The nine-character mantra, strictly speaking, is a kind of self-hypnotic secret method of speech and spirit, which is used by the qi refiner to hypnotize himself and make it enter a special, specially designed state of battle. Compared to the secret technique of the word 'Pro', the complete mantra technique is a very powerful secret technique even when it reaches the realm of the transcendent, and it is not a chicken magic for the transcendent like the simplified version.

Even with Fang Hong's learning talent, it takes a lot of time to learn the secret of the Nine-Character Mantra Fighting Words, when he first started, when Fang Hong was one against six, he was beaten by the six ghost kings, and the one who was beaten was called a blue nose and swollen face, and he had no face to see people, but fortunately, the transcendent person was physically strong and resilient, and after recuperating from eighteen hours of sleep every day, Fang Hong happily re-invested in the four-hour 'cultivation moment'.

If it sounds good, it is called cultivation, and if it is not good, it is called beating, although the ghost kings alone are not Fang Hong's opponents, but they can't stand the other party's many people, and Fang Hong also deliberately banned part of his own magic power and the will of heaven and man, what he can now exert normally is just the power of the transcendent second level.

It's too sad to be beaten up as a way of practice.

The information layer world is a low-level phase space in the phase gap, and its own time flow is controlled by Fang Hong, and most of the forbidden magic power is used to pull the time comparison with the real world. Under the indoctrination of Fang Hongtian's will, he could feel that the world of the information layer was constantly moving, and with this, the contrast between the speed of time in it and the real world was also greater, and now it had reached the point of one to eighty.

Of course, this time difference is not impossible to continue to widen, Fang Hong can estimate that if all the energy he retains now is deployed, the pull between the world of the information layer and the real space may even reach one to three hundred, but in this way, Fang Hong cannot guarantee that he still has enough will to control the 'body' on the surface of the body to suppress his 'incompleteness', and it is very likely to fall into a state of collapse again.

Fang Hong needs time, but he also lacks time, one to eighty is enough.

......

Time passes.

From training alone to waking up the sleeping ghost king to now, Fang Hong speculated with reference to his sleeping coma and casual time, almost two weeks or so had passed, and the will of heaven and man in his body had collapsed by three percent again, but in this way, slowly, Fang Hong had gradually found that feeling.

Fang Hong was a magician, from the time he began to learn magic knowledge and temper magic power, he began to temper his spiritual and soul power intentionally or unintentionally, and it was precisely because of this that he had hardly fallen into this realm of blood surging and surging qi and blood, Fang Hong could feel that the body that had fallen silent after refining skin and forging bones gradually gave birth to blazing power.

"Nine-character mantra, fight!"

Fang Hong pinched a finger and pressed it to the center of his eyebrows, and with this low sound like a dream, the temperament of the black-clothed magician standing in the center of the ghost king changed suddenly.

From profundity and calmness, it has been transformed into a fiery war spirit.

Even if the essence is incomplete, Fang Hong's strength level is still an extraordinary fourth-order celestial mage, the powerful magic power and will power circulating in his body are like a surging river, this light blue magic power is transformed into pure golden energy through the transformation of muscles and skin, according to the magic patterns engraved by Fang Hong, condensed into a sharp light similar to a hedgehog on the surface of his body, although it seems to be nothing, several ghost kings are still cowering under the attack of this golden energy, and they dare not go all out......

This power is extremely condensed, somewhat similar to the coagulated qi and blood power in the body of the martial saint, but it is not detached from the essence of magic power, it runs in every move, and it is more handy in performing boxing and boxing skills, Fang Hong did not realize that after a large number of spiritual essences are lost, his ability to control his mental state has decreased too much, and it is precisely because of this that his shots are becoming less and less serious, the sharp golden light is swaying around Fang Hong, and several ghost kings and ghosts crying wolves are crying and howling, especially afraid of people.

Click, click!

The large number of human heads and limbs on the human head spider that were enough to give people goosebumps were splashed with plasma from the black-clothed magician's punch and kick, and the fishy brain was also contaminated with his clothes, holding a shabby kitchen knife, and the butcher ghost king who was dripping pale white disgusting fat around his body had already been disemboweled, and the black internal organs were stinging and flowing to the ground, as for the slender ghost, the guy who looked like a female ghost was clever, after receiving Fang Hong's frontal blow, he didn't dare to approach it head-on, but hovered outside the ghost kings, trying to sneak up on Fang Hong。

In fact, although the ghost kings looked miserable now, looking like they were going to hang up at any time, but with the support of the entire information layer world, they just looked weak, Fang Hong didn't use the spiritual attack method of the will of heaven and man, and he didn't have the idea of killing them, such a good sparring partner was not easy to find, not everyone was willing to be beaten...... Well, so are the demons.

The pure golden light condensed in Fang Hong's hands, changing into the appearance of a translucent glass stick similar to the Demon Stick, this was the application of the word 'soldier', although the blade it created was not as heavy as the spirit suit that Fang Hong originally held, but the same aura and energy quality made Fang Hong able to exert it to a greater extent when he was operating his magic power and the will of heaven and man.

With the blessing of the fist and the will of the cannon fist, the glazed long stick body picked up a half-moon-shaped arc, and ate the great strength, and the Han Han ghoul, who was covered with yellow-green pus, raised his two thick arms, closed his eyes tightly, and tried to resist Fang Hong's attack, but it was obvious that it was difficult for a simple body to block the 'fight' and ' The power of Bing's two mantras was just a simple touch, and the ghoul's thick arm made a crisp popping sound, and the black flesh exploded as if there was a bomb hidden inside, and the smelly blood rain drenched Fang Hong's head and face.

"Whoa, in pain, in pain!"

The Hanhan ghoul rolled his eyes and screamed, he didn't have the temper of being a ghost king at all, just like a seven or eight-year-old child, Fang Hong wanted to laugh in his heart.

"Forget it, that's all for today. ”

Fang Hong watched the ghoul's huge body of more than ten meters jump and jump on the ground, shaking the surrounding building fragments to dance with him, and suddenly he was helpless, dissipating his own state of speech and spirit, ignoring the dirty plasma stumps on the ground, he casually found a fairly clean floor fragment and sat down.

Fang Hong's mind moved, the three octahedron coiled on the pitch-black stump emitted invisible fluctuations, as the controller of the information layer world, Fang Hong naturally had the ability to mobilize the power of this world, with the infusion of the will of heaven and man, the eerie cold ghost qi gradually rose from the ground under the feet of the six ghost kings, slowly submerged into their bodies, and began to repair their injuries......

Pieces of ghost flesh and blood, pools of black pus and blood returned to their owners as if they had their own lives, and the sudden comfort made the voice of the screaming ghoul change suddenly, and the comfortable moan made people laugh, even Fang Hong, who was still worried about his body, couldn't help but hook the corners of his mouth.

"Humans are gifted with learning and fighting, and we don't have much more to help you with. ”

A slender ghost with a strange appearance, but a sharp woman's voice came to Fang Hong's side, looked at this little person who was not yet knee-high, and whispered.

"Hmm. ”

Fang Hong nodded.

"Are you leaving?"

"Yes, I don't have much time to waste. ”

Fang Hong looked at the ghost's ugly appearance, thinking that it was afraid that he would unload the mill and kill the donkey, so he explained: "Don't worry, without your help, it would be difficult for me to initially learn the mantra of 'fighting' and 'soldier' in two weeks, I won't do anything to you." ”

The slender ghost looked at Fang Hong's eyes, and the blood basin full of spiky fangs showed a very awkward and weird smile, but Fang Hong could feel its kindness, so I guess this was its smile.

"Thanks, if you need our help, you can call us in reality. ”