Chapter 92: Ninth Refining of Golden Body, Building a Mountain into Armor

  Wu Shan?

  Ning Feng raised his head and looked up, only to see another group of people in the distance, with one person looking back at him, facing each other from all sides.

  Wū shān!

  "What a coincidence."

  "I didn't expect my first opponent to be him."

  "Wait, after Father married Aunt Wu, what should I call this Wu Shan?"

  Ning Feng was still thinking about all sorts of things when suddenly a myriad of golden lights burst forth from the front palace.

  At the place where golden light bursts forth, the entire surface of the red copper rises into the air, with the lower half supported by a pillar of light that is as long as the platform, and an arena forms above.

  The next moment, a sun god temple descended from the sky and landed on Ning Feng and Wu Shan respectively.

  Ning Feng blinked and opened his eyes again, standing steadily on the copper platform. The dark mountain opposite him was also steady.

  The whole sky was at the top of the mountain, and suddenly it became quiet.

  Everyone's attention was focused on the two of them, including the Shengong Temple Master, the Zhuma Mountain Lord, new outer sect disciples, and perhaps some idle old ancestors who cast their gaze over to watch the commotion.

  As for the numerous gamblers in the temple, they were all staring with bloodshot eyes, as if they could transmit their strength through their gaze or make their opponents lose face.

  Ning Feng and Wu Shan stood high on the platform, with the crowd below reduced to tiny black dots, but this did not seem to have any effect, as they simply sized each other up.

  At the same time, a sense of familiarity and strangeness emerges from both sides' hearts.

  Three years outside the Temple of God, initially there were too many people and they didn't know each other. Later on, only about a hundred remained, and finally thirty people. They weren't familiar with each other, but it was natural to get along.

  They looked at each other, feeling different from before.

  It was only a short time, just one threshold, and they had crossed it. Great changes were taking place in both of them. They themselves did not realize it, but to each other, the unfamiliar feeling was unmistakable. It was as if the person standing before them was someone else entirely.

  The Wushan in Ning Feng's eyes is clearer than ever for the first time.

  "Ah, tall and majestic, agile and nimble. Shy and introverted, honest and kind..."

  Ning Feng stroked his chin, recalling memories, looking at the person in front of him, and slowly matching the person in his memory with the Shinto priest.

  "I don't know what kind of kung fu he practices, but his physique is incredibly robust. Tsk tsk tsk, look at those arms and legs, the muscles are bulging, I'm afraid he's got the strength to lift a cauldron, but it's all empty showiness!"

  Ning Feng quickly searched around the Divine Palace's Nine Laws and Thirteen Transformations. He roughly guessed what Wu Shan was cultivating.

  "Nine Transformations and Thirteen Conversions, Eighth True Method: Nine Refinements of Blood Yang into Purple Gold Body!"

  "Hiss, hiss, hiss, I didn't expect that the cultivation of Wushan would be this great method that requires great willpower, great determination, and great endurance."

  Ning Feng couldn't help but think with admiration.

  Cultivating the Nine Refinements of Blood Yang Purple Gold Body wouldn't lead to such a drastic change in physique, it can only be said that Wu Shan was originally a sturdy and robust fellow, with a good foundation to begin with, which was brought out by this technique.

  What appeared in Ning Feng's mind was the appearance of his own master when he was on the Lecturing Rock, transforming into a Nine-Refined Blood Yang Purple Gold Body. He couldn't help but feel relieved: "Fortunately, Wushan has only just entered the door of the Nine-Refined Blood Yang Purple Gold Body, and at most, his physical strength is exceptionally strong. The essence of this Tianmen Temple's Eighth Orthodox Method has not been cultivated yet, otherwise, it would be a big trouble."

  The Sun God Temple, Nine Laws Thirteen Transformations, is recognized as the most difficult to deal with among the nine refined Blood Yang Purple Gold Bodies.

  Ning Feng immediately thought of his own Taiyang Method, the first orthodox method of the Divine Palace. How much better could it get in his hands? It was still just a small lotus bud that had barely revealed its tip, and compared to Tianyunzi's battle with the Heart Demon Old Man back then, the difference was like heaven and earth.

  "Wait, what's with the expression on his face?"

  Wu Shan looked embarrassed, seemingly ashamed and not daring to show his face, and subconsciously lowered his head after exchanging glances with Ning Feng on stage.

  The way Wushan hesitated made people suspect that if there was a crack on the copper platform, he would be able to drill into it.

  Ning Feng was taken aback for a moment, then came back to his senses.

  "This kid doesn't agree with the family's ways, but he also doesn't dare to resist, that's why he's too ashamed to show his face."

  "I didn't expect..."

  Ning Feng shook his head and thought: "Wu Shan is actually a kind-hearted person, I really didn't expect it."

  The two of them stared at each other for a while, and then a muffled drumming sound came from below.

  Two people as the opening first battle, what is this looking at?

  Ning Feng smiled slightly and spoke first: "Wu Shixiong, let's both go all out and exchange blows."

  "Nothing else matters."

  Wu Shan lifted his head and happened to see Ning Feng winking at him, saying the last sentence: "Besides, we're still relatives when all is said and done, haha."

  His face turned red, and in terms of facial thickness, this thick-skinned person was clearly no match for Ning Feng, who was used to teasing the demons and monsters in the Soul Realm.

  As soon as the words fell, Ning Feng's expression solidified and he took a step forward.

  "Boom!"

  A scorching breath of air, dazzlingly bright light, a fiery red sun, and a majestic palace...

  All of this emerged from behind Ning Feng, shrouding the entire copper platform, and with each step forward, it surged towards the opposite side like a mighty wave.

  Under the stage, the cheering sound disappeared instantly, replaced by bated breath and piercing gazes.

  The cultivation of Ning Feng's six-layered Qi Refining was not something that could be hidden from others, but the sudden and explosive display of power had exceeded many people's expectations.

  This includes Wushan.

  "Good!"

  Wu Shan was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly felt relaxed all over, a smile spreading across his face.

  The wind slowed down for just a breath of time, and Wushan also took one step, heavily treading out.

  "Prosperous"

  A loud muffled sound, like an earthquake, as if a mountain was shaking.

  A stone slab emerged from the chest of Wushan, tightly attached to it like an inlay, with complex and naturally elegant patterns on its surface.

  "Mountain pattern!"

  Ning Feng's eyes widened, and at the same time, he felt his head getting bigger.

  Underneath the platform, at a distance of dozens of feet, he could hear cries of surprise one after another, each different from the others, but ultimately boiling down to three words:

  "Mountain pattern armor"

  The so-called "mountain pattern" refers to the most fundamental and original texture of the mountain.

  In the words of Xian Tao, any high mountain built by the mighty power of nature and the craftsmanship of ghosts and gods is ultimately rooted in one place, and a thousand-meter-high mountain rises from one stone.

  That piece of most primitive stone. Also known as Zhushan Stone. The texture on the Zhushan Stone is called mountain texture.

  Since the discovery of this point, all the mountain rocks that can be found in the world are dug out from the billion-year-old mountains by the mighty power of the immortal way, and their patterns are analyzed.

  Just like a precious seal. Whatever is gained, it is not that every sect has a secret method that is not passed on externally.

  Wu Shan's body revealed mountain patterns. Needless to say, he had a special artifact forged from the mountain patterns: Mountain Pattern Armor.

  Sure, here is the translation:

  As expected, when Ning Feng felt his head swelling and his mouth turning bitter, a half-transparent figure suddenly appeared on Wu Shan's body, emitting a yellowish light that enveloped his entire armor.

  "Just looking at it makes me feel full."

  The wind and footsteps did not stop, the image of the Sun God Temple sitting in the Purple Mansion was calm, a burst of sunlight suddenly surged, as if it would wrap him up with his essence and blood and spew out together.

  Across from him, Wu Shan's footsteps grew heavier, and a tattoo appeared on his skin for an instant before disappearing again, as if it had merged into his flesh.

  At the same time, his entire body suddenly expanded, and from a majestic big man, he grew several feet taller, as if he was a giant who had walked out of legend.

  "It's just as well that his cultivation is still weak and he can't hold out for too long, but in any case, he still has about ten breaths' worth of time. This is him being conservative."

  Ning Feng's mind turned and he immediately knew what Wushan was thinking, but now the arrow is on the string, both sides are stepping forward without stopping, getting closer and closer.

  One hundred and fifty zhang, one hundred and forty zhang, one hundred and thirty zhang...

  On the foreheads of Ning Feng and Wu Shan, a drop of sweat the size of a soybean fell off each of them, shattering into eight pieces when it hit the ground. The onlookers below, except for the newly promoted outer sect disciple who was left staring with his mouth agape, were all engaged in heated discussions.

  "Wushan won!"

  "Mountain-patterned censer, tsk, tsk, tsk, his master was indeed generous to give such a precious and rare artifact to a little kid."

  "Alright, others haven't seen it as a small vessel either. Like Chen Xiwei's Qixi Ring, Baoxi's Eight Gates Golden Plate, Zeng Zuimo's Luo Tian Feathered Wings... which one isn't a treasured item? Not seeing it is no worse than the Shanwen Cui."

  "What about Ning Feng? But even if he has some treasure, it probably wouldn't be enough to change the situation. Wushan is just too overpowered at this stage."

  “……”

  Everyone was discussing it, but the real insider, who might meet the winner of the two at any time, was even more focused.

  When Wu Shan showed his nine-refined Blood Yang Purple Gold Body cultivation, revealing the mountain pattern armor and leaning on the staff, Chen Ximiao, Zeng Zuimo, Bao Xi, these three heroes, Liu Yitian, Lu Xue, Huo Yingjie, Yang Wanyong, they all furrowed their brows at the same time.

  They thought they were in Ningfeng's position, but facing this Wushan, they also had a headache.

  Chen Ximiao furrowed her delicate eyebrows, gazing at Ning Feng who continued to move forward with steady footsteps. She thought: "The Nine Refinements Blood Yang Purple Gold Body technique can only be used to temper oneself and increase one's physical strength during the Qi Refining stage. However, having just caught a glimpse of its power, it seems that physical strength holds an overwhelming advantage in battles during this stage."

  "Furthermore, with the mountain pattern armor being impenetrable, Wu Shan was able to withstand Ning Feng's solar divine light at close range and then engage in close combat to emerge victorious."

  Bao Xi and others were also worried, starting to think that after Ning Feng's defeat, they would eventually have to face the giant elephant-like Wushan, and what should they do at that time?

  The arena has spatial constraints, unlike normal outdoor encounters. Moreover, dodging is not an option; a single misstep would lead to being cornered by the Wushan and having no choice but to engage in close combat with the First Nine Refinements of Blood, Yang, Purple, and Golden Body.

  "What can he do?"

  Finally, everyone looked up and gazed at Ning Feng, who was constantly closing in on Wushan, with increasingly treacherous terrain.

  "Ning Feng is currently at the sixth level of Qi cultivation. During the Qi cultivation period, it seems that there is only one Sun God Light for the Taiyang Method. With his current state at the sixth level of Qi cultivation, his Sun God Light should be able to attack up to a hundred feet away."

  "As soon as he gets close to this distance, Wushan will definitely activate the Mountain Texture Seal, then burst out with physical strength, and forcibly get close to Ningfeng within a dozen breaths."

  "Why does he keep advancing, retreating, and then retreating again..."

  Perhaps it's because this kind of Wushan is too troublesome, everyone subconsciously doesn't want to face him, and instead puts their hopes on Ningfeng, hoping he won't keep banging his head against the stone wall.

  Isn't Wushan just a stinky and hard rock in this state?

  He couldn't hear the voices below, nor did he know what they were thinking. He just kept moving forward, step by step, further and further ahead.

  125 zhang, 120 zhang, 115 zhang, 110 zhang.

  "Get out of here quickly!"

  The emperor above is not anxious, but a group of eunuchs below are so anxious that their fists are clenched.

  On a platform dozens of feet high in the air, Ning Feng's footsteps were as steady as ever, each step taken out as if measured with a ruler, not an inch more or less.

  Suddenly——

  Just as his front paws touched the ground, his hind paws had just left the earth. Ning Feng suddenly raised his head and stared straight into Wu Shan's eyes, his gaze piercing like a needle.

  His right hand also rose up without warning, and when it was level with the ground at the elbow, suddenly:

  One finger, point out!