Chapter 50 The Late Arts Universe (1/2)
On the two sides of the Yuxu Palace, there was an ancient Immortal Hill floating in the air. The left side of the hill was often surrounded by colorful auras. Wang Bugui's face was gloomy at present, and he was practicing hard in the array.
Since the little jade rabbit went back to spread what happened when he was cultivating, almost all the spiritual beasts would gather on Immortal Hill to watch him cultivating. Then every time they saw he was beaten plumping, they would burst out laughs. It was another place for the little spiritual beasts to have fun. Of course, except for the Qilin, the chief criminal who would be fixed to the ground every time to have a lesson.
”Rumble!”
Everytime Wang Bugui collided into those meteorites, a terrifying sound would be made. Those didn't know he was cultivating would think it was the thunder. He was protected by the faint golden prana power, and released a vigorous rolling blood vigour. He waved this fist to battle against the meteorites. Suddenly, some dazzling blue characters gathered into beams of light in the array.
They emitted a lot of light, which seemed to make the ancient array alive with a variety of ancient and distant sounds. Sometimes the reciting of the Taoism bibles; sometimes the singing from the Buddhist monks, and perhaps the clearing bells or the melodious sounds of guzheng.
Be carefully, and you could hear the roars of tigers, dragons, apes and phoenixes, which made people feel like they had come to the ancient fairy era which contained various tribes fighting for hegemony. That would be an incomparable great world.
Those symbols and sounds led to the wild flying of the meteorites in the array, all of which rushed to Wang Bugui. He quickly defended; each attack contained all his power, blended with his exuberant blood vigour and the Innate Prana Power.
He continued to struggle with the meteorites and wanted to crack them. However, those meteorites had been sacrificed by the capable, and own the help of the array and auras as well. Wang Bugui was only a small cultivator in the Prana Body State, and how could it be so easy for him to crack the meteorites.
However, Wang Bugui refused to accept the present status. He was extremely strict on himself. He firmly believed that he could crack those meteorites with his current power. If his physical strength was unable to crack them, he would mobilize his blood vigour; if still unable, he would mobilize his Innate Prana Power; in the end, he even resorted to the Blood Attacking Art of the Van Helsing family.
However, things would not always follow the hearts of the people, especially cultivation. Wang Bugui seemed to be wild, but he still failed to crack the meteorites even if he almost lost half of his life. He could only stop them at most.
The harder he was, the stronger the power released by the meteorites, and by the end it had exceeded the limit of this state. When Wang Bugui stopped, his hands fully covered with blood had been completely distorted, and his legs had already been blurred.
His body was also bloody, and even his bones could be seen. Due to his last few attacks, the meteorites send a counterattack beyond the state.
His embryo Break Heaven Fist at the Prana Body State was weaker than the meteorites' power at the Prana Soul State, so his arm bones were broken. In the following second, there were two meteorites attacking him, and he lifted his feet to resist. His calf bones were crushed. When he was beaten away in the midair, he was hit by another dozen meteorites, and four of his ribs were broken, so was his spine spinal column.
Wang Bugui endured the pain and mobilized his prana power to repair. But the effect was slow, and he tried to open his mouth to let the little jade rabbit take out a few grasses of old herbs from him and threw them into his mouth. Then he ran the prana blood to accelerate the medicine effect. He would pick the herbs before coming here every day, because there was no time that he was not seriously injured after cultivating in the hill.
He had been used to covering with blood on his limbs, but this time his injury was extraordinarily serious. All his limbs were interrupted, four of his ribs were broken, and his spine was almost completely broken. They were merely connected by the prana blood. He wanted to wail, but had no strength to make a sound.
With his vague eyes, he could only see a blood-red world. Even though the herbs had fully taken effect, he still couldn't stand up. Blood gradually lost, and he only felt that he couldn't breathe. The whole world began to rotate, his eyes were black, and then he completely fainted. In the end, he was taken back to the Yuxu Palace by the Qilin, and he was cured by his master.
Yun Jinghong sat next to Wang Bugui. Before the spiritual beasts took Wang Bugui here, he had at saw what happened through his spirit mind. Looking at this disciple who was quietly lying on the jade bench, he reached out his hand to rub the bloody forehead. His brows were slightly knitted. He was well aware of the efforts of his disciple. Every day when the sun just rose, he would begin to cultivate until the night fell.
Since he started cultivating the explosion, he had been staggering back with wounded body every day. He had been remolded twice, and there were few bodies in the world that could compare with him. Why would he treat himself like this?