Wan Miaoyin chuckled, and the drops of blood on her chin actually highlighted her unique beauty.
She immediately closed her eyes and stopped talking, silently regulating her breathing and taking the time to recover her breath.
The old monk roared with a crazy look on his face, and struggled to crawl towards Wan Miaoyin.
As long as, as long as he can cover Wan Miaoyin with his own flesh and blood, then everything will be worth it!
At this moment, a hand reached out from the bushes and grabbed the gilded mace.
The gilded mace made a buzzing sound of metal, attracting the attention of Wan Miaoyin and the old monk.
The old monk laughed strangely, but he did not stop moving. He said, "Young man, the magic weapon has a spirit. If you want to wield it, you must let it recognize you as your master. If you do this, nine out of ten people will die when the magic weapon whistles and backfires. Even I can't say I'm holding it.
I knew that human greed is boundless and endless. I knew long ago that you were lurking nearby just for this gilded mace."
Wan Miaoyin's eyes revealed a strange look, she remained silent and stared intently.
Ignoring the old monk's ridicule, Xu Yunfan's five fingers just touched the cold handle of the gilded mace, and the muscles in his forearm suddenly tensed up and the bronze blood vessels beat wildly under his skin.
The mace suddenly burst out with a buzzing sound of metal vibration, which made his tiger's mouth burst. The blood drop was evaporated into red mist by the high temperature before it fell to the ground. The gilded mace was actually buzzing and vibrating on its own.
Xu Yunfan's five fingers suddenly tightened, and the blood color on his palms darkened and turned purple at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The degree of arching of his back reached the limit that a mortal spine could bear, and the friction between his joints made continuous crisp sounds. From the dome formed by the twelve pairs of ribs, there came the roar of blood like a galloping horse stepping on the clouds.
The nearby vegetation and jungle were pulverized by the shock, and the gilded mace in his hand made a whimpering sound like an ancient beast grinding its teeth.
Under the struggle between the murderous aura of the weapon and the extreme strength of his body, the gilded mace only shook slightly, and ripples in the air that were clearly visible to the naked eye spread out, turning into layers of strong winds that spread out and made the surrounding grass, trees, soil and rocks tremble endlessly.
Suddenly, vine-like green blood vessels appeared on Xu Yunfan's left deltoid muscle. The density of muscle fiber contraction broke through the fascia restraint, and the wrist bending angle was reversed by 15 degrees, pressing down on the right wrist holding the gilded mace.
Blood was oozing from the corners of his lips, and two thin lines of blood were oozing from his ear holes. This was the manifestation of the capillaries exceeding their physiological limits.
Xu Yunfan's hand trembled slightly, and the blood and energy in his body were stimulated to the extreme. His skin turned bronze at this moment, and the sound of the twisting of muscle fibers was like the tightening of steel wires.
Can't suppress it!
The gilded mace is slowly reviving its power.
The moment he woke up, he felt like he had caught a Tyrannosaurus Rex in labor. The skin on his knuckles was cracking, and the hot blood was swallowed by the mace handle as soon as it seeped out.
The divine weapon has spirit and does not recognize him!
Suddenly, Xu Yunfan's arm, which was holding the gilded mace, shook violently. To outsiders, it seemed that Xu Yunfan suddenly raised the gilded mace, and then his arm muscles bulged and hit himself hard on the chest.
A powerful force suddenly struck him, causing him to roll several times in the air before falling to the ground.
The expected severe pain did not occur at all. Xu Yunfan quickly turned over and got up, and subconsciously touched his chest which was hit by the gilded mace.
It seemed that the remains of the extreme master in the underground mine of Ningguta completely offset the power of this gilded mace.
This fatal hammer blow that should have shattered his internal organs was completely absorbed by the Jidao relic tied to his chest.
His expression brightened slightly, and he clenched his five fingers even tighter to prevent the gilded mace from escaping his hand.
His mind raced as he loosened his left hand and formed the Lin character seal with one hand.
"Lin!"
A voice like a shout was heard, and the deity that he had visualized at the beginning manifested its true form in his head, instantly calming his boiling emotions.
The restlessness deep in Xu Yunsong's pupils suddenly faded away, and a feeling of being in control and coming and going at will arose spontaneously.
At the same time, the deity he visualized in his sea of consciousness emerged, and just as his body moved, he grasped the handle of the gilded mace.
In an instant, the gilded mace, which had been shaking and struggling, suddenly shook violently, and a strong wind spread in all directions, and suddenly fell silent.
The violent aura on the gilded mace was quickly dissipated by this ethereal emotion, and the originally hot handle quickly became as warm as jade.
"What?!"
The old monk's eyes almost shot out of the meat paste and pointed at Xu Yunfan. He wanted to see what kind of monster this young man was that he could subdue a magical weapon in such a short time.
Since ancient times, only divine weapons can recognize their masters. Those who can subdue divine weapons must be the supreme Qigong masters of the ninth realm of martial arts, who refine their Qi day and night.
Wan Miaoyin, who was standing by, was also stunned for a moment. The scene before her was beyond her comprehension. Her black hair was blown up by the strong wind, revealing the fine beads of sweat oozing from her smooth forehead.
How can human power reach such a level?
Hot blood flowed from Xu Yunfan's throat, and the gilded mace in his palm trembled like a living thing.
Spiderweb-like blood veins snaked beneath his skin, and every inch of his flesh wailed as if on the verge of collapse. He could clearly feel his internal organs being repeatedly kneaded by some immense force, attempting to squeeze out every last ounce of his latent strength.
He reacted quickly in the Lin Zi state and realized that the gilded mace was squeezing the potential in his body, intending to increase his strength to a level that matched it.
If you continue like this, you will shorten your life!
You only have three breaths to enter the Lin state. Once that time is exceeded, if you continue to force yourself to use it, your body will gradually collapse.
He hasn't even reached the third level of martial arts master, so it would be a fantasy to say that he could subdue a magical weapon.
One breath.
He turned sideways and took a step forward, his body like an arrow shot from a bow, instantly approaching the two of them. At this time, the blood and energy in his body were rapidly rising, and his muscles had expanded into lumps of flesh hanging on his body.
Xu Yunfan twisted his body in mid-air, raised his shoulders, and the gilded mace in his hand rubbed the air to create a raging fire, and fell heavily towards the old monk with the force of fire falling from the sky.
This scene frightened the old monk so much that he almost died.
"Wait, wait, I have a secret method to ascend to immortality. I know the top of the snowy mountain..."
Before he finished speaking, the gilded mace came crashing down, dragging a lava-like wave of air. The last thing reflected in the old monk's cloudy eyes was the blazing fire that was stirred up by the thundercloud patterns on the mace.
"——The secret of immortality!"
The last three words splashed out mixed with bone fragments and flesh.
The ground cracked inch by inch, and smoke and dust mixed with sparks rose into the sky.
Like a dragon turning over, the old monk's flesh and blood was instantly devoured by the raging fire dragged by the gilded mace. The next moment, a burst of energy that was clearly visible to the naked eye shook his flesh and blood, which looked like mud, into a bloody rain that scattered all over the sky.
With this blow, the muscle lumps on Xu Yunfan's body finally disappeared for the most part.
It's not enough.
Two breaths.
When Xu Yunfan turned around, his cervical vertebrae made a crisp sound as he couldn't bear the weight, and his bulging muscles caused spider-web-like cracks in his nightgown.