Chapter 63 Break the cocoon into a butterfly

"Uh..."

Zhu Shaoyang let out a painful moan, and the successive tortures had really made him unbearable. If it hadn't been for the stubbornness and persistence in his heart, he would have fallen down long ago. Nowadays, there is only a thin line between survival and death for him. When he steps on it, his future is boundless, he gives up, and he can only die tragically on the spot.

The situation in his body is getting worse and worse, and the black poison gas is gradually replaced by ice, poison and inflammation, which is more powerful. The taste of ice and fire is more and more difficult. The fighting spirit in his body is like boiling water, surging manicly, and bursts of crisp explosions came from Zhu Shaoyang's body, as if he was setting off firecrackers, and his muscles and bones were broken. It is combined, closed and broken, the skin and flesh is ulcerated, and the vitality is strong and sometimes weak.

Finally, Zhu Shaoyang's consciousness began to blur, and a strong sense of fatigue almost fell asleep.

"It's not good!" Feeling the change of Zhu Shaoyang, Zhang Yu showed a trace of anxiety. After that, he seemed to have made a decision. Suddenly, his momentum soared and went up against the poison, regardless of his own situation.

Zhu Shaoyang's poison gas seemed to find a catharsis target and rushed towards Zhang Yu like crazy. Zhang Yu is a fighting saint, but he can't resist the highly toxic erosion. Moreover, his life expectancy is not much, and his cultivation is greatly reduced. He doesn't know how long he can support the erosion of toxins.

However, at this moment, in order to help Zhu Shaoyang resolve the crisis, Zhang Yu resolutely chose to use his life to help Zhu Shaoyang overcome the difficulties.

"Drink!" Zhang Yu roared in a low voice and focused on helping Zhu Shaoyang relieve his pain and channeling the poisonous elements and blood in his body.

Suddenly, the breath of terror permeated everywhere, with electric light surging, poisonous gas floating and shining everywhere.

Boom!

The peak they are in shakes violently, and dozens of miles of mountains are affected. The mountains and rocks are rolling down, insects and birds are disturbed, beasts roaring, rivers surging, and the bright purple light is particularly dazzling under the scorching sun, even covering the luster of the scorching sun.

At this time, outsiders can't walk into the area covered by purple light at all, because once they step in, the intertwined atmosphere of terror will be torn apart and left without leaving flesh and blood. This is the power of the Holy Spirit, which is vast and majestic and inviolable.

This is still the result of Zhang Yu's failure to fully release his momentum, otherwise the nearby mountains and forests will turn into ashes.

"Hmm! That old and immortal breath. More than a thousand miles away, in a broken temple, a sloppy shape, the turbid eyes of the old man holding a wine pot suddenly burst out and looked in the direction of the four sects.

"I guessed correctly. The man predicted by my uncle was really born. The world will be chaotic, and the eight sacred things will merge again. I look forward to your arrival.

The sloppy old man muttered to himself. After pouring a mouthful of strong wine, his body shook and disappeared out of thin air.

Puff!

As powerful as Zhang Yu, he can't help spitting out a mouthful of congestion and his face is pale. His arms are completely black, emitting a faint smell of rot. Ice, poison and inflammation have the special function of corroding energy, so even if Zhang Yu exerts all his strength, he can't really dispel the toxicity unless he stop now and sits on the wound. However, he would never do that.

One day, two days, three days...

Finally, half a month later, the situation in Zhu Shaoyang's body began to ease. With the help of Zhang Yu's death, the dragon bloodline and poisonous elements showed signs of merging each other, which is a good omen, at least they will not fight again.

"Is it going to be done?" Zhang Yu's face is like white paper, his breath is weak, and his vitality is slowly dissipating. The suffering he has suffered in the past half a month is not weaker than that of Zhu Shaoyang. Severe toxicity has been eroded into his body. Due to neglect of prevention and the spread of toxicity, his internal organs have become light black, and his life expectancy has been seriously damaged, as if he may sit down at any time.

Looking at Zhu Shaoyang, half a month has passed, and the poison gas that permeates outside has long been restrained. When he entered his body, the "tal armor" formed by blood scabs outside his body is covered with a strange black. At this time, Zhu Shaoyang is like being wrapped in a strange stone, motionless, waiting for the day of breaking the stone.

Wow!

Zhang Yu vomited blood again and couldn't help shaking his head and smiling bitterly. He had calculated that his time was running out.

"Master!" At this time, Huo Lao appeared and happened to see Zhang Yu spit blood. He hurried forward and said urgently, "Master, are you all right? What the hell happened?"

In the past half month, the strange light of the outside world has never disappeared, and outsiders can't intervene in it. Naturally, Huo Lao and others are very worried. Today, I suddenly saw that the light was restrained and the momentum disappeared. Huo Lao rushed here, but unexpectedly, Zhang Yu was severely damaged and his life was weak.

"It doesn't matter. I have persisted for a few days. You and I will quietly wait for Shaoyang to get out of the customs!" Zhang Yu's tone is weak and his breath is unstable.

"However, Master..." Huo couldn't bear to see Zhang Yu's appearance and wanted to help him heal his wounds.

"Life, old age, illness and death, human normal, even as a monk, is just prolonging life. I have no worries in my life, and I should have left the world and returned to the dust. Zhang Yu smiled, stopped talking, and looked carefully at Zhu Shaoyang's changes.

The old man sighed and knew that Zhang Yu had made up his mind and stopped persuading him. When he saw Zhu Shaoyang wrapped in blood scabs in front of him, his face changed, because he felt that Zhu Shaoyang had no breath of life at all, as if he had died for a long time.

"The difficulty of this bloodline awakening is unprecedented. I have never seen or heard of it. If I hadn't exhausted Shouyuan to protect him here, I may not have passed this level at all. Now that the disaster has passed and success is in sight, Shaoyang will be reborn and reborn. As long as he has a strong will and endure for a while, his strength will be greatly advanced and his future will be boundless. Zhang Yu muttered, and it was difficult to hide the excitement in his eyes. He believes that if Zhu Shaoyang's road of monism does not collapse halfway, he will definitely break the saint and become an emperor and create myths a hundred years later.

Huo Lao will not question Zhang Yu's words, and there is a trace of joy on his melancholy face. If you wish Shaoyang to really become emperor in the future, it will be the blessing of the four major sects!

You should know that no fighting emperor has been born in the world for hundreds of years, because that stage is too difficult to break through, and monks also have life limits. Some people are stuck in the ninth level of fighting saints, have not made a breakthrough for a long time, and finally end with regret. The former old friends and family have long left, and no one will send them when the dust returns to the loess. That is How desolate!

The road of practicing Taoism is boring, and you have to abandon your family and friends and pursue your own way. Along the way, you are full of hardships, and in the end, you can never get rid of the fate of death.

As Zhang Yu said, he began to practice Taoism at the age of three, became a fighter at the age of six, and was already a fighter at the age of 12, which can be described as an amazing genius. But the years are ruthless, and time has passed. Now Zhang Yu is in his old age. The person who will enter the earth has never broken through the final level. How many people remember the glory of the past?

If you don't become an emperor, it is difficult to leave history. No matter how brilliant the past is, no matter how genius it is, no matter how unfinished it is, everything is illusory.

After nearly half a month, Zhu Shaoyang's blood scab outside his body finally changed, and a crisp sound came out, like the sound of a chicken breaking its shell.

Zhang Yu, who has been paying attention to Zhu Shaoyang, was shocked and his eyes were complicated. Their breathing seemed particularly short. They were enough to overlook the strong men in the world. Now you can imagine how much hope they have for Zhu Shaoyang.

Kakaka!

The blood scab began to crack, and the cracks spread, like a spider web. A faint fragrance floated out of the cracks of the blood scab, wisps of light dissipated, the glow appeared, the visions were continuous, the dragon fell to the phoenix, the tiger roared and the tortoise... This scene is like a precursor of the birth of the elixir.

"How could there be such a big movement!" Huo Lao said with a little excitement.

"I heard that when Longzi was born, there were many visions, but now this situation, it seems that he has succeeded." Zhang Yu is happy.

Wo!

Suddenly, the dazzling light burst out, and the blood scab instantly turned into powder. Zhu Shaoyang was covered by the light and could not see his appearance clearly.

After a while, the light gradually dissipated, and a figure appeared in front of Zhang Yu. He was so shocked that he stayed on the spot. Zhang Yu's eyes became very strange and obviously surprised.

Zhu Shaoyang is still in a state of meditation and is not awake. At this time, his whole body**, the glow flowed, and the treasure was solemn, and a pair of dragon horns were born above his head, more than a foot long, but the color was ink-like black, which seemed a little strange.

However, Zhu Shaoyang's momentum has changed greatly. He is domineering and arrogant, his body is shining and shining, faintly revealing a trace of king's spirit. In this awakening, his comprehensive strength has been greatly improved, especially his body, which is many times higher than before. It can be said that since ancient times, among the people of the same level as Zhu Shaoyang, no one can compete with his body, even if he is a heavenly idiot.

"Black horn?" The old man exclaimed.

"That's a pair of poisonous horns." Zhang Yu saw through the mystery at a glance, and his joy was hard to hide. He knew that the toxins in Zhu Shaoyang's body had merged with the blood of the dragon clan, and there would be no longer be any danger. Finally, he was relieved.

At this time, many runes appeared in Zhu Shaoyang's consciousness, dense and shining golden light, like a Taoist law.

In fact, these runes were left by Zhu Shaoyang's mother. They are the exclusive secrets of the dragon clan and have been sealed in the depths of his mind. This blood awakening accidentally touched the seal and cracked it. If Zhu Shaoyang can fully master these secrets in the future, it will be of great help to improve his strength.

The circulation of runes brings a sense of intimacy that blood is thicker than water. In the depths of Zhu Shaoyang's consciousness, a middle-aged woman with a charming and blurred face appeared. That was his mother, the person he had always cared about.

"Child, don't look for your mother's whereabouts anymore and take good care of yourself." The vague voice echoed, and Zhu Shaoyang called his mother to reach out to catch her, but all he could catch was loss.

"Hmm?"

At that moment, a mysterious place suddenly appeared in Zhu Shaoyang's mind, full of rune marks. He also saw a vague figure, very familiar and kind.

"Yes, mother? Is your mother trapped there? But what's that place?" At this moment, Zhu Shaoyang actually felt the place where his mother was. Although it was just a vague place, at least he could be sure that his mother was still alive.