I am your natural enemy.

Chapter 734: Bad Luck Together, Broken Thigh

The black shadow was blasted backwards, and even the human form was gone. It was like a piece of black dough, constantly rolling and changing its shape. The black shadow seemed unreal, but even if it turned into a false illusion, the power of that seemingly ordinary punch could not be resolved in any way.

The black shadow rolled and hit a mountain behind it. While constantly changing between false and real, it kept hitting and broke through half of the mountain.

The black shadow turned into a shapeless mass and collapsed there. He now understood very clearly that he had been tricked by the thing he was chasing.

That guy had led him here specifically.

But his shouting that he was a disciple of Mount Fuyu was completely useless.

The Sixteenth Patriarch would definitely not believe such nonsense.

If Wen Yan came, he wouldn't need to say anything. He would just radiate his yang energy and grin. The Sixteenth Patriarch would have believed that he was a disciple of Mount Fuyu.

But him?

He looked like a ghost, without any human spirit at all. He had mistakenly entered the old dream of the Sixteenth Patriarch killing evil spirits. It was useless to explain it to the world.

Of course, the above is to be expected.

So when Gu Meng passed by before, he didn't bother to explain anything and just started fighting.

What Black Shadow had never expected was that he could remain unscathed when facing the Ascended Boss, but was severely beaten when facing the Sixteenth Ancestor.

The ability to make dreams both real and fake was completely useless to the Sixteenth Patriarch.

On the contrary, because of this ability, after being beaten severely, all the strength could not be vented or channeled out, and he could only endure it all without losing a single drop.

Fortunately, he has no physical body, otherwise, he would have been beaten at least a dozen times by now.

I have always heard about the Thirteenth Patriarch of Buyeo, and his presence is particularly strong.

But in Fuyu Mountain, the most famous are the Thirteenth and Sixteenth Patriarchs.

The Sixteenth Ancestor who actually created the Fiery Sun Fist did not have the Fiery Sun on his body at all.

Anyway, according to what is said inside Fuyu Mountain, no one can practice the Fiery Sun Fist except the first stage. Even the Sixteenth Ancestor, after he created a part of it, the fourth and fifth stages that followed were purely theoretical.

Now that the black shadow had been severely beaten, he finally understood why the Sixteenth Patriarch had always appeared with the Thirteenth Patriarch in Fuyu Mountain.

The Sixteenth Patriarch's blazing yang energy is not as good as the situation of carrying the scorching sun, which also has some strange numerical meanings.

Moreover, the fighting style is completely different. The released Yang energy is not dispersed wantonly or consumed indifferently, but rather it turns into a field of Yang energy.

The Sixteenth Patriarch was more like practicing the Fiery Sun Fist in reverse, his yang energy was exhausted and he turned into a state of neither life nor death.

In this case, instead of relying on the Yang energy to crush something, it has a unique effect on some things.

The black shadow didn't dare to think about who could withstand the punch of the Sixteenth Patriarch and survive at that time.

Any ghost or evil spirit would be killed on the spot if hit by this punch that has no power to resist.

The person who created the Fiery Sun Fist and even supplemented the late theoretical route, like everyone else, can only practice the first stage and touch the second stage.

Even the actual boxing techniques and theories created purely from the void have never been changed and have always been correct.

Black Shadow now wonders whether the rumor that the Fiery Sun Fist can only be used by Fiery Sun was spread intentionally by Buyeo Mountain.

Anyone who now believes that the Sixteenth Patriarch did not practice the Fiery Sun Fist to a very high level is an idiot.

How could it be so perfect without personal practice, personal adjustments bit by bit, and long-term accumulation?

In the absence of the Fiery Sun, the Fiery Sun Fist is another way of practicing.

The black shadow thought of the beginning when Wen Yan practiced the Fiery Sun Fist and made himself weak, to the point where his yang energy was almost gone, like a human-shaped ghost.

At that time, Wen Yan even wondered if he would kill himself if he continued to practice like that.

I'm afraid so. The chances of dying from practicing are very high, but it is also possible that you can walk a completely different path.

Just like the Sixteenth Patriarch at this moment.

The black shadow crawled out of the hole, lay directly on the ground and gave up resistance.

He was able to resist a shovel attack and he felt it. If he was hit again, he would be blown to pieces.

"Wait a minute! I confess!"

The black shadow transformed into an arm and blocked in front of him.

Without waiting for the Sixteenth Patriarch to come over, he spoke directly.

“I was framed and brought here to take the blame.

The dam breach had nothing to do with me, and I don't know that guy.

But the guy who led me here is also here.

It's not a pity for me to die, but I can't die before him.

Kill that guy first and I will tell you a secret.

The secret of the scorching sun.

You also don't want to be taken advantage of by others and waste your energy to kill a passing evil spirit for no reason.

But you let the culprit get away, right?"

As the black shadow spoke, it floated up and transformed into a human form, performing a set of Fiery Sun Fist, from the first stage to the second stage.

Even though it was just a facade, it made the Sixteenth Patriarch stop in his tracks.

Because he recognized that this was created not long ago, and many things had not yet been passed on.

There are still some basic details that he has not yet perfected to this extent.

After the fight, the shadow continued to lie on the ground, struggling to maintain his human form.

The Sixteenth Patriarch seemed to be floating in a sea of ​​yang energy, overlooking the black shadows that had collapsed into a pool, and then turned his gaze in other directions.

The Sixteenth Patriarch knew that there must be something wrong here.

No matter how strange the evil spirit was, even if it could reflect what was in his mind, it could not accomplish better details than him out of thin air.

He looked around. The yang energy around him was like the sea water, rippling slightly. He could sense any tiny detail.

In the blink of an eye, the Sixteenth Patriarch disappeared.

A black shadow was still howling there.

"Yes, yes, that's it. Don't let them go. Kill them all. There must be no innocent people who appear here at this time."

The black shadow stretched out his arm, and the arm followed the hillside to the top of the mountain. He opened his palm, and an eye appeared in the palm of his hand.

Looking into the distance, a wave of yang energy surged past, and under the wash, wisps of black mist rose up in the distant mountains and forests, and then disappeared in the ocean of yang energy in an instant.

Then, the black shadow saw a golden lightning emerging in the wave of yang energy.

Then something was seen passing through the waves of yang energy, leaving a beam of light in the air and directly piercing through a mountain.

The mountain was constantly changing, as if it was melting, collapsing and sliding, rolling down, merging into the valley and into the river.

Following the black shadow, I saw the blurry guy rushing out from the collapsed mountain and rushing in another direction.

He had sharp eyes and could see clearly. Even though the blurry thing was still blurry, half of its body was missing.

The left arm, left shoulder, and part of the left chest were all gone.

The black shadow stared, gloating.

"Sixteenth Ancestor, yes, it's him, he is the culprit, kill him."

It doesn’t matter whether I die or not, but as long as the guy I’m chasing suffers the same fate, then everything will be fine.

He didn't want to be like Wen Yan, who didn't care about reason or connections, but just did it.

But if you do it, it's over. Obviously you're going to get beaten up, so just keep messing around.

The blurry figure of the guy was beaten badly and might even be injured.

One more thing can be confirmed, that guy is real.

Unlike the black shadow, which belongs to the old dream, it is a false state.

After confirming this, many things will be much easier to handle. The Sixteenth Patriarch obviously had the stereotyped characteristics of the disciples of Fuyu Mountain at that time. He would never explain the principles to you before taking action.

There is one thing that Black Shadow said is correct.

At this point in time, everything that is still within this range will be slaughtered, and there may not be any innocent ones.

The waves of yang energy in the air were still rolling, becoming more and more intense, but the breath of life on the Sixteenth Patriarch had completely disappeared.

He looked like he was about to disappear from the world, transforming into a ghost.

Neither alive nor dead, neither a zombie nor a ghost, its every move seems to be in an extremely awkward contrast with the external environment.

The more violently the external environment fluctuates, the lower the sense of presence of the Sixteenth Ancestor becomes, and its own power seems to be becoming weaker and weaker.

Of course, the effect is not weak at all.

A moment later, the Sixteenth Patriarch, holding a blurry calf, appeared in front of the black shadow.

The black shadow locust pupated a few times and stood up against the tree.

"Sixteenth Patriarch, I am indeed a disciple of Mount Fuyu."

As soon as the words fell, half of the black shadow's shapeless body exploded silently, and the area within a hundred feet on the side seemed to be suddenly covered by a layer of mottled shadows.

The Sixteenth Patriarch had a blank expression on his face and slowly withdrew his hand.

He stared at the shadow without saying a word.

The black shadow was so frightened that if he said one more wrong word, he would be beaten to death.

"Wait a minute, I am Wen Yan, a disciple of Buyeo Mountain. I am the fake god I have cultivated. I am him, but he is not me. I am also a part of our Buyeo Mountain. I came here this time just to hunt down that evil spirit.

Also, Wen Yan is the contemporary Lieyang, he cannot practice Taoism, so he can only learn the old Taoist's evil methods. "

The black shadow quickly explained everything honestly.

The Sixteenth Patriarch frowned slightly, stretched out a hand, and slowly touched the black shadow.

There is no sense of touch at all, it's like touching a shadow.

But I can still feel a dark force, like a shadow, mixed with things that shouldn't exist, extremely strange.

Only in his current state could he feel this abnormality.

The Sixteenth Patriarch closed his eyes and recalled the set of Fiery Sun Fists that the black shadow had just performed.

"Lieyang... the contemporary Lieyang..."

A few seconds later, the Sixteenth Patriarch looked at the unclear calf in his hand.

"I see..."

He stretched out his hand and disappeared into the shadow, who immediately felt that he was "caught".

The black shadow thought that the Sixteenth Patriarch believed it just now, but now he knows what the Sixteenth Patriarch is doing.

The Sixteenth Patriarch may have realized that this is not the present world, but he still does not completely believe his words.

Now the Sixteenth Patriarch is ready to use the black shadow to summon Wen Yan over.

At the same time, Wen Yan also felt that familiar feeling of falling.

It was like something was pulling him down.

The force was not too strong. After careful sensing, he felt that someone must be using a false god to summon him in reverse.

Just when he was about to resist, the Chunjun Mace on his body began to tremble slightly, as if it sensed some familiar power.

The next moment, Wen Yan, who was originally going to look for Lu Xingwei, disappeared on the spot carrying the Chunjun Mace.

Everything around me was blurry, and in a flash, everything turned into darkness again.

In the darkness, a pale hand grabbed the Chunjun Mace on his back and pulled him out of the darkness.

At the same time, in the old dream, the Sixteenth Patriarch pulled out of the shadows from a pool of darkness on the ground, pulling Wen Yan.

The moment he grasped the Chunjun Mace and saw Wen Yan again, he truly believed the black shadow's words and was certain that he was in his old dream.

"There is no two suns in the sky."

The Sixteenth Patriarch muttered something, and his consciousness immediately broke away from the state of the old dream and he woke up completely.

Wen Yan was pulled out and was shocked to see the Sixteenth Ancestor, who looked neither like a living person nor a zombie.

There was a puddle on the ground, so he spoke first.

"Sixteenth Ancestor, I didn't lie to you."

This is a reminder to Wen Yan who is in front of him.

Wen Yan looked down at the puddle on the ground, and the large area on the side that was covered with dotted shadows. Those shadows were slowly approaching, trying to return to the puddle.

This fake god isn't very powerful, but his level of causing trouble is really high, and he only causes trouble in high-end situations.

Either he would provoke the ascended boss, or he would provoke the Sixteen Patriarchs of Buyeo.

After Wen Yan came out, he immediately straightened his face and saluted in a very formal manner.

"Wen Yan, a disciple of Mount Fuyu, pays homage to the Sixteenth Patriarch."

The Sixteenth Patriarch held the Chunjun Mace in one hand. Runes were swirling on the Chunjun Mace, and it looked like it was blessed by a violent sun. A large number of runes flew out and then smashed back like falling meteors.

When in Wen Yan's hand, the Chunjun Mace seemed to turn into a big sun.

At this moment, in the hands of the Sixteenth Patriarch, the light was rapidly dimming, and the metallic luster disappeared, as if it was completely rusted, but there was no trace of rust.

It feels weird.

Wen Yan even felt that the Chunjun Mace would completely decay and break if he applied just the slightest force.

The Sixteenth Patriarch looked at the Chunjun Mace and threw it, letting it fall back onto Wen Yan's back.

He looked at Wen Yan and shook his head.

"Your murderous aura is too weak. You condensed a Yin Spirit that is mainly composed of dark power, but it doesn't have any murderous aura or evil aura."

As the Sixteenth Patriarch spoke, he casually threw the blurry piece of calf in his hand to a pool of black shadow on the ground.

"Your enemies, you kill them yourself, don't hold back."

At this time, a hint appeared in front of Wen Yan's eyes.

"Extra tip from the identity Dark xx: If you don't learn this, you will be so upset when you think about it ten years later."

Wen Yan glanced and thought, what to learn?
Learn from the Sixteenth Patriarch?

Wen Yan still listened to the advice.

"Sixteenth Ancestor, the evil spirit we encountered this time is really too troublesome. It is hard to explain it in a few words."

"Then speak slowly."

Wen Yan immediately explained the situation.

The Sixteenth Patriarch looked at Wen Yan.

"Then my stuff may be of some use to you. Just watch carefully. I will only teach you once.

I don't have Lieyang in my body, so this method, used to this extent, can only be used once in a lifetime."

The Sixteenth Patriarch stood still and started with the Fiery Sun Fist, starting from the first stage and going all the way down without stopping.

Wen Yan stared intently, taking it all in.

When he caught a glimpse of the dark shadow of the cricket pupa on the ground, he suddenly felt that his previous thought that the dark shadow was a little green and would only cause trouble seemed inappropriate.

If the black shadow could bring him a chance and let him learn something that had been lost, it wouldn't matter whether he was good or not.

Maybe this is the correct way to use Black Shadow. Using it as a Taoist soldier to fight may be a wrong use.

(End of this chapter)