"Stop pushing. I have my own legs," Wutian said with a dark face.
Little Wuhao withdrew his hand and chuckled, "I knew you were a loyal person. Hurry up and go, don't drag your feet."
Wutian rolled his eyes and turned to look at the battlefield. He frowned and said, "I can go, but the fluctuations of the battle are too strong. I will be crushed to pieces before I can get close. Elder, you must help me."
The old man said, "Little brother, just tell me what to do. As long as I can save my master's divine bones, I am willing to give up my life."
Wutian smiled and shook his head. "It's not that serious. Elder, you just need to set up a divine power enchantment for me."
"Okay."
The old man nodded and waved his hand. A blood-red radiance gushed out and turned into a ten-meter-wide enchantment that enveloped Wutian.
"Wutian, I think we should just forget about it," Longhu said, looking worried.
"No."
Before he finished speaking, the Blood Red Clothed Old Man and Little Wu Hao immediately spoke in unison.
"Master, there are many things you don't know."
The old man explained, "Everyone thinks that as long as one is reincarnated successfully, he will be able to break through the bottleneck that he couldn't break through in his previous life. But in fact, if he doesn't fuse with the divine bones of his previous life, the chances will only increase by 30 percent."
"Only 30 percent?"
Wutian raised his eyebrows.
The old man nodded. There was no trace of deceit on his face.
Wutian asked, "What if I fuse with the divine bones?"
The old man said, "70 percent."
"Gasp!"
Wutian took a cold breath. He didn't expect that the chances would increase to 70 percent with just one more divine bone.
"I can't let it be destroyed."
Wutian murmured to himself. He didn't hesitate and stared at the battlefield in the distance. The moment the two arms hit the divine bones and retracted, he stepped out decisively and appeared in front of the divine bones. He shouted angrily, "Elders, stop!"
Boom!
However, the two arms did not react in the slightest. They fiercely bombarded Wutian, shattering the divine barrier. In an instant, the terrifying power tore apart Wutian's body. Blood splattered everywhere, and the eerie white bones were clearly visible!
"Ah … Stop!"
Wutian let out a painful roar, so he closed his eyes and took a gamble!
At this moment, Little Wu Hao, Longhu, and the old man in blood-red clothes were all staring at Wutian and his two arms. Their hearts were in their throats, and they were extremely nervous!
Seeing the two arms getting closer and closer, Little Wu Hao could no longer stay calm. She shouted, "Old man, quickly save him!"
The blood-red-clothed old man's expression kept changing.
Seeing this, Longhu roared, "Bastard, quickly save Wutian. If he dies here, I'll cut my own throat on the spot!"
The blood-red-clothed old man's body trembled, and he reached out with his aged hand.
However, at this moment, the two arms suddenly stopped in front of Wutian's chest. The terrifying power dissipated in an instant. Even so, he was still sent flying, and blood gushed out of his mouth!
Swoosh!
Little Wu Hao and Longhu teleported at the same time and stood behind Wutian, using their bodies as meat shields to block Wutian.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
As a result, Longhu and Little Wu Hao were also sent flying. One of them spat out blood, and the other's energy body almost collapsed.
In the end, the three of them stabilized their bodies with the help of the blood-red-clothed old man.
Little Wu Hao immediately took out an imperial herb from the Astral Realm and fed it to Wutian. Then, she looked at the blood-red-clothed old man with a gloomy expression.
Longhu was the same. He said in a deep voice, "Wutian is my brother and my only family in this world. If there's a next time, I'll never admit my identity."
The blood-red-clothed old man's expression changed, and he hurriedly said, "Master, this old servant knows his mistake. Please forgive me."
"Hmph!"
Longhu snorted and turned to look at Wutian. He asked with concern, "Are you alright?"
Wutian waved his hand and glanced at the blood-red-clothed old man who was panicking. He said, "He's also trying to protect the God's Bone of your previous life. He's worth understanding. Don't blame him."
Longhu said, "I am me, and I am Longhu. No one can replace me. No matter how powerful the Spirit-devouring Demon Emperor is, it has nothing to do with me."
Hearing this, the blood-red-clothed old man's face turned pale.
"Master, I …"
Longhu said, "Don't call me master. I'm just an insignificant junior. I can't afford it. You can just call me by my name in the future."
The blood-red-clothed old man's body trembled and he immediately knelt on the ground. He said in a panic, "If master doesn't like it, this old servant can call you young master. But this old servant would never dare to call you by your name."
Longhu helplessly looked at Wutian and Little Wu Hao.
Little Wu Hao said, "Just follow his wishes. Otherwise, there'll be no end to it."
After pondering for a while, Longhu nodded. He turned to look at the blood-red-clothed old man and said, "Young master it is. But I have to say this in advance. Wutian is my brother. No matter what my identity is, this cannot be changed. In the future, as long as it's him, you must listen to him."
"This old servant will follow your wishes, young master."
The blood-red-clothed old man's face immediately showed a hint of joy.
Longhu smiled and said, "Get up!"
"Yes."
The blood-red-clothed old man respectfully bowed and stood up. He turned around and cupped his hands. "Mister Wutian, please forgive this old servant's previous mistakes."
"Let bygones be bygones."
Wutian smiled faintly. He was not an unreasonable person. He knew that everything the old man did was for Longhu's sake. Why would he care?
Then, he looked ahead.
As far as his eyes could see, the two arms were floating in the void motionlessly. Their auras were also gone. If he had not seen it with his own eyes, no one would have thought that they had such incredible fighting strength.
The divine bone was floating on the other side. Six of his ribs were broken and scattered in all directions. They were emitting a shocking aura.
Wutian asked, "Old senior, will the six broken ribs affect the fusion?"
The blood-red-clothed old man shook his head and said, "As long as they are not crushed."
Wutian nodded and stepped in front of the two arms. He did not know how to collect them. After thinking about it, he simply stretched out his hands.
However, after waiting for a full 100 breaths, the two arms did not react at all.
"How can I make them merge into the arms?"
Wutian mumbled.
After thinking for a long time, Wutian could not figure it out. He simply put it aside and said, "Old senior, let's do the last step of confirmation."
"You still need to confirm?" The blood-red-clothed old man was stunned.
Wutian said, "Although everything you said fits Longhu perfectly, I still think it is necessary to confirm again to avoid getting the wrong person. Also, if it is confirmed that Longhu is not the reincarnation of Spirit-devouring Demon Emperor, old senior, I hope you …"
Before Wutian could finish, the blood-red-clothed old man smiled and said, "Don't worry, Mister. If it is as you expect, I will let you out immediately."
"I am relieved to hear that. Let's start now!" Wutian said with a smile.
The blood-red-clothed old man nodded and looked at Longhu. He said, "Young master, please stand next to the divine bones."
Longhu scratched his head and glanced at Wutian and the others. He strode forward. However, after taking two steps, he suddenly stopped and turned back to ask, "If the divine bones can really merge with me, will I immediately recover the memory and strength of my previous life?"
"No."
The blood-red-clothed old man shook his head and explained, "The fusion is only the first step. It will prove that you are indeed the reincarnation of the Devil Emperor. After the fusion is successful, it will take a long time to fuse the divine bone with your own bones. After the fusion is successful, only those who are more powerful than the master will be able to kill the young master."
Little Wu Hao said in surprise, "Doesn't it mean that you are immortal?"
The blood-red-clothed old man said proudly, "I am not talking nonsense, but even the current Emperor of Heaven can't destroy the divine bones left by the master. It is not an exaggeration to say that you are immortal."
"Immortal. I am looking forward to it."
Longhu smiled foolishly and strode next to the divine bones.
The blood-red-clothed old man waved his hand, and the six broken ribs flew up into the air. As a radiance blossomed, the ribs connected to the old man's chest. He then said, "Young Master, pour your blood on the divine bones."
Longhu bit his finger, and drops of blood flowed out and dripped onto the skull of the divine bones.
The blood immediately melted and seeped into the divine bones, and it quickly seeped down.
Not long after, the originally white skull turned into a patch of blood.
Then, the spine, sternum, back, hand, leg, and foot bones were all soaked in blood.
Just as the entire divine bones were soaked in blood, the divine bones suddenly emitted a hazy blood-red glow. Then, under the shocked gazes of Wutian and the others, the divine bones automatically merged into Longhu's body and disappeared.
It was also at this moment that Longhu closed his eyes. His expression was calm and serene, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.
"That's right. The young master is the master's reincarnation!"
Seeing this, the blood-red-clothed old man's body immediately trembled.
Wutian and Little Wu Hao looked at each other. They had no choice but to accept this fact.
After thinking about it, Wutian asked, "Senior, after Longhu and the divine bones are successfully fused, will he have the ability to fight the Emperor of Heaven?"
"Of course not."
The blood-red-clothed old man shook his head and said, "The divine bones can only protect the young master from being killed. The rest depends on his own efforts. However, I will do my best to help the young master recover to his peak state as soon as possible."
"How long will it take?" Wutian asked.
"I don't know about that. It depends on the young master's aptitude," the blood-red-clothed old man said.
Wutian nodded. He seemed to have suddenly thought of something and said, "By the way, senior, how did the Spirit Swallowing Demon Emperor fall back then?"
The blood-red-clothed old man said, "It's a long story. I'll just say it briefly. Back then, the Demon Emperor was bloodthirsty and angered many gods. In the end, hundreds of gods joined forces to suppress him. These hundreds of gods were all overlords at the time and had unparalleled combat power. After decades of bloody battles, the Demon Emperor killed the invaders one by one. However, the Demon Emperor was also at the end of his life, so he had no choice but to reincarnate."
Wutian was silent. The blood-red clothed old man's words were indeed very simple, but he knew that the battle between the gods could easily destroy the heavens and the earth. One could only imagine how tragic that battle was.
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