Blood Moon Hunters Chapter 50 The Late Arts Universe

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. w.a.n.g 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 w.a.n.g 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 w.a.n.g 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. w.a.n.g 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, w.a.n.g 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. w.a.n.g 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 w.a.n.g Bugui stopped, his hands fully covered with blood had been completely distorted, and his legs had already been blurred.

His body was also b.l.o.o.d.y, 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. .h.i.t by another dozen meteorites, and four of his ribs were broken, so was his spine spinal column.

w.a.n.g 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 gra.s.ses 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 w.a.n.g Bugui. Before the spiritual beasts took w.a.n.g 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 b.l.o.o.d.y 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?

But he was still full of self-confidence. Although he only had half a life every time, he still smiled and looked for Yun Jinghong to heal. Yun Jinghong couldn't help but make a sigh. The responsibility that w.a.n.g Bugui had to carry was too heavy. His thin shoulders raised the hope of a whole family, the responsibility of guarding the important people around him, and the duty to save the woman he owed.

A trace of sorrow flashed in Yun Jinghong's eyes. Then his eyes were slightly moist, and his nose was sour. Such a genius like w.a.n.g Bugui should have grown up with countless honors, but he suffered such an accident during his childhood. He lost everything, and had to take all the responsibility on his own. With rare cultivating talent and the ancient magical treasure, but he worked harder than anyone else to cultivate. Yun Jinghong slowly walked over with a heavy sigh.

"Ah, Master! Uh..." w.a.n.g Bugui woke up, and when he saw his Master, he was about to get up, but his body instinctively betrayed him.

Yun Jinghong quickly raised his hand to stop w.a.n.g Bugui, and then got up to gesture, using his own Innate Prana Power to help him restore the prana blood he lost. He injected a large number of auras into w.a.n.g Bugui's body with the other hand, to help accelerate the effect of the herbs, making w.a.n.g Bugui's flesh and blood reborn. Injected with such pure prana power and spiritual power, he felt that he was much better. He also followed to resorted to martial arts to heal the wounds. At the same time, he recalled the battle and reflected his mistakes.

"I've told you to not push yourself! Why to risk your life?" Yun Jinghong asked softly.

"Having a wonderful dream until the noon, and then playing with the spiritual beasts on the Pure Land, I want such life too, but my time is not enough. I only have twenty years at most. But I just reached the Prana Body State. There was a true-immortal enemy waiting for me in the future, so I must work harder." w.a.n.g Bugui revealed a bitter smile.

"You have done a good job already. I have been in this state for three years. The cultivation is getting more difficult in the future days. It will take nearly a hundred years to break through to be the saints. How hard is the cultivating road!" Yun Jinghong shook his head and sighed.

"In the era of the last arts, you did not have such a treasure like the pendent, so is a hundred years still a long time?" w.a.n.g Bugui expressed his confusion.

"You know, among those who are not affected by the era of the late arts, as for the talents, it will take them twenty years to be immortal, as for the medium-sized talents thirty years, and for those with few talents a hundred years."

"In addition, there are G.o.ds, the ten ancient creator G.o.ds, and heavenly emperors superior to the immortals. What's my rank? I'm just a cultivator who can't even achieve to be an immortal. I can't escape the fate brought by the era of the late arts."

"Haha, Taoism, Taoism! Taoism contains not only success, but also failure. How can I be forever? How can I be immortal?"

Yun Jinghong sighed into the sky. He didn't want to give in. But how many people had been trapped by the era of the late arts? Looking back to the ancient times, there were roads to be immortal, and mortals relying on cultivation to become an immortal was possible. At least in the world with the complete Taoism, it was possible for him to achieve to be an immortal. However, this world he was in lacked of complete Taoism.

Not only him, no one had achieved to be immortal in the past two thousand years. Even a stunning genius would be trapped in the life of just a thousand years, and then turned into a handful of loess. The heaven was so ruthless to bury talents generation after generation.

"Master..." w.a.n.g Bugui stretched his hand, intending to say something, but he did not know how to make it.

Yun Jinghong looked back at him, and his eyes were full of vicissitudes. Only when he watched w.a.n.g Bugui, his eyes would give off brilliance. Slightly browning, he said, "Don't worry. Though I have no hope of becoming an immortal, you are there. There have been prophecies that in this era there will be a chance to become immortals, and I will do everything I can to let you seize the opportunity!"

Yun Jinghong was so determined, and w.a.n.g Bugui could only nod, no longer saying anything. Only to work hard to cultivate to not let him down was the best comfort for Yun Jinghong.

Later, they two had chatted for two hours. n.o.body knew what they talked about. But it seemed that both of them had been relieved from the knots in their hearts. w.a.n.g Bugui was still desperate to cultivation, and Yun Jinghong left, fluttering in white.