While Zhao Xingzhou was trying his best to find Zuo Zhicheng and the Yama's Holy Son …
One day later, Zuo Zhicheng left the Naruta Mountains with the Yama's Holy Son and headed northwest to the Acheron Devil Palace. His body glided across the sand like a gust of wind. His entire person was like a shadow, darting forward at a rapid speed.
During the avalanche, besides taking the Yama's Holy Son away, he also saved Qing Yueyang and reached an agreement with her.
Now, he was going to the Acheron Devil Palace with the Yama's Holy Son to confirm the existence of the Underworld Sect's treasure. Qing Yueyang would cover for him and stall for time. At the same time, she would take care of Xu Hongfei and Ah Yue. Finally, she led the Shadow Corps back to Haijing.
This time, Zuo Zhicheng didn't have to worry about Xu Hongfei and Ah Yue's speed. He only had to carry the Yama's Holy Son on his back. His speed increased instantly. His explosive power and endurance were both amazing.
The Yama's Holy Son on his back was hanging limply on the ground like a living dead. However, his eyes could still move and his mouth could still speak. However, his spine was broken and there was nothing below his right elbow. It was obvious that he was at his weakest point in history.
However, when he saw Zuo Zhicheng's actions, he still asked, "Are you going to run all the way to the Acheron Devil Palace like this?"
"Until we find a new means of transportation, that's how it is for now," Zuo Zhicheng said.
"I've been thinking about your final transformation and your explosive power. Now it seems … "The Yama's Holy Son's eyes showed a hint of contemplation. It seemed that exploring martial arts was still his greatest interest even now.
"After that, your physical strength didn't show any obvious signs of exhaustion. Your injuries weren't as serious as I thought. It seems that it wasn't your explosive power, but your huge body. You usually look like you've compressed your body to reduce consumption and camouflage. "
The Yama's Holy Son analyzed with assurance, as if he didn't care about his current state of being a prisoner. "However, in terms of martial arts, unless you're at the Void Refinement Stage, no matter how powerful your divine skills are, it's impossible to shrink your bones. Even if it's a bone-shrinking technique, it can only dislocate your joints to reduce your body size.
Therefore, your secret technique can only be a dao technique. You have a life plexus that can shrink your bones and adjust the structure of your body. "
Zuo Zhicheng glanced at the Holy Son of Hell in surprise. His martial arts experience and insight were indeed frightening. As a matter of fact, it was impossible for him not to be terrifying. As a genius who might not appear even once in a hundred years and had once stepped into the Void Refinement Realm, his comprehension ability, learning ability, experience in martial arts, and realm were naturally very terrifying.
Therefore, he was also a very valuable person. After all, the number of known Void Refinement Stage experts in the world could be counted with one hand. From this, one could see just how valuable the Yama Holy Son's martial experience and insight were.
Seeing Zuo Zhicheng look back at him, the Holy Son of Flaming Demon hurriedly asked, "How is it? Am I right? "
Zuo Zhicheng nodded. "Although it's not exactly the same, the theory is more or less the same."
"Wait, I know. Your original body size was not that of a giant. You grew up first and then shrank. Hahaha, I see, I see. This secret technique combines the power of Taoism and martial arts. It's simply a wonderful work of art. However, to go against the natural order, one must know the structure of the body like the back of one's hand. There can't be the slightest mistake. Otherwise, one will be crippled for life and lose all his martial arts. In the worst case, one will die suddenly.
You're still alive? By the way, what's the name of this secret technique? Why haven't I heard of it before? Who created it? "
Zuo Zhicheng said lightly, "This secret technique is called the Frightening Transformation of Gods and Demons. As for the person who created this secret technique, how do you know it's not me?"
The Holy Son of Hell sneered. "Zuo Zhicheng, you may have defeated me, but in the end, you're still just a boxing master. No matter how well you apply your moves, or how well you react, martial arts is just a tool in your hands. I don't see the slightest bit of your passion for martial arts. If I had half a month to consolidate the Void Training Realm, absorb the spiritual energy, cleanse the marrow and change the tendons, and improve the physical body, you would definitely be no match for me. "
Zuo Zhicheng did not refute. He just said, "The person who created this martial art is called Prometheus."
"Pu … Pu … Mi … Xiu?" The Holy Son of Flaming Demon said awkwardly, "He's a foreigner? I didn't expect there to be such a master in the Western Continent. I've met their demon hunters and knights before, but I didn't seem to have such knowledge. "
At the end of his words, the Holy Son of Flaming Demon's voice suddenly lowered. "Zuo Zhicheng, why didn't you kill me?"
Zuo Zhicheng said, "Your memory, experience, and vision are very valuable. It's too wasteful to kill you before you've completely unearthed your value."
"Haha, then you should know that with my aptitude and temperament, as well as my experience of stepping into the Void Training Realm, I'll eventually step into the Void Training Realm again as long as I'm given time. By then, the injuries on my body will be nothing. I'll only be stronger than before. Aren't you afraid?"
"If you really step into the Void Training Realm again, you can challenge me again if you're not afraid of death. However, the true meaning of martial arts has been reversed. It won't be so easy for you to step into the Void Training Realm again. "
After Zuo Zhicheng finished speaking, a group of mounted bandits rushed over. They seemed to be interested in Zuo Zhicheng. Zuo Zhicheng glanced at them coldly and said, "Someone's here to deliver the horses."
Then, the two of them went to meet the other party. Soon after, shrill screams rang out in the Gobi Desert.
…
Five days later, the two of them finally arrived at the foot of the mountain of the Netherworld Devil Palace after a long journey. Zuo Zhicheng followed the instructions of the Holy Son of Hell and walked toward a cliff. At this time, the Holy Son of Hell was still being carried on Zuo Zhicheng's back. His face was pale and he looked like he was seriously ill.
Now, his martial arts realm had regressed back to the human form. Moreover, his spine was broken by Zuo Zhicheng and his right hand was cut off. If they were to fight, he might not even be a match for Qing Yueyang.
Zuo Zhicheng said, "I'll ask you one last time. Are you sure you didn't remember wrongly?" By remembering wrongly, he naturally meant to ask if the Holy Son of Hell was lying.
The Holy Son of Hell said faintly, "I want to live. I want to step into the peak of martial arts again. In front of this, all love and hatred are nothing. Only a lowly life will sacrifice itself at will. The path of seeking the Tao is already so difficult and dangerous. How can I waste my energy on the roadside scenery?
As long as one is alive, there are endless opportunities. Do you think I will give up the chance to step into the peak again for a little wealth and hatred?
The things below are meaningless to me. You can do whatever you want with them. "
Zuo Zhicheng's eyes flashed slightly. He carried the Holy Son of Hell and climbed down the cliff bit by bit. The deeper he went, the thicker the fog became. Gradually, his whole body was shrouded in a thick layer of fog. His shadow could no longer be seen from above.
Although Zuo Zhicheng was cautious along the way, the Holy Son of Hell did not hide or hold back anything, just as he said.
Soon, the final secret of the Underworld Sect appeared in front of Zuo Zhicheng.
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