Shen Luo hurriedly stood up from the water, glanced around, and looked inside the boat for a long time, then slowly immersed his body back into the water, his face a little gloomy.
He seemed to have accidentally gotten into trouble and released something he shouldn't have released.
Shen Luo frowned, raised his hand and gently touched the tooth marks on his right shoulder, and found that there was no pain at all, and the skin there did not break or bleed, just as if the tooth marks were painted on.
But he clearly remembered that before he fell into coma, his right shoulder was indeed bitten by the ghost-headed skeleton. He even clearly remembered the coldness when the teeth touched his skin.
Shen Luo thought for a moment, picked up some river water, sprinkled it on the tooth marks, and rubbed it with a little force. The result was that the surrounding skin was only slightly red, and there was no other change.
The dark red color on the tooth mark seems to be caused by blood stasis, and I don't know if it can be eliminated after a period of time.
Shen Luo I thought about it for a long time, but couldn't figure it out, so I had to give it up for now.
When the hot feeling in his body gradually faded away, he grasped the edge of the stern with both hands and exerted force on his arms, trying to use the strength to climb back onto the boat.
Who could have imagined that as soon as he exerted force on his side, the entire stern of the ship suddenly sank as if it had been hit by a boulder, and was directly buried under the water, while the bow of the ship, connected to half of the hull, was raised high, pointing to the sky.
Inside the cabin, there was a "dinging" sound, and various things inside slid backwards.
Fortunately, Shen Luo had quick eyesight and quick hands, and he quickly lifted up the stern of the boat that he had pushed down, and then the tilted bow fell into the water again, causing waves to splash and ripple on the water surface.
"What's going on?"
Shen Luo gently supported the swaying hull of the boat, looking straight at his own hands, his eyes full of disbelief.
Immediately afterwards, he turned around and faced the fast-flowing river on the other side. He raised a palm, exerted a little force, and slammed it towards the water.
A dull sound was heard from the river, and a boulder weighing hundreds of kilograms was immediately thrown into the river. The water suddenly became turbulent, and the waves rose one after another, pushing up a wave of ten feet high against the current.
The water wave rushed forward several feet away before weakening and falling into the river again. However, there was a deep whirlpool left where he struck with his palm, which gradually disappeared after a few breaths.
"How come my strength... has become so great?" Shen Luo stared at his palm, still feeling incredible.
He walked around the hull of the ship and climbed onto the rocky beach. He saw that the cables used to secure the ship's bow had been broken by the force of the bow. In order to prevent the ship from being washed away, he quickly tied it up again.
Shen Luo turned around and looked around on the rocky beach for a while. He saw a stone the size of a human head on the ground with a fairly flat surface, so he squatted down next to it.
I saw him stretching out his palm, making gestures on the stone, and suddenly gave a soft drink in his mouth, and then slapped it down with his palm.
There is a crisp sound of "pop"!
Shen Luo frowned, his palms felt a little painful, and he immediately took them back.
He lowered his head and glanced at the stone. A layer of dust had been knocked off, leaving a clear slap mark, but the stone itself had not changed at all.
Shen Luo rubbed his palms and stood up slowly, with an embarrassed smile on his face.
"Click"
But when he was about to turn around and go back to the boat, a slight sound suddenly came from his feet.
He frowned slightly, leaned down and touched the stone lightly with his hand. On the seemingly intact stone, spider web-like cracks appeared, and it was shattered into slag.
Shen Luo's eyes suddenly lit up. He picked up the gravel on the ground and rubbed it gently. The corners of his mouth curled up uncontrollably.
When he first joined Spring Autumn Temple, Tian Tiesheng once showed him a "Azure Yang Hand" hand. The scene of his palm slapping the stone table has always been deeply remembered by him. His current strength is definitely not inferior to that.
"What on earth is going on? What happened when I passed out?" Shen Luo became more and more confused.
"Could it be that..."
Shen Luo suddenly had a guess in his mind that he had never dared to think about before.
In order to verify this guess, he quickly sat down cross-legged, hugged Yuan with his hands in front of him, and silently recited the Minor Transforming Yang Art mantra in his heart, and the Yang Hardness Force in his body was also mobilized and started to run on its own.
The moment he moved his skills, the red light immediately surged between his hands, and solid red threads about three inches long emerged from them. They were densely intertwined with each other, like dragons shuttled between them, forming a huge round ball.
The red ball exuded bursts of warm, even scorching breath. In just a few breaths, the water vapor from Shen Luo's body was completely evaporated, and his clothes were dried by the heat.
After ten breaths, Shen Luo suddenly took a deep breath, and the red threads surrounding him surged back, directly into his mouth and nose, making his entire face turn red.
When the red light disappeared from his face, Shen Luo lowered his arms and slowly opened his eyes.
An irrepressible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he suddenly jumped up to a height of more than ten feet. When he landed, he stepped on a pebble and made a muffled "bang" sound.
"The strength is full, the muscles and bones are light, the yang energy condenses outward like the red sun, Astral Qi is introverted, and the face reflects the red clouds, which is the state of perfection." Shen Luo clasped his hands and murmured the contents of "Minor Transforming Yang Art" in his mouth.
All the changes on his body at this moment all prove one thing, his Minor Transforming Yang Art has actually been perfected!
"It's perfect, it's perfect... Haha, it's perfect!" He couldn't help but jumped up again, raised his arms and shouted.
However, as soon as he moved, he felt a dull pain in all the meridians throughout his body.
This pain made him suppress the excitement in his heart, and he began to lower his head and think about why he suddenly improved from the state of Minor Transforming Yang Art to perfection overnight.
"Is it because of that ghost-headed figure?" Shen Luo subconsciously glanced at the tooth marks on his shoulder again.
It was after he was bitten by the ghost that he passed out and became like this when he woke up. The only possible reason he could think of was this.
But why is this happening, I have no clue at all.
However, no matter what, the perfection of Minor Transforming Yang Art is a great thing.
According to Fengyang Zhenren's inference, this means that he has several more years to live.
As long as he can obtain the qualification to practice "Pure Yang Sword Art" during this period, or learn something from "Nameless Heavenly Scripture", he is likely to extend his lifespan again, and there is hope of even truly embarking on the path to immortality!