Jun Wuwu's figure flashed, and like a bolt of lightning, he flashed in front of Jun Jiuyou.
At this moment, Jun Jiuyou was completely at the end of his strength and had no power to resist at all.
The next moment, Jun Wuwu raised his palm and pressed Jun Jiuyou's forehead with his palm. He exploded with arrogant power and smashed Jun Jiuyou's head into the ground with a smash.
Bang!
There was an explosion, and the ground in the quiet room seemed to shake violently.
Jun Jiuyou's head was bleeding immediately, stars were shining in his eyes, and a strong sense of weakness swept over him. He felt that he was really too tired, and he really wanted to sleep like this, forever, forever...
"Humph, my dear nephew, ginger is still spicy when you are old, but you are still too young!"
Jun Wuwang shook his head, sneered, and used his palms to crush Jun Jiuyou's head completely with a little force.
"You dare!"
At this moment, Jun Wufeng suddenly opened his pupils, and a ray of light shot out.
Jun Wuwang's eyelids suddenly twitched, and he felt a heart-stopping force coming. He quickly abandoned Jun Jiuyou, jumped back, and retreated.
It's a pity that he was still a step too slow. That ray of light penetrated directly from his shoulder, and a splash of blood spattered. Jun Wuwu groaned, with anger and shock in his eyes.
But it turns out that it was at this critical moment that Jun Wufeng woke up!
Ling Feng wiped the sweat from his forehead. At the last moment, he finally helped Jun Wufeng successfully fuse the divine patterns.
This divine pattern contains fragments of the Jiuyou clan's holy pattern. Jun Wufeng fused this divine pattern, and his strength naturally increased greatly.
"How is it possible that you still have such strength!"
Jun Wuwu stared at Jun Wufeng, and just now Jun Wufeng's glance directly penetrated his body-protecting aura.
"Jun Wuwang, you deserve to die!"
Jun Wufeng's figure flashed and he jumped up from the hospital bed. When he saw his dying son lying on the ground, anger burned in his chest.
"Burial of Wind and Thunder!"
Jun Wufeng took action angrily. The same move, in Jun Wufeng's hands, was even more domineering and unparalleled in power.
"Humph, you and your son are lucky today!"
When Jun Wuwu saw that Jun Wufeng actually had such strength, he was caught off guard and lost one of his arms. His strength was greatly reduced. If he fought head-on with Jun Wufeng, he might not be able to get any advantage.
As a result, Jun Wuwang made a decisive decision, no longer willing to fight, and immediately ran away. The blood from the wound on his left shoulder continued to flow, leaving blood on the ground.
When Jun Wufeng saw Jun Wuwu fleeing, he did not chase him out. He only waited for Jun Wuwu's figure to gradually go away, then he looked up to the sky and spat out a mouthful of blood.
But it turned out that just now Jun Wufeng had actually forced himself to take a shot with force.
After all, he had just regained his strength, and as soon as he regained consciousness, he immediately took action forcefully. It seemed to be fierce and domineering, but in fact, he injured the enemy eight hundred times and lost one thousand to himself.
"puff!"
Jun Wufeng spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, then turned around and walked to Jun Jiuyou. When he saw his dying son lying in a pool of blood, he felt heartbroken.
At this moment, Jun Jiuyou's divine patterns have been destroyed and he was seriously injured. Even if he is cured, he will probably be just a cripple after all.
"Silly boy, why are you doing this?"
Jun Wufeng lifted Jun Jiuyou up and held him in his arms, with tears glistening in his eyes.
"Father, just be okay."
Jun Jiuyou smiled miserably, "All the efforts I have made have... not been in vain."
Ling Feng sighed softly, looked at the father and son, and shook his head slightly.
I have tried my best, but in the end, I was a step too slow.
Jun Jiuyou's divine pattern has been destroyed, and he is helpless.
"Senior, let me heal your injuries."
Ling Feng stepped forward. Jun Jiuyou and Jun Wufeng were both seriously injured. If they were not treated in time, they might still have hidden dangers.
Especially Jun Jiuyou, he is already a cripple. If he is not treated, he may become crippled in the future.
"Little brother, wait a moment."
Jun Wufeng took a deep breath and wiped away the blood on Jun Jiuyou's face. As if he had made some kind of decision, he raised his palm and gently pressed it between Jun Jiuyou's eyebrows.
"Child, you have to remember that you are my hope!"
The next moment, the divine lines on Jun Wufeng's forehead kept flashing. Jun Jiuyou felt a warm current pouring into his body from the center of his eyebrows. His pupils suddenly shrank, "Father, you!"
"Collect your mind and eliminate distracting thoughts!"
Jun Wufeng looked serious, "Never give up this divine pattern! Otherwise, my father will commit suicide immediately!"
Jun Jiuyou shuddered. He didn't know that his father was actually going to pass his divine mark on to him!
This is the divine mark that he repaired with great difficulty!
"Father...no...I don't want it!"
Jun Jiuyou burst into tears. Without the divine mark, he could still be like an ordinary person and live to be 180 years old. It would not be a problem. However, his father was already exhausted, so he forcibly wore the divine mark on himself.
I am afraid……
I’m afraid I’m not going to die soon!
"Children, parents all over the world are willing to sacrifice for their children!"
The process of transferring the divine patterns was very fast. After a while, Jun Wufeng's face quickly aged, almost dozens of years older than the two elders, Jun Bu San and Jun Bu Si. His energy and blood power was originally thought to be exhausted.
The body, which was excessive and looked a little rickety, lost its support and fell heavily.
"Father! Father!"
Jun Jiuyou fused his father's divine patterns and recovered his strength little by little. He quickly hugged his father and burst into tears.
"Silly boy, make good use of my divine patterns. The responsibility of protecting the Nine Nether God Clan will fall on your shoulders!"
Jun Wufeng patted Jun Jiuyou's back with difficulty, but there was always a slight smile on his lips.
Having such a good son, even if he dies, he is still worth gratifying.
"Why……"
Ling Feng felt his eyes were a little sore. He walked up to Jun Jiuyou, patted his shoulder, and said in a deep voice: "Brother Jun, let me heal my uncle's injuries."
Although Jun Wufeng's injuries are probably no longer effective, Ling Feng can at least extend his life for a little while.
At least, let him spend more time with his children.
Jun Jiuyou raised his head and glanced at Ling Feng. His eyes were already a little red and swollen. He gritted his teeth and said, "Brother Ling, I'm sorry to help you!"
"Uncle, you are a good father!"
Ling Feng took out a row of golden needles from his waist. Considering Jun Wufeng's current situation, the only way to regenerate the needles could temporarily sustain his energy, but it was destined not to last long.
His vitality is about to be exhausted, and he has lost his original divine pattern. He is like a rootless duckweed, destined to disappear with the wind.
Jun Jiuyou wiped the tears from his eyes and walked out of the quiet room with extremely heavy steps.
Not long after, there was a burst of explosions outside the quiet room, mixed with hysterical roars: Jun Wuwang, I will not be a human until I kill you!