I happened to hear what he said, so I said: "The techniques practiced by Gensheng are all metallic, so it is difficult to make a breakthrough in illusion unless..."
Wang Gensheng immediately asked: "Unless what?"
After hesitating for a moment, Keiko said: "Unless you can have the blessing of an ancient divine beast like the Red-eyed Tianlin, you can make progress in illusion, otherwise your illusion will always stay at this level."
This was the first time Yang Buwei had heard of the red-eyed Tianlin she was talking about, so he asked: "What does that divine beast look like? Could it be that it can assist Brother Wang in practicing illusions?"
When Huizi was about to speak, Yang Buwei continued: "Where does that mythical beast live?"
These questions were also what Wang Gensheng wanted to ask, so both of them looked at Huizi helplessly, waiting for her next words.
Keiko stood at the door and smiled and said: "Eat first, and then I will tell you about the Red-eyed Tianlin after you finish the meal."
Their appetites were raised by her, but fell to the bottom in an instant.
I had no choice but to listen to Keiko and follow her to dinner obediently.
Here, Zhu Dexing hid in a crack in the mountain after leaving Phoenix Mountain and quickly healed himself. Because he had broken an arm and lost too much blood, he could not walk further.
In the cave, Zhu Dexing looked at the Abyss Demonic Dragon next to him who behaved the same way as himself, and felt overjoyed in his heart.
I thought it would fail the first time I summoned it, but I didn't expect it to be summoned so smoothly.
The Abyss Demonic Dragon has the same thoughts as Zhu Dexing, so it also knows what Zhu Dexing is thinking.
The Abyss Demonic Dragon used his spiritual consciousness to say to Zhu Dexing: "I have lived in the crack of time for thousands of years. I didn't expect that the person who summoned me was not my ancestor, but you, a Central Plains person. This must be the fate of my Demonic Dragon clan."
Zhu Dexing was doing exercises to stop the bleeding wound.
At this time, the demon dragon seemed to know what he wanted. He stood up and walked out of the crack. When he came back, he was holding many dry branches and some flammable leaves in his hands.
The demon dragon placed the object in his hand on the open space next to Zhu Dexing, then took a black stone from somewhere and placed it on the opposite side of the branch.
The demonic dragon stretched out its black claws, raised its right hand, and quickly scratched the stone. The claws rubbed against the stone, creating sparks that immediately ignited the leaves.
Zhu Dexing closed his eyes and healed his wounds. After a while, the demon dragon said to him through his consciousness: "It's almost done."
Then Zhu Dexing opened his eyes, took out a red-burning branch from the fire with his right hand, and placed it on the wound on his right hand without hesitation.
Suddenly there was a "sizzling" sound, and an expression of unbearable pain appeared on Zhu Dexing's face.
The three heads of the demon dragon looked at Zhu Dexing at the same time, and suddenly burst into weird laughter.
"It seems that you Central Plains people are indeed very powerful. I thought you didn't dare to do this, but I didn't expect you did it anyway. No wonder you Central Plains people can kill my ancestors and are really cruel to yourself."
After the red-hot branch turned into charcoal, Zhu Dexing finally let out a sigh of relief, and the wound formed a scab in the high temperature, thus preventing the infection from festering.
Although monks have abilities that ordinary people don't have, there is no physical change, and their internal organs are still the same as ordinary people.
The flesh is also the flesh of ordinary people. If it is infected with bacteria, it will die as well.
After all this last night, beads of sweat the size of peas appeared on Zhu Dexing's forehead, but he never made a sound and gritted his teeth to hold back the pain.
After recovering his breath, Zhu Dexing said to the magic dragon: "How long will it take for you to transform into a complete body?"
"If there is a monk's head to feed me, it won't take me a month to complete my transformation. If not, it will take half a year, and there will also be blood to feed me, otherwise I will always be in this state."
Zhu Dexing said without any hesitation: "You have already eaten today. I will satisfy you tomorrow. I just need you to help me kill everyone present today after the transformation is completed."
Suddenly, the three heads of the demon dragon burst into laughter like a devil: "Hahaha... No problem. Since you summoned me, you can control all my actions. All of this is
You have the final say."
Zhu Dexing thought of today's disastrous defeat, and the energy and blood in his body kept boiling. He was unwilling to have his arm broken like this, and his sword was also broken, and it could become huge at any time.
And all of this was Wang Gensheng's doing. Thinking of this, Zhu Dexing couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood.
React quickly and use your energy to adjust your breath to prevent your body from being destroyed by Qi and blood.
After adjusting his breath for half an hour, Zhu Dexing slowly opened his eyes, moved his brain, and then checked the muscles and veins in his body. Except for one broken arm, everything else was normal.
It's just that at this time, the mana in the whole body has been consumed too much when summoning the magic dragon, and he urgently needs to rest and restore his mana.
So he asked the demon dragon to guard the entrance of the crack, while he lay on the stone wall, closed his eyes and rested his mind.
After Wang Gensheng finished his meal quickly, he returned to the living room and sat down, waiting for Huizi to answer his questions.
Because what she said was very accurate, she had never made any progress in the field of illusion and was just at the entry-level stage.
Thinking about the battle with Zhu Dexing again, if his illusion skills had reached a relatively high level, he would not have escaped today, and he would definitely be able to kill him in one fell swoop.
After a while, Yang Buwei also walked in.
"Brother Wang, are you still thinking about running away with Zhu Dexing?"
Looking at the expressionless Wang Gensheng, Yang Buwei couldn't help but ask.
Wang Gensheng sighed and said: "If my illusion skills were at a higher level today, the ending would not be like this."
"Don't think about it, don't worry about what has happened. Isn't this what you told me before? Why do you still need me to tell you now? You are too pretentious."
Wang Gensheng also knew that it was useless to think about this now, so he said: "Don't worry, Brother Yang, I am also a Xuanzhen monk after all. I won't be so pretentious. I am just recalling the battle with Zhu Dexing.
"
"Then when you talk to me, what do you recall?" Yang Buwei said.
After the battle with Zhu Dexing, Wang Gensheng discovered a problem, so he said: "Brother Yang, have you noticed? The spells we practice now are all offensive spells, and we haven't done much on defense.
Change."
When he said this, Yang Buwei immediately remembered the kick he received from Zhu Dexing.