Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 606: Water Realm
Pei Ye was defeated the moment the wrestling started. The arm that held the sword was forced to bend its elbow backwards, and the empty space of his chest and neck was instead in front of his arm - under the golden and purple robe was of course a body that had already completed the spiritual transformation, and the enormous strength of his muscles and bones seemed to crush him.

Pei Ye's [Xiu Hu] had already died, and he ignited it only to drive the [Fei Yu Xian] move just now. It was a magical sword attack that attracted the attention of immortals, but it could not be used to support defense and gambling.

What's more important is that the part of the meridian tree that grows above the seven lives is still very short, with new buds and tender branches, barely enough to serve as firewood. Pei Ye must be used with extreme caution, otherwise once the six lives are lost, it will be equivalent to returning to the middle three realms, which will be an unbearable weakening of the entire body.

Especially in a battle like this.

The dark green eyes were right in front of him, and the cold look in them was easy to discern - without any other considerations, he just wanted to kill the boy in front of him.

As the words fell, the golden robe suddenly swayed in the air, and a powerful punch burst out from it, rushing straight to the boy's face. Jade Tiger broke free from the lock on Yu Sicheng's throat with a clang, sparks and blood bloomed at the same time, and the long sword swung out in front of him.

The fist and the sword collided, and the feeling of muteness tried to climb up the majestic and straight power, but it was torn apart in an instant. The punch pressed the sword and hit the boy's left shoulder with great force. The sound of broken bones was crisp and the bright red blood soaked half of his clothes in an instant.

This is the first punch. With such horrific damage, it will only take three punches to destroy this body.

The origin of "boxing" is the way for the strong to always be strong. Pei Ye felt this sentence very clearly at this moment.

When a person who is far superior to you in strength, speed, and toughness comes punching you, it is like a mountain pressing down on you. It is a pure confrontation of body against body. It is not like a sword that seeks to kill with precision in an instant, because no matter where it hits, the injury is definitely not just to that small area.

The overwhelming force of the fist, the tremendous shock penetrating into the body, the excruciating pain of having bones, flesh and blood smashed in an instant... each of them is enough to paralyze the recipient's body, and in just a moment, the next punch will break your head.

Of course, for Pei Ye, this was not a moment when his brain went blank. He was already extremely familiar with the body's reaction when injured. When a part of the body was severely injured, allowing other parts to remain calm and resolutely execute commands was already his most basic quality when fighting against those enemies.

The severe pain made him clench his teeth, but his eyes never left Yu Sicheng. He twisted his body to receive the sword with his left shoulder, just in time to attack with his right sword. At the moment of receiving the punch, [Piao Hui Feng] flowed out from the sword, connected with the majestic fist force and fist wind. The young man's body floated like a leaf, and flew backwards suddenly at an unpredictable trajectory, and passed through the south wall of the house.

However, Yu Sicheng had no worries about chasing out of the mansion. Pei Ye was still floating in the air, and the distant robe appeared before his eyes again in the blink of an eye, and the process in between seemed to be cut off.

He raised his fist again and locked his dark green eyes on the boy.

This life-or-death pressure made Pei Ye's body boil for the first time in a long time. He also looked directly at Yu Sicheng, his black eyes suddenly dyed golden, and he said softly with his bloody lips: "Stop."

For the first time, Yu Sicheng's expression changed. His movements paused slightly. Although he was dislocated for a moment, Pei Ye did not move away again. He gritted his teeth and held the sword with both hands. The Chihuo on the blade was as red as jade. He shouted fiercely, and the Jade Tiger "clanged" and cut into the wound on his throat again!
Yu Sicheng shook, and a trace of blood flowed from his lips. As his body became unstable, his trance ended, and the young man in front of him had become a punching target.

The fist roared like a vicious tiger, roaring to tear everything apart, but when it hit hard, what was fed back was not a crushing blow, but a piece of thick, smooth and tough jade, and the sound of a crisp crack was like a ring.

The Chilong's clear roar sounded in the air, its jade-black body was expanding, and jade-scaled claws emerged from the boy's arms. Its huge body was lying across the boy's face. Before Yu Sicheng's second punch arrived, the Chilong's handsome head lowered its head and swallowed the boy in its mouth, then leaped down quickly.

Yu Sicheng bent his fingers into claws, and with his arm back, his five fingers dug into the back half of the Chilong's long body. As they crossed, the sound of scales shattering suddenly sounded like pearls falling all over the ground. Fresh blood splashed in the air, he gritted his teeth and growled, cold flames burning in his dark green eyes, his purple robe rose, he locked the Chilong's tail with his arms, as if he was about to pick up the immortal hunter again.

However, there was no foothold in the air, and the purple robe fell along the long dragon, but the landing point was not the ground, but a huge ice pool.

Yu Sicheng's house is adjacent to Nanchi, one of the eight ponds of the Ming Dynasty. It is as wide and deep as a small lake.

The thick ice surface broke apart under the impact, ice fragments splashed, cold water formed waves, and the snow dust stirred up flew like smoke. Yu Sicheng firmly grasped the Chiwei, and the next fist was already clenched in his sleeve... But the next moment, the dripping scales and blood in his hand suddenly became slightly weak.

The two men and the dragon plunged into the lake with a bang. Yu Sicheng squeezed hard again, but his arms were empty.

In the turbulent icy water, the young man and the black dragon disappeared out of thin air, and only thousands of bubbles and ice chips floated rapidly upwards, like an upside-down snowfall.

The golden and purple robe fluttered under the water, and Yu Sicheng's body slowly calmed down.

He jumped back to the shore lightly. His precious clothes were impervious to water. Water flowed along the hem of his clothes to his feet. He lowered his eyes to look at the huge ice cave. Only large pieces of ice were still swaying on the water.

The shark pearl powder they swallowed at the beginning of the war really took effect, and the mirage accepted them.

Yu Sicheng raised his hand and touched the wound in his throat that was still bleeding, and said coldly: "You are courting death."

……

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The golden and purple robe dissipated and disappeared in the distorted light, and the surrounding water suddenly became extremely quiet, as if they had stumbled into a realm that had not been disturbed for a thousand years, and for a moment, the only disturbance was the disturbance caused by their bodies.

The black dragon continued to meander towards the depths without stopping. It could not tell the direction and swam in other directions at the fastest speed. There was no sound here, and the water was clear without any impurities, but there was no light at all. After about a minute, the floating dragon fire reached the bottom of the pool first, and the black dragon coiled up and opened its mouth towards the ground.

Pei Ye leaned on his sword with one hand and supported his injured left shoulder with the other, sliding down from the teeth of the black dragon. The rushing water blocked his five senses again. The dragon fire spread out, illuminating the surrounding four or five feet. Pei Ye looked around with his injured arm. Although the bottom of the lake was still empty and deep, it was not empty. The place where they landed was a huge high rock. Not far away, they could see many swaying water plants, some very small fish swimming among them, and scattered shrimps and snails clinging to the rocks... It felt like a world where life had just been born.

Pei Ye sat down leaning against a stone and slowly untied the blood-stained clothes on his shoulders, revealing the horrific wound.

The flesh was torn apart, the tendons and bones were exposed, half of the shoulder was deformed and protruded backwards, the broken bones lost their support, and the shoulder, which should have been strong, became terribly soft.

He hissed coldly, raised his hand, grasped his shoulder, and slowly aligned the broken bones inside.

"If we really fight for two rounds, you will be injured like this." Hei Chi said, "Otherwise, the opponent can't even touch your hair."

"Yes, this is the kind of sword I learned—ugh!" Pei Ye groaned, slowly took a breath, leaned against the stone, his lips pale, "The sword I know can kill myself a hundred times."

"That's amazing." Hei Chi said calmly.

Pei Ye glanced at it and said, "Kitten."

"Ok?"

"You have bad breath."

"Why didn't I bite you to death just now?"

Pei Ye let out two grunts and gritted his teeth, then he pulled his shoulder back to its original position little by little. Then he closed his eyes and began to sort out the internal Qi in his body, temporarily mending and connecting it, suturing the tendons, binding the bones, and connecting the blood vessels... and tied up the shoulder again.

"Is this realm the same as the one you entered in Yangjia Ferry?" Pei Ye asked while regulating his breathing.

"Same. At that time, there was no bottom above or below, left or right. Now it seems that we are floating in the water."

"'Finding the Ferry in Luochuan' calls it 'Mirage Realm'... Now it seems that we have made the right bet. The spiritual realm is born in the water. The South Pond next to Yu Sicheng is indeed an entrance." Pei Ye said slowly, "Then those mermaid pearl powders are indeed used to enter the country... But, more than 20 years have passed since the Mingyue Thorn, why are they still entering here all the time?"

Hei Chi said nothing and looked around slowly.

Entering here from Nanchi is both a glimmer of hope forced by the war situation and the choice made by the man and the Chi at the very beginning.

When he saw the piece of paper and the book on Yu Sicheng's desk, the hazy and dark things suddenly seemed to be exploded into light by fireworks. Of course, Pei Ye had to grab it at the first opportunity.

Especially after facing Yu Sicheng.

If we leave today, it will be very difficult to seek entry in the future. Moreover, we have already alerted the enemy. If we retreat now, we will lose the opportunity to find clues and cracks.

So of course, only by going deeper and deeper, without stopping and at a faster pace, can you get a glimpse of the depths within.

As for... Pei Ye gently stroked his broken left shoulder... This is just normal.

After treating the wound on his shoulder, Pei Ye looked around. Beyond the Chihuo was deep darkness and he could not tell any direction.

He stood up and tried to move his limbs. His body felt the same as in normal water. There was nothing special about the water quality. He did not see any of the beauty of the legendary "spiritual realm".

It was during this attempt that he was slightly stunned - the true energy actually flowed out from his palm without restraint and was injected into the sword.

The Qi ban...disappeared.

Then he felt it the next moment: "Lingxuan... Kitty, there is Lingxuan here——"

But he only said half of the words before he cut them off, his brows furrowed, and his face gradually became serious.

There is indeed rich spiritual energy floating in the surrounding water, but it cannot be used by the Chihuoyuan.

Unlike the Qilin's prohibition, there are no restrictions on these spiritual mysteries, nor will they isolate your perception. They float here so freely, and it seems that you cannot use them just because... they do not belong to you.

In other words, all these perceived spiritual mysteries already have a common, distant master.

(End of this chapter)