The world is like a prison, my body is holy

Chapter 91 Times make heroes

"Master, did I take the wrong medicine? Why do I feel a little bloated?"

Soon after the man and the cow left the pavilion, Black Ox spoke in a muffled voice:

"Don't say that..."

Wang Wen also felt the energy in his body surge up like he had taken the wrong medicine: "I feel a little bloated too!"

Hei Erniu: "Did you take the wrong medicine too?"

Wang Wen punched it on the head and said, "Stop wasting time, you idiot! Run and digest your food!"

Hei Erniu immediately spread out his four hooves and galloped forward along the flat winding mountain road.

Wang Wen tugged at the reins to steady himself, holding his breath and suppressing the strength that was about to overflow from his body, muttering to himself: "Damn, did Senior Brother take the wrong medicine?"

The two pills he and Hei Erniu had just taken, the green one was a common detoxification pill, and the golden one was the secret seven-turn elixir made by Maoshan.

Yesterday, when Master Hun Kun handed him the two bottles of Seven-Turns Elixir, he only said, "This is the medicine to relieve disasters and overcome difficulties. Please keep it well, junior brother."

The old Taoist priest said it calmly, so he didn't think much about it at the time. He subconsciously felt that it was about the same as the Five-Turn Pill that the old Taoist priest Ji Liang had given him before.

The five-turn elixir from last time, in addition to its healing function, also had a strong energy-restoring effect.

They had just rushed up from halfway up the mountain and were exhausted, so he took out a pill and gave it to Erniu and himself.

How could he have imagined that the same kind of elixir, with only two levels of difference in name, would have a medicinal power dozens of times different?

Shouldn't such a powerful elixir be given a wildly cool and awe-inspiring name to distinguish it?
After running just two miles, Hei Erniu's breathing became as heavy as a tractor, and his whole body was burning with heat, even the armor on his body was burning hot.

It grunted, exhaling hot mist and muttered, "Master, I'm bloated!"

Wang Wen's face flushed red as he stared at the crowd of people at the end of the mountain path ahead. He also exhaled hot mist and said in a muffled voice, "Don't talk. Try harder, we'll be there soon..."

Upon hearing this, Hei Erniu lowered his head and ran as fast as he could like a madman. The sound of his hooves, as big as a bowl, fell on the mottled ancient road, making a violent sound like thunder.

"Fire arrows!"

"……put!"

Before the man and the cow got close, a hoarse shout came from the crowd in front.

The next second, a rain of arrows came from the sky like a plague of locusts, covering the whole sky and earth.

Wang Wen, not afraid of this, raised his spear, sending out a brilliant shower of arrows, while at the same time giving the ox a strong squeeze: "Go!"

As the man and the ox rushed out of the range covered by the rain of arrows, they heard a "boom" sound that shook the earth.

Wang Wen looked closely and saw two round lumps of rocks the size of carriages rolling down from the cliffs on both sides of the mountain road, rumbling towards them along the inclined curve of the mountain road.

He said "Oh shit" in his heart and quickly scanned the left and right sides of the mountain path, looking for a place to hide from the rolling rocks.

At this moment, there was a loud "moo" sound, and Erniu suddenly jumped up, and a dark and fierce evil wind rolled up on the ground, and he rose from the ground and walked forward in the air!
"Fuck!"

Wang Wen shouted in delight, "Awesome!"

He stared at the dark crowd in front of him that suddenly panicked, his eyes suddenly became fierce, and he swung his gun.

"Thorn."

A thick and ferocious bolt of lightning shot out from the tip of his spear, and in an instant it spread across half of the mountain road crowded with White Lotus followers.

The lightning went out, and two or three hundred White Lotus Sect minions, covered in smoke, fell to the ground in rows, and a strong smell of burnt food quickly filled the air.

"Boom."

Black Bull slammed its four legs across the ground among the corpses. Its eyes were red as two streams of fiery mist blew out of its nostrils. Then it leaped forward again, its entire body darting along the mountain path like a killer whale emerging from the water. If Wang Wen hadn't been holding on tightly to the kicks and the reins, he would have been thrown off the bull's back by the jolt...

"Hahaha……"

He laughed out loud, his eyes flashing with madness: "Exciting, really fucking exciting!"

Hei Erniu lowered his head and rushed into the crowd in front with his two thick horns, savagely plowing a bloody passage on the congested mountain road.

The next second, accompanied by a series of low "woooo" sounds in the wind, the silver spear light exploded again around the man and the cow!

“Puff, puff, puff…”

If someone stood far away and watched, they would only see a man and an ox moving rapidly through the crowd like a flying boat breaking through the waves. Wherever they passed, several feet high columns of crimson blood spurted out of thin air from the bodies of the White Lotus Sect members wrapped in white scarves. However, the man and the ox always managed to escape from the range of the blood column before the blood splashed on them!

Such a wonderful picture, but there is no sense of elegance as if one is walking through a field of flowers without getting a single leaf on one's body.

There was just a savage and ferocious aura so strong that it seemed to condense into evil spirit!

"Boom."

Black Bull rushed out of the crowd with his savage hooves, knocking two White Lotus Sect demons who were blocking the way two or three feet away and crushing them to death on the stone steps.

"Dengdengdeng..."

The black bull landed on the ground, kicked its hooves and continued to rush forward.

However, Wang Wen pulled the reins and forcibly turned the ox's head, his eyes red as he looked at the dozens of White Lotus Sect members remaining on the mountain road behind him. The tall figures of the man and the ox standing on the mountain road were like the devilish power that soared into the sky when the old demon was born.

Dozens of White Lotus followers, immersed in this demonic might, stared up at them in utter terror. Their bodies trembled like sieves, and their weapons struck the stone steps repeatedly, creating a continuous sound like the sound of a guzheng...

Wang Wen looked down at them expressionlessly. His eyes became sharp, and a ray of golden light that was almost invisible to the naked eye shot out. In the blink of an eye, it circled on the mountain path, revealing the true form of the Yang Needle, which was golden all over like a ray of midday sunlight, and slowly flew towards him.

Wang Wen stretched out his left hand to take it, but just when his left hand was about to grab the yang needle, he suddenly turned his head, and the yang needle, which had slowed down, suddenly accelerated and brushed against the hair by his ear and shot behind him.

With a "ding" sound, the yang needle shot out horizontally and sank into a rock.

When Hei Erniu, carrying Wang Wen, turned around, he saw a sturdy figure wearing a gorgeous golden satin suit, with a square face, broad ears, a stubble on his face, and a wisp of flowing bangs on his forehead. He was standing on a big rock beside the road about two meters away, leaning on an ancient long sword as strong as a tiger's mouth.

"You used this thing to plot against Ding Yu?"

He asked, his voice neither fast nor slow, and as deep as a drum.

Wang Wen wondered, "Who is Ding Yu?"

The golden-robed swordsman met his fearless gaze, smiled softly, and said, "His sword is in your hands."

"Oh……"

Seeing how imposing he was, Wang Wen thought for a moment and then asked tentatively, "Are you a Xiantian Grandmaster?"

The smile on the golden-robed swordsman's lips grew even more intense: "Are you worthy?"

Wang Wen nodded in sudden realization, then slapped Hei Erniu with all his might. Erniu understood, leaped up, and with a gust of demonic wind, he charged towards the imposing figure. "You're not even a congenital, so why are you pretending to be your mother?"

The Golden Swordsman had just arrived and hadn't seen the scene of Black Bull stepping into the air to avoid the rolling stone. Now, seeing it rising from the ground, a flash of shock flashed in his eyes, and then he nodded in sudden understanding: "No wonder!"

He slowly drew up the big knife at his side, but at the moment the knife left the ground, the speed of swinging the knife suddenly increased dramatically, and the whole person's momentum suddenly rose a lot, like a beacon fire. It took only a moment for him to go from extreme stillness to extreme movement, and there was a powerful impact force like a river bursting its banks and gushing out!

The moment he drew his sword, Wang Wen suddenly felt a strong sense of alarm in his heart. Without thinking, he immediately burst out with all his strength and stabbed out with a spear.

In an instant, a three-meter-long sharp sword energy and a ferocious thunder as thick as a bowl collided head-on, and a violent, dull roar erupted in the air.

"Bang." Wang Wen and the cow flew backwards. After landing back on the mountain path, Black Ox spread its four hooves and slid three or four meters on the stone steps before it stabilized its body.

"puff……"

Wang Wen opened his mouth and spat out a stream of blood. His chest felt stuffy as if someone had stuffed a huge rock into his chest, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Fortunately, this feeling came and went quickly, including the energy consumed by the previous move, which was also recovering rapidly.

The medicinal power of that Seven-Turn Rejuvenating Pill is so long-lasting that it is terrifying!
"It's great, damn it's great!"

He raised his head and looked at the golden-robed swordsman with an increasingly ferocious look.

It was seen that although the man was still standing in the same place, the sleeves of his arms were torn into strips, his hair was disheveled, and wisps of green smoke were still coming out of his head... It was obvious that this person had not been able to completely get rid of the thunder power of the Crimson Palace Thunder just now.

As soon as he thought of this, he swung the reins and whipped Hei Erniu without hesitation, and Hei Erniu also jumped up again without hesitation.

He brandished his steel gun fiercely and shouted like thunder: "Come again!"

At this time, the golden-robed swordsman had just recovered from the stiff state caused by electrotherapy. Seeing Wang Wen coming at him with his spear again, he was secretly frightened. He stepped on a huge rock and rose from the ground. He slashed out a four-meter-long golden sword energy in the air, which was like the Tyndall effect. He slashed towards Wang Wen from top to bottom and then pulled back!

He had already made up his mind that he would never give Wang Wen a chance to get close to him!

"open!"

He roared angrily with his hair and beard standing on end.

Wang Wen, who had been staring at him intently, suddenly pulled the reins to the right the moment he drew his knife.

The black ox, which was leaping with its hooves bent, understood what was going on. It immediately straightened its four hooves and stomped hard on the stone steps of the mountain path, using the force to jump to the right.

"Boom."

The moment Hei Erniu jumped up, the dazzling golden sword energy slashed fiercely on the stone steps, causing stone chips to fly and dust to splash.

Seeing the sword hitting the air, the golden-robed swordsman felt a chill in his heart, and the hairs on his body stood up immediately. He hurriedly used the skill of the Thousand-Pound Weight, and while trying his best to land, he forced himself to take a deep breath and mobilize the protective energy.

As expected, the moment Hei Erniu carried Wang Wen to avoid the powerful sword energy, Wang Wen, who had been accumulating strength on the back of the ox for a long time, aimed at the handsome figure from a distance and swung his steel gun with all his strength, shooting out a thick and ferocious thunder that struck him.

The golden-robed swordsman watched helplessly as the dazzling lightning struck him, trying desperately to turn around and dodge it.

But the speed at which he turned around was too slow compared to the speed of the thunder!

"Stab!"

"Ah ah ah..."

The electric sound of thunder and the angry howl of the golden-robed swordsman sounded at the same time.

However, the center of the dazzling electric light was not the familiar electric skull, but a complete human figure... The golden-robed swordsman stood in the center of the thunder with a horse stance and his arms apart, his hair and beard standing upright, and veins bulging all over his body as he howled angrily.

That scene was very similar to the Super Saiyan transformation in Wang Wen’s memory!

Seeing this, Wang Wen hurriedly squeezed out the little strength left in his body, and swung the steel spear with all his strength again, shooting out a crimson palace lightning that hit the golden-robed swordsman, causing him to remain in a state of stiffness.

At the same time, he summoned the Yang needle, clamped it between his index and middle fingers, and shot it out.

It's too late, but it's soon!

The golden-robed swordsman's movements were not faster than thunder, and Wang Wen's movements were also not faster than thunder.

At the moment when Wang Wen released the Yin-Yang needles, the electric light on the golden-robed swordsman's body had gone out. The golden-robed swordsman, who had been stiff and unable to resist, saw Wang Wen's finger-jointing movement. He endured the twitching of his muscles and bones as if they were being pricked by needles, and with his stiff hands, he chopped out a several-foot-long sword energy, forcibly knocking away the Yang needle with a saturation attack.

With a "biu" sound, the yang needle that had just flown back from the stone shot into the stone again.

Hearing this voice, the Golden Swordsman's heart suddenly relaxed, and he looked at Wang Wen fiercely: "Little bastard, it's my turn!"

However, when he looked over, he only saw Wang Wen's grinning face.

He was taken aback, feeling something was wrong...

But before he could react, he felt a sudden chill in his brain. The last image before his consciousness fell into darkness was that several blood-red bead curtains seemed to descend simultaneously in front of him, and dense blood spots splattered out at the same time, seemingly mixed with a few yellow-white tofu residues...

'He who kills shall be killed!'

he thought.

Then, his pupils dilated completely and lost all their luster.

"Ding!"

The big knife in his hand fell to the ground, supporting his majestic figure and keeping him standing.

Wang Wen exhaled a long breath upon seeing this, and sighed sincerely, "What a thrilling battle!"

Among all the warriors he had ever seen, the strength of this golden-robed swordsman was second only to that of the Beggars' Sect leader, Lin Baichuan.

It seems that he is even stronger than his master uncle Jiang Jin.

The wild swordsmanship of this fellow just now, in which he chopped out a ten-meter-long sword with one hand, made him feel as if he was watching the final battle between Nie Renwang and Xiong Ba in Lingyun Cave when he was a child!
Even though it seemed like he won easily, he had actually put all his martial arts, Taoism, Yin Shen, and other means into it...

You know, in terms of absolute strength, he is actually only one level lower than this guy.

If he couldn't even defeat this, he would really turn around and run away, waiting for his cheap senior brother to deal with this guy.

As usual, he took the golden-clad swordsman's sword and hung it on the saddle, then rode the black ox to the top of the mountain.

But this time, he did not rush forward and attack again. Instead, he asked Hei Erniu to slow down and climb the mountain leisurely, catching his breath as he walked.

At this moment, the sun has not yet reached its zenith, but the mountain top is already in sight.

He had to slow down and wait for the other two groups from Longhu Mountain and Gezao Mountain to reach the summit together.

Otherwise, if he rushed to the top of the mountain alone, he would have to face the pressure on the top alone!

Thinking of this, Wang Wen couldn't help but envy Xu Ergou and others behind him, thinking to himself that this person still can't be too outstanding, because a person who is too outstanding will not be able to slack off.

If he was still only at the Hua Jin level, he would definitely stay at the back and go up the mountain with Xu Ergou and the others, and would definitely not force himself to take the lead.

But who told him that he is no longer at the stage of Hua Jin?

Whether today's struggle is worth it...

He felt that since he could do his best, he should do it first. That way, no matter how the situation developed in the future, he, Wang Wen, could confidently say: "It's none of my business!"

He was never afraid of anyone using moral kidnapping on him.

He is just afraid of morally blackmailing himself.

You can deceive others, but you can't deceive yourself...

It was also at this moment that he suddenly figured out a problem.

Perhaps, not all of the iron-willed heroes and great men in history were determined from the beginning to become the heroes and great men who would go down in history and stand tall and proud.

Perhaps, many of them were forced to that point step by step by the world.

Is this what they call heroes being made by the times?
(End of this chapter)