Chapter 137: A mere groom can knock down the so-called god

Wuming's expression was excited, and he just wanted to open his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but immediately closed his mouth again.

"No need to worry about Di Shitian noticing. I have set up a formation barrier between us."

"Brother Xiong, Di Shitian has already obtained two Dragon Yuans. With his current cultivation, if he swallows the Dragon Yuan, I'm afraid no one can control him."

Wuming said hurriedly:

"Fortunately, the Dragon Yuan taken out from the Divine Dragon is abnormally hot and cannot be swallowed for the time being. You must stop Di Shitian before the Dragon Yuan cools down."

"As expected of you, even now, what you are thinking about is the safety of the Shenzhou martial arts world." Zhuang Buran sighed:

"It's a pity that it's still too late. I calculated that the Dragon Yuan has completely cooled down, and Di Shitian has already swallowed the Dragon Yuan."

"Then do you have the martial arts cultivation to defeat Di Shitian?"

"He originally had nearly two thousand years of cultivation in his body. If the Phoenix blood in his body merges with the Dragon Yuan, I don't know how much it will increase his cultivation." The white-haired, black-robed man sighed leisurely:

"The outcome is unpredictable. I really don't know whether it will be a loss or a win."

Wuming replied immediately:

"Then you don't have to worry about me first. Nie Feng and the others also got the Dragon Yuan. If they swallow the Dragon Yuan, their cultivation will inevitably increase greatly. In this way, joining hands with you will definitely be very certain to deal with Di Shitian."

Zhuang Buran looked at Wuming calmly:

"No need to worry, I didn't say I would save you first."

When Wuming heard this, his face froze, and he felt indescribably speechless.

"I believe in Brother Wuming's aptitude and comprehension. The difficulty of being crippled is already familiar, and you can re-cultivate your cultivation."

"As for the broken four limbs and meridians, it's nothing. The 'Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin' is a progressive skill. It only takes a month or two to reconnect the meridians and return to the ranks of normal people."

"Then I don't know why Brother Xiong sneaked into the Heavenly Gate?" Wuming really didn't know what to say, and gave a bitter laugh:

"You wouldn't be here specifically to see my joke?"

"If I say yes, will Brother Wuming immediately re-cultivate your cultivation, reconnect your meridians, and have a fight with me that will decide both the outcome and life and death?"

The white-haired, black-robed man saw Wuming's silent posture and finally said:

"Alright, I won't tease you anymore."

"If I help you eliminate Di Shitian, how will you thank me?"

"Ten promises that do not violate principles and do not harm the heavens or reason." Wuming cut the Gordian knot.

"Fine, as expected of the Martial Arts Myth, really generous. Then fifteen." Zhuang Buran nodded.

Wuming said helplessly:

"Brother Xiong, I have already counted the two for losing the bet and the three for helping out."

"Oh, is that so?" Zhuang Buran smiled: "Then are you agreeing, or not agreeing?"

"How would Wuming dare to say no."

"Hehe, in about two or three months, Brother Wuming can put your heart in your stomach."

After the white-haired, black-robed man finished speaking, his figure became illusory and disappeared in place.

In the blink of an eye, two months passed.

Inside the ice room, Wuming was practicing walking with stiff limbs and moving his body.

"Good, I really underestimated you. It only took two months to reconnect the meridians in your four limbs." Di Shitian suddenly appeared and said:

"With such aptitude and perseverance, no wonder for thousands of years, I have looked at you, this grandson, the most pleasing to the eye."

"If you want to cripple me again, just come. No need to be sarcastic on the side."

Wuming walked with a stiff body with great difficulty, his forehead, cheeks, and temples covered in sweat that had turned into frost.

Di Shitian frowned and sighed:

"Not only do you not appreciate my painstaking efforts to save you, but you also treat your ancestor as an enemy. This really doesn't fit your temperament of having the world at heart!"

Wuming turned sideways and said:

"I have no choice about who my ancestor is, but for your conduct, I only have one sentence: I am ashamed to be with you."

"You even made friends with someone like Xiongba, but you are unwilling to recognize me as your ancestor. Don't tell me you still have unrealistic fantasies about him."

Di Shitian said with sarcasm:

"After so many days, you are still so naive. He should still be the same as before, sleeping in the old peach tree all day long, just because the lives of you people, and the so-called common people of the world, are not as good as a dream he has while resting."

"Listening to your tone, you should have sent people to observe his movements outside the bamboo forest." Wuming stared at Di Shitian:

"Seeing that you have such fear, I have some peace of mind."

"Joke, one day, I will smash Xiongba into ten thousand pieces." Di Shitian disappeared in place immediately.

Three days later.

Inside the Tianwen Temple, one mile away from the Heavenly Gate, Di Shitian's face was pale, and he was holding his chest, as if he had suffered extremely heavy internal injuries. Besides that, his right arm was severely injured, and blood kept dripping onto the ground from his palm.

He walked staggeringly into a very secret Buddhist hall secret room.

In the secret room, a tall golden Buddha statue was placed in the middle of the front. But I saw the two Buddha eyes of the Buddha statue emitting extremely demonic blood light.

Di Shitian raised his hand to the two eyes of the Buddha statue and operated his skill slightly, wanting to take things from the air, but a painful expression appeared on his face.

Then he endured the pain, and two blood-red pills fell into his hands.

At this moment, a light footstep sounded. Di Shitian turned his head suddenly. A young man with disheveled long hair, handsome but gloomy, walked in step by step holding a fiery red long sword.

"Duan Lang, it's actually you." Di Shitian thought for a while and sneered:

"Everything is your trick. You noticed that I practiced the 'Five Thunders Transforming Extreme Hand' and passed it on to Huaimie, letting him use the Heavenly Sin to test my reality. You then lured Feng and Yun to attack the Heavenly Gate."

"The purpose is to force me into a desperate situation, intending to use two Dragon Yuans to turn defeat into victory."

Duan Lang smiled calmly:

"For me, emotions like sympathy, forgiveness, and pity are all insults."

"I once made a poisonous oath to myself: anyone who has insulted me, I will make them regret it for the rest of their lives."

"And you are one of them."

He stepped forward and raised his hand:

"Hand over the Dragon Yuan in your hand, and I can let you die refreshingly."

Di Shitian's face turned cold, and he shouted:

"Bold! Have you forgotten the fate of those who betrayed me?"

"With your temperament, if it were in the past, I would have been beheaded long ago with this posture, but you are still patiently talking to me now."

Duan Lang looked like he was in control:

"The 'Iron Refining Hand', which is known as one of the ten most difficult martial arts in the world, can only melt divine weapons, while the 'Five Thunders Transforming Extreme Hand' can rely on the power of the five elements to dissolve everything in the world. Not only can it turn all divine weapons into ashes, but it also has the ability to transform cultivation."

"You practice the 'Five Thunders Transforming Extreme Hand' forcibly because the Phoenix blood and Dragon Yuan in your body are mutually restraining and cannot merge at all, intending to dissolve most of your cultivation, thereby allowing the Phoenix blood and Dragon Yuan to merge and obtain true immortality."

"Now your cultivation is greatly damaged. You can neither heal your wounds nor use the 'Holy Heart Formula', and the Phoenix blood in your body is also losing in large quantities. You are no longer an immortal body."

After Di Shitian finished listening, the sarcasm on his face deepened. His whole body Qi mechanism shook slightly, and ice thunder and lightning flashed in his eyes, instantly shaking Duan Lang to the door of the secret room, and then took the opportunity to stuff the two Dragon Yuans into his mouth.

Duan Lang flashed and pinched Di Shitian's neck, making him unable to swallow, and then used a little force, and the two Dragon Yuans flew out.

He leaped up and grabbed the Dragon Yuan in mid-air. Just when Di Shitian wanted to fight to the death, even if he died, he would take this traitor to hell, the secret room suddenly turned into a dense forest, and the vines like mysterious iron chains bound the hands and feet of the two.

"Wonderful, what a fight between the snipe and the clam, the fisherman benefits. I waited for more than two months, and finally waited for this scene."

A white-haired, black-robed man walked into the secret room, and the vines in the room made way for a passage very spiritually.

He looked happily at Duan Lang, who was hanging in mid-air and unwilling to accept reality:

"The young man from the past has finally grown up. I vaguely remember that when you were young, although your features were clear and handsome, you were always gloomy, your brown hair tied up was slightly frizzy, and a cold sneer often hung on the corner of your mouth."

"Now you can calculate against an old monster whose cultivation is thousands of times stronger than yours. I am deeply comforted."

The white-haired, black-robed man said sincerely:

"The World Association I established is the true peerless one in the world. A mere groom can knock down the so-called god."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 138 =====