later, will he be able to awaken the Pill Soul Hall, those who have long been blinded by the power of the Martial Arts Palace, those who have been loyal to the Pill Soul Hall for a long time?

One day, two days!

time flies.

It was also very slow.

It's suffering, it's waiting.

In the end, they still didn't have enough time.

Not even three days.

Just halfway through the next day, in the Tibetan Medicine Pavilion, Yang Yiyun suddenly opened his eyes.

His eyes were deep, terrifyingly deep.

After a while, he could only hear him muttering: "Come on, alone is here!"

"Lonely!"

Feng Changyi suddenly turned to look at Yang Yiyun.

The name Dubutian is probably the existence of all those who are still loyal to the Pill Soul Hall today, like a nightmare.

If it weren't for this person, the Pill Soul Hall would not have become what it is now.

If it weren't for this person, the Pill Soul Hall would still be the top force that was able to compete with the Martial Arts Palace.

The Lord of the Martial Arts Palace, alone in the sky!

"These bastards came so quickly, I wonder how Wu Yun's refining is going? It's been two days, and there's still no movement!"

Feng Changyi looked at Wu Yun, full of worry, and said.

And Wu Yun, who was refining energy at the moment, didn't know about the outside world.

But he didn't know, but the God of Fortune did.

While Wu Yun was meditating and refining, he only heard the sound of the divine bell from the sea of ​​consciousness.

"Hey, brat, how are you? Your enemy is here!"

"Coming? Coming so soon?"

Wu Yun's expression suddenly changed.

"Bastard, if you give me a little more time, even if a few hours are enough, it happened at this time."

Suddenly, Wu Yun gritted his teeth and said, "Old bastard, do me a favor!"

"What do you want to do? Boy, don't be stupid!"

The God of Fortune seemed to have guessed what Wu Yun wanted to do, and reminded him.

"No, I'm running out of time, I must raise my cultivation base to at least the ninth level of Dao Enlightenment Realm, otherwise, I'm afraid it will be difficult to gain a foothold."

Wu Yun said firmly.

"Are you crazy, don't think that you can do whatever you want with those bullshit nine veins in your body, are you sure you want to do this?"

Good Fortune Zhongdao: "Besides, even if I help you achieve what you want, can you keep up with your understanding of martial arts? If it was like before, in ten days, maybe you can barely do it, but It's only two days now, you don't have time to comprehend the martial arts at all, you are whimsical."

"Yes, I really can't do it myself, but what if you help me?"

Wu Yun said.

"Help you? Cut, why should I help you?"

Fortune God Bell disdains it.

But soon he changed the subject again and said, "Oh, even if I help you, do you think you can bear it? You are not afraid that you can't bear it at all, and even the martial arts you have learned before will completely collapse?"

"In that case, you will be a waste in your life, and no one can save you."

"Help me, this time, I have to do it!"

Perhaps, Wu Yun had long thought of what the God of Fortune said, so he was not surprised or hesitant.

"Stinky boy, you..."

"Old bastard, help me! This time, I beg you, no matter if you succeed or not, even if you die, I will admit it!"

"Whether it's for my father, for Bailing, or for the hope of the two old people in front of me, I recognize it. Besides, if you don't help me, this time, I'll definitely die, isn't it?"

Wu Yun smiled slightly and said freely.

Perhaps, he also knew how absurd and impossible his decision was this time.

However, he knew that he had to do it.

Can only do so.

"Oh, idiot!"

After being silent for a long time, the God of Fortune spit out these two words.

However, this idiot didn't mean to scold, more, it was caring.

"Get ready, I'll help you raise your spiritual energy reserves first, and then I'll pour the power of martial arts into your world of Tao."

"If you can bear it, you succeed, if you can't, you will die."

God of Fortune said.

"Thank you, come on!"

Wu Yun nodded.

Suddenly, I saw a majestic energy, like a tidal wave, tumbling in Wu Yun's body in an instant.

At this moment, all the energy, with an almost crazy momentum.

It rushed towards his dantian.

"Ah~~~!"

The Dantian, which originally belonged only to the first level of the enlightenment realm, was suddenly accumulated by the total amount of spiritual energy of the ninth level of the enlightenment level.

Wu Yun felt as if his dantian was about to burst.

Not only that, his body and meridians are also suffering from the same torture.

Unable to hold back for a while, he let out a painful roar.

And Wu Yun's painful roar immediately caught the attention of Yang Yiyun and Elder Feng.

Elder Feng said in surprise: "No, what happened to him? At this moment, the spiritual energy in his body is so chaotic. No, the total amount of spiritual energy in his body has exceeded the limit he can bear. He won't really explode and die, right?"

"No, I have to help him!"

Having said that, Elder Feng is ready to step forward.

"Don't worry, wait!"

Yang Yiyun stood up abruptly and stopped Feng Changyi.

He stared at Wu Yun strangely.

Those eyes seemed to want to see through Wu Yun.

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