Chapter 105 Ming Hong

Chapter 105 Ming Hong

Lan Ling took the four children away. It was daytime now, and the mountain god's pollen was of little use. Ordinary wild beasts were no match for a cultivator of the third heaven. Zhao Yushu was not worried at all along the way, and it could not even be said that he had escaped danger.

"I, speak." A familiar stutter suddenly came, and Zhao Yushu turned back in surprise: "Boy, are you okay?"

"No, I can speak." Oh, he can speak, but he hasn't recovered yet. It's been almost a whole day. As a cultivator of the third heaven, Hei Lu's recovery speed is indeed too slow. It seems that he has been badly tricked by the mountain god.

"It seems that if I want you to regain your fighting power, I still have to go to the mountain god's bird's nest. Tell me, what is useful?"

Black Deer blinked: "Fruit core."

Forget it, you'd better take a rest. If I can get the fruit core, I might as well just kill the mountain god and be done with it. Why do I need you to recover? Well, I'll fight alone.

"Black Deer, what's wrong with the mountain god?"

This problem has troubled Zhao Yushu for a long time. A lower-level god is sick. This sounds confusing. Zhao Yushu can't figure out the problem. He thinks it's useless to kill the mountain god.

"Rotten." Black Deer said without hesitation.

Rotten? This word is well used. It obviously does not mean that a tree is rotting. The mountain god clearly stated that he can be anything. So the rot refers to his body, or the consciousness, or even the throne of the god, which is rotting.

"If you become a mountain god, you won't continue to rot?"

"meeting."

So curing illness and possessing another's body are two separate events. Zhao Yushu thought about it and asked, "Why can eating a child cure illness?"

"Child, clean, incurable, relief."

What the hell?

Black Deer's four short words made Zhao Yushu stand there in a daze. He ate the child because he was clean. How could the child be clean? How could the adult be unclean? The child was not a cultivator. In other words, the mountain god's illness had nothing to do with spiritual power, but seemed to be something more obscure.

Moreover, eating babies cannot cure the disease, it only relieves the symptoms. Doesn't that mean I have to keep eating them in the future?

"How can I cure the disease?" Zhao Yushu had an ominous premonition.

Black Deer closed his eyes: "No."

Sure enough!

Zhao Yushu also closed his eyes: "Will killing the mountain god be useful?"

Black Deer did not speak. After half an incense stick of time had passed, Black Deer opened his eyes and said, "God is dying."

This was the first time that Hei Lu uttered four consecutive words, and he spoke them very smoothly, as if he had said these four words many times.

Zhao Yushu only felt dizzy for a moment. God, not just the mountain god. He did not ask how the god would die, because Hei Lu’s ability to express himself clearly was definitely not enough. But the fact that the god was going to die was far beyond his understanding of the seriousness of the matter.

This was not the kind of Dharma-ending age described in the novels of his previous life, nor was it the exhaustion of spiritual power, otherwise the academy would have been prepared for it and would not have hidden it from him. This was another kind of death, involving the fall of imperial power and the demise of ordinary people.

Troubled times are coming!

"I want to meet the mountain god!" Zhao Yushu walked towards the cave exit: "If the deal is settled, I will bring the core back. If not," Zhao Yushu paused, "tell Lan Ling that I will miss the appointment twice."

"I'll go, together!" Hei Lu shouted anxiously, but Zhao Yushu ignored him and reached for his neck: "Give me the sword."

The bronze sword was pulled down, and the black deer had no power to resist. Zhao Yushu observed the cross-section and found that it was covered with copper rust. He had seen it when he had hit the broken sword with his head. The cross-section of the half sword in the core of the Mountain God Fruit was also covered with copper rust. In other words, it was not broken recently. The black deer was just looking for an opportunity to insert the half of the broken sword into the fruit core.

No wonder the magical weapon that made Mrs. Xu so excited failed to kill the mountain god. It was not complete at all.

As the bronze sword was in hand, a stream of light poured into the palm of the hand, and the Qi sea suddenly began to boil. Half of the sword body slowly emerged at the side of Madam Xu, and two ancient seal characters appeared under the hilt: Minghong!

He created himself against the will of Heaven, and is feared by the Emperor of Man. Only gods will kill him.

Zhao Yushu felt the changes in the Qi in his body and his spiritual power kept rising. Although he had not yet reached the third heaven, his Qi sea had a tendency to condense. His spiritual power became purer and more condensed, more than twice as much as before, far surpassing the average second heaven cultivator. Even the ordinary third heaven cultivators were not as good as him.

Zhao Yushu firmly believed that when he got the other half and combined the two into one, he would be able to truly reach the third heaven and directly break through the bottleneck of the third heaven that had stuck many cultivators for their entire lives.

There is no bottleneck in my own cultivation.

His right shoulder and back felt numb and itchy, and the wounds healed quickly. Zhao Yushu couldn't help but want to laugh. What's this? Will the health and mana be automatically full after upgrading?

However, the introduction of Minghong is very interesting and very domineering. It is self-forged against the will of heaven and feared by the Emperor of Man. These two sentences alone indicate the demeanor of a real divine weapon. And the last sentence, "It will not be killed unless it is a god", can it be interpreted that anyone with a god's position cannot withstand it?

Zhao Yushu's mind moved, and he stretched out his hand. Half of Minghong appeared in his palm. Old Zhao turned his head and looked at Heilu lying on the bed: "Brother, let's do a test?"

Hei Lu looked at the broken sword in Zhao Yushu's hand. It was obviously his own sword, but at this moment, it was as if Zhao Yushu had changed the sword. There was no change in appearance, but it was as if it had regained its youth, with an irrepressible arrogance and pride.

Seeing Zhao Yushu approaching with a grim smile, Hei Lu was actually a little scared. Unfortunately, he was unable to move now. He could only watch as Old Zhao picked up the broken sword and gently slashed his arm.

At this time, Old Zhao understood what it meant to be hit by a rusty sword. The blade of this sword was rusted and had almost no killing power. If the other half had not been stuck in the fruit core of the mountain god, Zhao Yushu would have doubted whether the introduction about Minghong was pure bragging.

"Oh, as expected, it poses no threat to non-gods. If you want to live up to your status, you should have the ability to kill gods with one blow. But Madam Xu also has it, so what other hidden functions do you have?" Zhao Yushu muttered to himself while holding the sword. He pondered for a long time but couldn't think of anything. He could only consider trying it on the mountain god.

"Okay, I'm leaving now. If I'm lucky, I'll bring you the core. If I'm unlucky, we'll all just wait to die. Goodbye."

Zhao Yushu waved his hand and walked out of the cave. The black deer blinked and wanted to say something, but finally sighed slightly, staring at the sunlight shining through the hole above his head with wide eyes, wondering what he was thinking.

In a dense forest, Zhao Yushu squatted on the ground, looking at a dozen or so mummified corpses in front of him, his eyes trembling.

The hunters and villagers in the mountain village had their spiritual power forced to activate by the Blood God Flower pollen for two consecutive nights, and all of their blood and essence had been sucked dry and they died.

Zhang Chun judged that the maximum time was three days based on his own judgment, and the mountain god would not have any mercy on these ordinary villagers. Instead, he would madly squeeze their vitality.

Zhao Yushu suppressed his anger, drew out his sword and chopped down several large trees around him, cleared a piece of open space, dug a large hole and placed the corpse neatly in it, then used a piece of wood as a tombstone and made a simple mark.

"Now that this matter is over, I will let your relatives take you back for burial. Please bear with it for the time being. I will kill the monster and bury it with you."