Chapter 739 — Not My Inferior
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Even as he spoke, the Jianmu within Hu Bugui's divine treasuries had already broken through the Seven Stars Divine Treasury and the Heaven-Man Divine Treasury in succession, and Hu Bugui, crushed by that incomparably violent pressure, had his skin begin to fracture and split, covered with cracks like a piece of porcelain. His blood was squeezed into an extremely fine mist of blood, and his whole body was shrouded in it. His flesh became utterly gaunt—his height had not changed, but he was wasted to skin and bone, and from within his body came sounds of snapping, like the crisp twang of a powerful crossbow loosing a sharp bolt.
"It sounds as if his sinews are being crushed.
. .
" Jing Yan's heart gave a sudden jolt.
She glanced at Xu Shenghua and said in a low voice, "Once the sinews are crushed, the bones cannot hold out either. When the Jianmu breaks through the Life-and-Death Divine Treasury, he will not be able to bear it.
. . " Xu Shenghua frowned and sighed, "The experiment has failed. Even Brother Hu's formidable body cannot endure such pressure.
Perhaps Sect Master Shen's Overlord Body can; I have noticed that the Sect Master's body has recently grown even stronger than before, in no way inferior to Brother Hu's. And since the Sect Master is also a master of the Art of Creation, perhaps he can withstand so great a pressure.
. . " Jing Yan whispered, "Husband, Senior Brother Hu is about to die, and you still have time to think of such things?
That Heavenly Master of Combat over there has been staring at you all along, and Old Ox seems none too friendly either.
" Xu Shenghua remained full of confidence—though it was confidence in Shen Mu.
"The Sect Master is a master of the Art of Creation; he will not let Brother Hu die. In this world, the only one who can keep pace with my thinking is him alone. " At that very moment, the roots of the Jianmu at last broke through the Nether Capital and connected to the Life-and-Death Divine Treasury!
At the same time, Shen Mu finally made his move. His feet shifted, his form leaving a string of afterimages as he circled continuously around Hu Bugui, his arms flying, his ten fingers leaping, a stream of Creation runes spilling endlessly from his fingertips—like dancing notes of music, springing up and boring into Hu Bugui's body.
Those Creation runes did not merely sink into his flesh to repair its injuries; they also entered his divine treasuries and his primordial spirit.
They mended the fissures in Hu Bugui's divine treasuries, healed the cracks in his primordial spirit, and held together his spirit embryo and his souls. Jing Yan watched, dumbfounded.
Xu Shenghua smiled at her, "The Sect Master and I became friends through a fight. He knows me through and through, and I know him through and through as well.
With the two of us joining hands, we could do battle even with gods and demons. " A faint sourness and jealousy rose in Jing Yan's heart, and then she suddenly came to herself: "My husband and Sect Master Shen are both men—why on earth should I be jealous of Sect Master Shen?
" The crushing weight on Hu Bugui's body grew heavier and heavier, yet shielded by Shen Mu's Art of Creation, he withstood it with stubborn determination.
"Once the Jianmu Divine Bridge has broken through all the divine treasuries, all the treasuries can be joined into one body. " Xu Shenghua's eyes flickered, a hint of excitement showing in them. "Once they are joined into one, Brother Hu's cultivation and dharma power will soar in a straight line—whether primordial spirit, fleshly body, or divine treasuries, all will advance with extraordinary speed!
The Jianmu Innate Divine Bridge can be counted a success!