Lord of the night.

Chapter 619: Oolong! Yin Yang Sacred Fluid! [Two in One!]

Only ten days left!
Fang Che felt a sense of urgency.

It would take more than two days to reach Baiwuzhou at full speed. It was too far away!

Stay two days.

Lay the foundation for Sun Wutan.

Then it took more than two days to get back, and it took seven days to reunite with Yinshen Palace.

Then Yinshen Palace sent him to the headquarters by flying boat.

Basically arrive on the ninth day.

Time is running out.

While he was thinking, a dark shadow fell from above his head, grabbed Fang Che and cursed: "At your snail's pace, it will take you forever! Won't it delay important things? I will take you on the road!"

Sun Wutian grabbed Fang Che and shouted, "Look carefully. When you have reached a certain level of cultivation, you will naturally know how to do it. This is how you tear space apart!"

He gathered his magical power in his left hand and reached forward.

The space cracked like a mirror.

Sun Wutan took Fang Che and stepped in.

Fang Che only felt as if thousands of peaks and valleys were roaring at the same time beside his ears.

There is an illusion that time is going backwards or forwards...

With a click, the two of them emerged from the space crack.

"Did you see clearly?"

"No... a little confused."

"Then do it again."

"Crack!"

"call out!"

"Did you see it clearly?"

"I feel a little dizzy..."

"One more time, watch carefully!"

"Crack!"

"call out!"

……

"Hey! Fuck! Wake up!"

Sun Wutan patted Fang Che's face, feeling a little confused.

The boy fainted.

Bleeding from all orifices.

Then Sun Wutian remembered that Fang Che could not bear such tearing of space with his cultivation. In order to let him learn, he did not add any protection the first time, and then he forgot about it and tore it four or five times in a row.

It was not until Fang Che hung his head that Sun Wutian finally remembered.

He slapped himself twice and immediately started emergency treatment.

The old devil got angry.

I really forgot that tearing space to travel is so common. I have been doing this for so many years. And I have never torn space with others...

Now look what has happened, the Night Demon has been crippled.

If Ye Mo suffered irreversible damage because of this, not only would Sun Wutan not be able to forgive himself, but Yan Nan would probably eat him alive.

"Why is this thing so fragile..."

Sun Wutian wanted to cry but had no tears. I am such an idiot.

He now truly understood some of the old demons of his generation. In the beginning, the old demons also had the idea of ​​passing on the torch. Several of them had selected several geniuses as their disciples.

But when I saw these old demons again after a while, they all looked speechless.

The expression of "asking the heaven with tears in her eyes why this is happening" is very clear on her face.

At first everyone found it strange and asked questions.

The answers they received were surprisingly consistent: the apprentice they had worked so hard to teach was killed by themselves.

At that time, Sun Wutian just felt it was ridiculous. How could you kill a living person? Wasn't that your beloved disciple?

But today, he truly understood the feelings and experiences of those old demons.

Because... it would really kill me.

Each of the old demons is a character who can destroy mountains and fill seas and call the wind and rain. Moreover, they have always regarded human life as worthless. They can be careful when teaching them normally, but once they encounter any problems, they will instinctively do things according to their usual habits... and at such times, basically one of their disciples will die!
Die completely!

——Just like Fang Che now.

He has reached the brink of death, and there is not even a chance of recovery.

Sun Wutan even cried.

I hate that the Heavenly Sword is broken. If this one dies again, I... I won't be able to even cry.

But these are the scars of cracks and shock caused by tearing space...

He hurriedly stuffed various pills into Fang Che's mouth, and then Sun Wutian injected spiritual energy to help push the blood through the palace. After a bit of cleaning...

Fang Che finally held his breath and woke up slowly.

He opened his mouth and a ball of blood foam came out with a gurgling sound: "What's wrong with me?"

what happened to you?
Sun Wutan felt that he had no way of responding to this.

Does this mean that I have forgotten you?

"You can't bear the force of tearing space." Sun Wutian said expressionlessly: "How do you feel now?"

"My head is going to split open."

Fang Che's face twisted.

I really can't help it.

He felt that his head was like an unripe watermelon that had been hit by a sledgehammer. Although it had not exploded into pieces, it had already split into seven or eight pieces.

Countless little men were holding awls inside their heads and stabbing them wildly in all directions.

He bit his lips hard.

Close your eyes.

Blood gushed out of all seven orifices.

Although he didn't cry out in pain, Sun Wutian was an old hand and knew very well how unbearable the pain caused by this kind of injury was.

Even if it were me, I would have rolled over with my head in my hands.

The kind of hysterical pain that tears the soul apart.

Now, Fang Che was able to hold back and not say a word, which made Sun Wutan look at him with admiration from the bottom of his heart.

Therefore, he was even more satisfied with himself as the successor of the Hate Heaven Sword. With such endurance, what kind of martial arts could not be mastered?

What difficulties can stop us? What can’t be accomplished?
But the problem is that although Fang Che has woken up, his body is still on the verge of collapse. It is difficult for him to absorb the power of the medicine. Once his spiritual energy is withdrawn, this kid may be torn into pieces.

Can't wait any longer!
He made up his mind, took out a jade bottle, opened it with a snap, and stuffed it into Fang Che's mouth: "Drink it."

Fang Che was in so much pain that he didn't even know what he was saying and swallowed instinctively.

A bottle of spiritual liquid was finished in three gulps.

Clean and tidy.

Sun Wutan looked at the empty bottle mouth with extreme pain, his face twisted.

When Fang Che took the second sip, he actually felt the pain eased a lot. But he didn't have time to think about it. He was tilting his head back with the bottle mouth at his mouth, and the spiritual liquid gushed out. Fang Che drank it all in one gulp instinctively without realizing it.

Smack your lips, it tastes so good.

In such a short period of time, the pain was reduced by 90%.

Then my mind became clear.

After just a moment's thought about 'what this is', the pain was completely gone.

Then when he opened his eyes, he saw Sun Wutan's expression of extreme pain.

"Grandmaster, I'm fine now."

Fang Che reached out and touched his head.

I just felt refreshed all over my body, and my arms, legs, internal organs and even my head, everything felt extremely comfortable and satisfying.

"Of course you are."

Sun Wutian sighed and said, "You drank all the stuff I used to press the coffin lid... That was the Yin-Yang Holy Liquid..."

Fang Che blinked and asked, "What is the Yin Yang Sacred Liquid?"

Sun Wutian's breathing became uneven due to the pain in his heart: "Yin Yang Holy Liquid... Forget it, I don't want to explain."

Fang Che smacked his lips, still feeling the lingering fragrance, and said, "It tastes better than Lingjing Stone Milk."

Sun Wutian groaned, “What the hell is a Spirit Crystal Stone Milk… This thing of mine is the Yin-Yang Holy Liquid that can make you die one more time… This fucking… In the whole world, only Yan Nan has some of it… Oh! Forget it… I won’t say any more…”

He slapped himself on the head and said, "It's all my own fault."

Fang Che sighed. It seemed that he had no idea what the Yin-Yang Holy Liquid was. He had to remember the name so that he could ask about it in the future.

But the more Sun Wutan thought about it, the more suffocated he felt. Seeing Fang Che now full of energy, as if he could be fine without the Yin-Yang Holy Liquid, he felt even more uncomfortable.

He snorted twice and rolled his eyes, "This is what Yan Nan gave me to save my life. The Yin-Yang Sacred Fluid is the water of the stars that the chief cult leader took out from the gap between Yin and Yang when the heaven and earth changed. It can transcend life and death, not to mention a mere injury... If you encounter a life-and-death crisis in the future, you can die as many times as you want. As long as the body is still there, you can be resurrected once."

Sun Wutian said: "This was given to me by Vice Chief Master Yan because he saw that I lost the Divine Formless Jade. Alas..."

Suddenly he gnashed his teeth and said, "I really don't know which bastard stole my divine formless jade. If I knew... humph..."

Fang Che coughed and said with tears of gratitude: "Thank you, Grandmaster. Grandmaster, you... are so kind to your disciple. I really don't know how to repay you."

Sun Wutian snorted and said, "If you can practice the Hate Heaven Blade to its highest level, even if you kill me, it will be the best reward for me."

"How dare the disciple..."

Fang Che exclaimed: "Grandmaster...my disciple's cultivation is increasing very rapidly..."

"If this guy can even reverse life and death, what's the point of increasing his cultivation?" Sun Wutan rolled his eyes, feeling very upset.

After taking a deep breath, he explained, "Increasing your cultivation is just a byproduct. It's mainly because your cultivation is too low. It's like a wild boar suddenly eating fine bran. It feels smooth all over."

I'm a wild boar again!

Fang Che's face was so dark that it was unbearable to look at. He lowered his eyebrows and said: "...Uh."

"This Yin-Yang Holy Liquid is currently transforming your meridians, heart meridians, and spiritual barriers into meridians of regeneration, so that you will have a chance of immortality in the future. But be careful not to self-destruct your origin. Once your origin explodes, there will be no chance of rebirth."

Sun Wutan warned earnestly.

"Yes, Patriarch."

Fang Che sighed inwardly.

Listening to the old devil's words, why did it feel like this old guy was just waiting for me to be slaughtered and reborn?

As he spoke, Fang Che had fully recovered and was back to full health.

"My cultivation has broken through one level, and I'm now at level six." Fang Che was smug and smacked his lips, "It's so fast... I thought it would take at least twenty days or a month..."

Sun Wutian said weakly: "In the next half month, your cultivation will continue to grow; it will not stop until the transformation of the spiritual consciousness barrier is completed. This is not supposed to increase your cultivation... It's too weak..."

"I will never forget the kindness of my ancestor. If I have the opportunity to obtain such a treasure in the future, I will definitely bring it to the ancestor to repay his kindness today!"

Fang Che said seriously.

"Oh... forget it... forget it, I'll just listen to it for now."

Sun Wutian said listlessly: "Just you...what did you say just now? A first-class monarch for twenty days and a month?"

Suddenly his eyes widened.

"more or less."

Fang Che said honestly: "Since I started practicing, I have never taken any medicine that can quickly increase my cultivation level. Even before I reached the general level, I had never taken any elixirs. But my cultivation speed is slightly faster than others... I have been practicing all the way to now. When I was at the emperor level, it took about half a month to upgrade one level. Now that I am at the monarch level, it takes a little longer, at least 20 days, and sometimes more than a month... Hey, in the future, when I reach the venerable and saint level, it will probably take even longer..."

As he spoke, he looked a little depressed: "Even so, I still took the Guardian's Heavenly King Pill and the top-grade spirit crystal to assist in my cultivation. It's really a bit slow..."

Now that he had been let go, and the old devil was now getting along really well with him, and even gave him the thing that held his coffin lid, Fang Che naturally had to show his talent in order to get more training and resources.

So not only did he not hide his qualifications, he even boasted a little bit about them.

A bit exaggerated.

Sun Wutian's eyes had turned into copper bells: "Slow?"

Without the help of any resources that can quickly improve your cultivation level, just practicing like this, occasionally taking elixirs to assist in cultivation, and gaining a new level in 20 to 30 days?
You call this slow!?
Sun Wutian coughed and asked, "How long have you been practicing since you started?"

"Last April, I broke through to become a warrior... Last year, I entered Baiyun Martial Arts Academy; now... November..."

Fang Che calculated and said, "Almost two years."

It’s been almost two years!

Sun Wutian took two quick breaths, then held his breath in his stomach and said slowly, "It is indeed... a bit slow."

But in my heart I wanted to slap myself twice.

Although I am an old devil, I still feel guilty about saying that the speed of cultivation is slow.

Fang Che was of course only talking about himself. In fact, Yu Zhongge, Mo Ganyun, Qiuyun, Shangjing and Shuanggao were all classmates who had entered Baiyun Martial Academy and started together like him...

Although they each had their own encounters, they were all moving forward together. But how could Fang Che say that? What if the old devil got jealous and killed them at will? This was not impossible.

Sun Wutan no longer felt that his Yin-Yang Holy Liquid was wasted. Instead, he felt somewhat fortunate.

Fortunately, this kid is almost dying because of me, so I gave him the Yin Yang Holy Liquid, otherwise, I really wouldn't remember to give it to him, and I wouldn't be willing to give it to him.

"Now that you have the Yin-Yang Holy Liquid, you can rest assured to break through the barriers before the Saint. There will be no risk of your meridians being broken."

Sun Wutian exhaled the foul air that had been suppressed in his stomach for half an hour, and said with a refreshed look: "Your meridians have completely transformed into holy meridians... From now on, the road of martial arts will be smooth. Apart from the experience and battles that you desperately need, you don't have to worry about anything else."

"Really?"

Fang Che's eyes widened.

"Could what I said be false?"

Sun Wutian is now much more amiable, and even in Fang Che's opinion, he really has a kind and benevolent look.

Every hair on his face seemed to be dancing with joy.

Although it's a bit of a waste...but Night Demon has such qualifications, it's worth it.

Besides, I can go back to Yan Nan and ask for more. As long as I don’t have to be embarrassed, it shouldn’t be difficult to get some more Yin-Yang Spirit Liquid.

In this way, you not only suffer no loss, but also get a great deal.

After all, if Yan Nan gave it to someone else, it would definitely not be my turn. If I could take one more portion, wouldn't that mean that others would have one less portion?
Thinking about it this way, I even feel a little proud.

"Let's go! Let's go to Baiwuzhou."

Sun Wutan suddenly became full of fighting spirit.

Make up your mind.

This time in Baiwuzhou, we must not reveal our true intentions. We must not hinder the future of Night Demon!
This is my only chance to reach the pinnacle of the world with Hate Heaven Sword in this lifetime! No matter what, I cannot afford to lose!

"How far is it?"

Fang Che was still a little frightened: "Do you want to tear the space apart again?"

"We've already covered most of the way. I'll just fly you the rest of the way."

Sun Wutian thought for a moment and added: "I'll add an aura shield for you, don't worry."

Fang Che rolled his eyes speechlessly.

As expected, the problem lies with the old devil himself. When I tore through space to get on my way, he really didn’t protect me…

Sun Wutan took Fang Che and flew into the sky.

This time, it was much calmer.

They even discussed what to do after arriving in Baiwuzhou while they were on the road.

Sun Wutan asked all the questions humbly, not ashamed to ask questions from others.

Fang Che naturally answered in more detail.

At this moment, the two people's hearts were so close to each other: they must not let the secret out.

The discussion is finally over.

"Ancestor, I am planning to raise Gu to become a god at the leader level this time. Do you have any suggestions and instructions?"

Fang Che asked.

"I've never been in there." Sun Wutan said.

But then his eyes turned and he said, "But you have to deeply understand four words, which are: raising a Gu to become a god!"

"Well, what does the Grandmaster mean?"

"To cultivate Gu means to put thousands of Gu insects together and let them devour each other. In the end, only one will be left, and that is the Gu King!"

Sun Wutian said solemnly: "The significance of the plan of raising Gu to become a god comes from here."

Fang Che's eyes lit up: "Kill all the others?"

Sun Wutian nodded slowly, a gleam in his eyes: "Anyway, the more you kill, the better. The stronger you are, the more attention you will receive."

If Yan Nan heard what Sun Wutan said, he would probably spit at him to death.

Asshole, the plan to raise a Gu to become a god is to raise the Five Spirit Gu, okay! You actually instigated Fang Che to kill everyone?
Fang Che understood what he meant: "Then I will show no mercy after entering and kill until I am the only one left."

Sun Wutian was startled and said hurriedly: "That won't work."

“Didn’t the Grandmaster just say… that there was only one left?” Fang Che was puzzled.

Sun Wutan had a headache.

As an old devil, how could he not know the true meaning of raising a Gu to become a god? However, this is just his style of doing things.

Although he hated the guardians and everyone in the world, he also hated his own orthodox religion.

For him, it was a plan to raise Gu to become a god, so killing a few more really didn't matter, but if he killed them all, he would probably be skinned alive by Yan Nan...

"The leader-level plan of raising Gu to become a god must include the concept of submission. Otherwise, how can one be a leader without subordinates?"

"It's just that it's very difficult to make people surrender here. It's very difficult to make people of the same level surrender!"

"Kill those who don't submit. But you should also be aware that some people cannot be killed."

Sun Wutian said: "You won the championship in your last plan of raising Gu to become a god. Why did you offend so many people? Because you killed too many people you shouldn't have killed."

"This time, many disciples from the headquarters will also go in. You can kill some of them, and I can take care of them. But some people, such as the descendants of several deputy chief leaders, cannot be killed. If you kill them, there will be endless troubles."

"So after you go in, you still have to act according to your circumstances."

Sun Wutian urgently contacted Yan Nan: "In this plan of raising Gu to become a god, how many people does Ye Mo need to kill to win the championship?"

Yan Nan said calmly, "Only those at the peak of the monarch level or even the venerable level are qualified to enter the level of the leader of the God-raising Cult. Ye Mo is only at the monarch level. Even if he has the combat power to fight above his level, how many people can he kill in here? Just make sure he doesn't get killed."

"That's what you said!" Sun Wutan said.

Yan Nan laughed and said, "Wutian, there are an estimated 40,000 people who have entered the God-raising Gu Cult Master-level program. In two months, even if they are lined up for Night Demon to kill, how many can he kill?"

Yan Nan said: "Of course I hope Ye Mo can win the championship, but looking at the current situation, Ye Mo's chances of winning the championship are very low, very low!"

“You must know that there are many who already have positions. Since the Five Spirit Gu do not have the qualifications to establish a sect, they will also enter this plan to raise Gu to become a god to devour the qualifications!”

"Do you think Night Demon can take the top spot?"

Yan Nan asked calmly.

After Yan Nan said this, Sun Wutan felt unsure.

Yes, no matter how talented Night Demon is, and how good he is at fighting above his level, he cannot make up for the defect of his low level and insufficient combat power.

"Just go ahead and do it."

Sun Wutian said: "Be careful. This time, there are also those who have positions but lack Five Spirit Gu who will go in to compete for the qualification... Most of them are above the Venerable level, so the pressure is not small. Be careful to save your life."

Fang Che was shocked and said, "Didn't it originally say that anyone at the Martial Emperor level could enter?"

"What good things do you want?"

Sun Wutian blew his beard and glared: "The Martial Emperor level is just fake news released to the public; look at all the leaders of the subordinate sects of Weiwo Zhengjiao over the years, which one is below the Venerable level? Martial Emperor? Isn't that just for others to slaughter?"

Fang Che thought about it and found that it was true.

Yin Shen Gong, Hai Wuliang, Kou Yifang and others… basically they are either at the high level of Venerable or Saint level.

How can there be any weak person?
"I see."

Fang Che also put away his optimism in an instant.

Next.

The two stopped talking and continued on their way in silence.

……

White Mist Island.

The people guarding the main hall had long known that the Life and Death Patrol Captain Fang Tu was coming here to patrol.

So the atmosphere in Baiwuzhou is a little different recently.

I was a little nervous.

However, Baiwuzhou is a continent that is not inferior to Donghuzhou after all, and the emperor has always been far away.

Not to mention the guardians, even the people of the Solemnity Church think this place is too far away.

It is close to the sea, almost at the edge of the land.

Fang Tu's reputation shook the southeast inland, but in Baiwuzhou, he was just a legend.

Fang Tu?

What will happen if Fang Tu comes?

This is Baiwuzhou. Can he rebel just by coming here alone?

This is the common idea of ​​countless gang families in Baiwuzhou.

“Don’t treat our Baiwuzhou as the white elephant of Donghu. There is the Southeast Headquarters suppressing it. It will be much easier for Fang Tu to do things there. There are people who support him. But coming to Baiwuzhou? Haha...haha..."

"Hey Hey……"

(End of this chapter)