Ming Dynasty and New Rome and Infinite Magic Machine

Chapter 949 The Truth
"You bunch of boys, you even managed to collect a newly born Dragon King. Although they are young, you all have pretty good acting skills." Fu Yuanshan's chest hit the wall due to a failed start, and his back was hit hard by the dragon's tail, causing him to spit out several pools of blood that looked like peach blossoms.

"So I didn't act at all." Wen Yuan asked in confusion while holding the gun, "Why does it seem like Shangluo is the only one who notices me?"

"Uncle Master, are you okay?" Yan Qiu ran over and saw two blood flowers on the ground:
"Tsk, it's okay, it's just a little blood."

“I thought you were here to care about me.”

"Hey, uncle, you are a celestial being. If I still care about you for such a minor injury, it means I look down on you. Uncle, you are not angry, right?"

Fu Yuanshan flipped his hand and hit her on the head with a chestnut.

"Don't talk too much to him." Xiao Hong said as she surrounded them, "Tie him up first, and take him back to the Lord of Heaven to ask for a reward."

"Heh." Fu Yuanshan looked at her and sneered - the next second, a cloud of white mist exploded where he was.

After the white mist dissipated, a piece of talisman paper painted in blood fell from the sky.

"???" Xiao Hong was stunned for a moment, "Is this, fake?"

"Yeah, it's fake." Yan Qiu stood up. "I also find it a little strange. It's ok that he was ambushed by us, but why did he vomit blood? It must be fake. He is very thick-skinned."

"It turns out that the celestial beings are so powerful."

"What do you think?" Yanqiu asked back.

"I thought they were all like Shangluo and couldn't cast spells."

"Even if Shangluo hits you with a hammer, he's still better than you."

"Um." Wen Yuan, who was standing next to him, raised her hand. "Can you two stop for a moment? We need to report the situation here to Shangluo."

Before he finished speaking, Shangluo contacted him:

"Hey, Wen Yuan, how are things going over there?"

Wen Yuan was moved when she heard Shangluo's voice: "Shangluo, you are the only one who thought of me. Did you send this message to a group of people or just to me?"

"Only to you. They might still be acting. Why do you sound so touched?"

"Ah, forget it. How's your side? We did hit General Fu twice, but he was beaten into a piece of talisman paper."

"As expected."

"Really?" Wen Yuan asked in surprise, "Is it the same over there?"

"Yes, it was fake. Our sword formation stopped him. He was surrounded by us and couldn't escape. Then he sneered and turned into talisman paper."

[So he was running so fast, was it all pieces of paper flying?] Looking at the talisman paper held in Shangluo's hand, Apollonia felt that she seemed to have discovered the truth. Or, at least part of the truth.

"Not necessarily." Shang Luo shook his head. "It shouldn't be every time, but in all the times we've met, he probably used paper quite a few times. Sometimes he seems to be incredibly mobile, probably because he's remotely controlling it." [That's even more outrageous! This is even more outrageous than supersonic flight, because you can't tell whether it's real or fake, and he can even cast a spell? Can you tell the real thing? ]

"Looking back, at least the first time he came to save me should have been true. Think about it, what similarities do his subsequent actions have with his first appearance?"

[Ah!] Apollonia gathered the information and immediately found the commonality. [It's the storm! These two pieces of paper appeared and disappeared without a sound, but when they actually took off, it seemed that they would make a huge sound like a storm, which was far from the silent movement of the pieces of paper.]

Apollonia projected several scenes of their meeting in front of Shangluo:

Fu Yuanshan breaks through the floor and falls from the sky
Fu Yuanshan soared into the sky while demonstrating the round light.
The sound of the storm reappeared in Shangluo's ears, completely different from its recent sudden appearances like a ghost.

"You've been recording this whole time?"

"Where did I get the video? I asked Doudou to help me draw the videotape."

"Good fellow, I thought you, as a god, had this ability."

"I am the divine machine in charge of wisdom, not the divine machine in charge of cameras. If you want to record a video, go find an automatic machine. There must be an automatic machine with a recording function. Once you have completely settled the matter of New Antioch, it will be no problem to find 24 video recorders to record you around the clock."

"Well, Miss Apollonia, the ancient Greek god of wisdom. Can you analyze where the real body of our General Fu Yuanshan is based on your video?"

[Hmm] Apollonia pondered for a moment, [I guess the real body must still be in a deep mountain somewhere in the southwest, not far from Qingcheng Mountain, maybe it is still in Qingcheng Mountain.]

"Cough!" In a secluded and deserted cave in Qingcheng Mountain, Fu Yuanshan coughed up two mouthfuls of blood. One was caused by Xiaohong's whipping, and the other was caused by Shangluo's sword formation.

"These guys are really vicious. This general is blessed with great fortune, otherwise their ribs would have been broken with these two blows." He touched the painful spots in front and behind him, "Tsk, Shangluo's attack was accurate, but Xiaolong's attack was careless, and he hit me hard with his tail. And this one... This one hurts so much."

He recalled it, and the shock came back with the memory. He could indeed cast spells with his clones, but he also had to bear the consequences of the clones—and the heavy blows.

"Hiss~~" The heavy blow made him cover his head in pain, "Good fellow, I was interrupted by a sneak attack. There were two hits. Hiss, my head hurts. Hiss, my stomach hurts. Hiss, my back hurts even more."

He looked at the package, trying to find some pills to eat.

"It's bad! I left the elixir in the Taoist temple."

He looked outside the cave. The Taoist temple he came to was actually within his sight. He was less than a few hundred meters away from the door and was at the back of the temple.

But now that things had come to this, he couldn't just go back and get the medicine. He was in such a state of backache from being beaten that he definitely couldn't let anyone see him.

"What should I do?" He used a bottle of ice to apply to his forehead. "It would be great if I could replenish my spiritual energy right away. It would be great if I could take spiritual medicine right now."

Suddenly, he sniffed: "What's that smell? It smells so good. Why does it seem like someone is eating hot pot? It seems like someone is right next to me?"

He stood up by holding onto the cave wall. He was not injured, but his clone was not as resistant as his original body, which brought him excessive karma.

Excessive causality brings excessive impact. This kind of spiritual impact needs some spiritual healing to fade away. If there is a bowl of spiritual hot pot to eat at this time, how great it would be! If there is really hot pot here, how great it would be.

(End of this chapter)