Zhao Gongming had left Buzhou Mountain. He was flying in the air with his weak body. He didn't find a hidden place to heal his wounds until he was hundreds of thousands of miles away from Buzhou Mountain.
Zhao Gongming's injuries were very serious. Not only was his Essence Soul injured, but his physical body's blood essence was also greatly weakened.
This was the price of challenging a Saint.
He was able to survive because he was the disciple of a Saint. At the same time, his fate was related to the fate dragon of the human race.
After sealing the hidden cave abode with his Dao technique, Zhao Gongming focused his mind and began to heal his injuries with all his might.
If he wanted to completely recover from the fundamental damage to his primordial spirit, he would need at least ten thousand years without the Nine Transformation Golden Pill of the Supreme Elder.
Zhao Gongming didn't have much time to waste, so he could only choose to use merit points to heal his injuries.
Merit flowed endlessly into the body, which was divided into two parts. One part was absorbed by the primordial spirit, and the other part was swallowed by the corporeal body.
As the merit poured in, the dispirited primordial spirit became restless.
After the lump of merit was absorbed and refined by the Essence Soul, the entire Essence Soul began to recover rapidly.
On the other hand, after his body devoured the merit, he circulated the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art. As he moved, traces of blood and qi were reborn.
Time passed day by day. As his Yuan Shen and physical body were recovering under the effect of merit, Zhao Gongming's mind was immersed in the Pangu Fist Scripture.
After comprehending the fist scripture, Zhao Gongming finally believed the unreliable system.
This set of fist scripture could be cultivated after birth.
After you cultivate this set of fist techniques, you can unleash different powers according to your own wishes.
Just like before, when he fought against the great demon Bai Ze, that full-powered punch was a hundred times more powerful than his own.
However, that punch had completely exhausted all of his magic power and energy.
It was no laughing matter when one's magic power and energy were exhausted. If another enemy appeared after killing the opponent, one would not even have the strength to escape.
However, if one cultivated the Pangu Fist Scripture, then one could unleash one, two, five, or even ten times the power.
In that case, not only could he punch out several times in a row, but he would also not use up all his magic power and energy at once.
However, cultivating the Fist Scripture of Pangu required a strong physique.
The entry-level cultivation was either a physical cultivator at the Primordial Unity Golden Immortal realm or a Primordial Soul cultivator at the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal realm.
The current Zhao Gongming, whether it was his Immortal Soul cultivation or his physical cultivation, met the requirements for cultivation.
"After my injuries are healed and I return to Luofu Cave, I will start cultivating this Pangu Fist Scripture.”Zhao Gongming thought to himself.
After that, he continued to comprehend the Pangu Fist Scripture.
Just like that, he spent 500 years in the cave comprehending the Pangu Fist Scripture. Finally, the injuries on his primordial spirit and body were completely healed.
Although he had used up a lot of merit, he did not feel any heartache to be able to heal his injuries in such a short period of time.
Time was more important to him than merit.
Unfortunately, he did not have the Primordial Purple Qi. If he had it, he would have used his merit to become a Saint now.
Even though he knew that there were many disadvantages to becoming a Saint, he would not hesitate to become a Saint now.
Boom!
Boom!
On this day, Zhao Gongming was preparing to leave the cave and return to Mount Emei. Suddenly, the world shook.
The originally sturdy cave completely collapsed under the violent tremors. He was not careful and was buried in the soil.
"What the hell?" Zhao Gongming couldn't help but curse as he crawled out of the mound a hundred meters below.
Boom!
He had just come out when a burst of explosions sounded. Then, a wave of air swept over and blew him away.
As he flew backward, he released his divine sense and took in everything within a thousand miles.
In his divine sense, four terrifying existences with heaven-devouring auras were fighting in the sky.
Quasi-Saints, and four of them.
Zhao Gongming couldn't help but gasp when he saw these five terrifying existences.
In the entire Untainted Land, there were probably no more than 20 Sage-to-be alive. But now, four of them had appeared in this corner.
Most importantly, judging from the aura of these five Quasi-Saints, they were not ordinary Quasi-Saints.
In the Wilderness, the number of Quasi-Sages who could kill two corpses could be counted on two palms.
If it weren't for the fact that there was no Ancestor of Sorcery here, Zhao Gongming would have thought that the third battle between the Witches and Demons had begun.
After Zhao Gongming stabilized himself, he quickly retreated ten thousand miles away and watched the battle between the Quasi-Sages from afar.
Through the spiritual treasures flying in the air, he finally figured out the identity of these Quasi-Sages.
The Quasi-Sage holding the Eastern Emperor Bell was naturally the Demon Emperor, Donghuang Taiyi.
And that holding the sun and moon totem quasi-saint, is the demon clan two demon emperor one emperor handsome.
As for the Quasi-Sage who was watching the battle in the sky, he could tell from the Innate Eight Trigrams on his back that he was the Demon Emperor Fuxi.
Donghuang Taiyi and Emperor Jun surrounded the old man and attacked him crazily, as if they wanted to kill him quickly.
Looking at this scene, Zhao Gongming immediately recalled the big event that shook the Primordial World.
The Four Sage-to-be of the Demon Race ambushed Hongyun and snatched the Hong Meng Immortal Qi.
In other words, the Sage-to-be trapped by the two Sage-to-be of the Demon Tribe was the good man in Untainted Land, Hongyun.
After understanding everything, Zhao Gongming rubbed his fingers on the bridge of his nose.
Should he stay here and watch, or should he leave quickly?
Although he had relied on the fifth revolution of the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art to absorb and absorb the ancient aura on Mount Buzhou and had developed a strong body, which could fight against a Sage-to-be in a short time, the problem was that these people in front of him were not ordinary Sage-to-be.
Hongyun was destined to fall, and Hong Meng Immortal Qi was destined to be taken away by Old Man Hongjun. In the end, the Demon Tribe would gain nothing. At that time, Taiyi and Emperor Jun would be furious.
He had killed Bai Ze at the Coast of the East Sea, so he had a grudge against the demon race. If these two guys found him and vented their anger on him, he would be embarrassed again.
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