Parsing progress, 80 percent.

"Hurry up...... Hurry up...... Hurry up and ......."

Fang Ran's consciousness was indeed on the verge of collapse.

Even in his home turf, in front of this pure white space and Xuan Ao Motu, his consciousness was already shaky.

Not only that, but the prompt box with serious body damage kept popping up, indicating that his weak body could no longer withstand more attacks.

"Not yet...... How could the master ...... Got the heart of your bunch of people?"

Fang Ran's eyes were red in front of the ink map. His face has long since lost the kind of hanginess he had at the beginning, replaced by an incomparable concentration.

The algorithm for analyzing the sword intent of the stone cave flashed back to his mind over and over again, and every detail was being optimized at full speed.

"Not ...... enough"

The inky progress bar sped up almost imperceptibly, but there was still a long gap before it was finished.

Fang Ran's eyes could no longer see anything, they were completely obscured by the red blood, and all that came from his ears was a buzzing roar. Nowhere in his body did he not feel the pain in his bones, and it seemed that he could feel the pain in no place.

In this state of almost trance, Fang Ran felt that his consciousness was detaching from reality little by little, sinking into a deep sea.

Parsing progress, 96 percent ......

Ninety-Seven......

Ninety-Eight ......

Ninety-nine.

Fang Ran, who was about to be completely swallowed by the deep sea, widened his eyes and looked at the blank line at the end of the progress bar with great excitement.

Time seems to have been stretched countless times, and it seems to be just a snap of a finger!

The ink flows, drawing a slender square –

"I'm running out of spiritual power and I'm about to go into hibernation mode. ”

"Grass, grass, grass!"

In the pure white space, Fang Ran roared weakly.

Spiritual power is depleted......

With spiritual power as firewood, Motu has unparalleled computing power, ignoring the requirements for the qualifications of monastic classics and forcibly analyzing the ancient scrolls.

But the premise is that Fang Ran needs to reserve enough spiritual power.

He didn't have any simple and easy-to-understand cultivation techniques, and this body didn't have any cultivation foundation. Most of the spiritual power consumed just now was still passively accumulated in the body over the years. At this point, when it is consumed, there is no replenishment at all.

Analyzing the sword intent of the stone cave, Fang Ran can take the first step of cultivation, and he can naturally take the initiative to exhale spiritual power.

As long as he is given a little more time, even if he can analyze the most superficial sword, the situation will definitely not be so passive.

But the three people who pursued didn't leave Fang Ran the slightest more time.

The wizened man is definitely a good hand at destroying a man's will to resist.

It was just a thin line, and Fang Ran fell to the ground, paralyzed like a mess of mud.

In the pure white space, Fang Ran stared at the ink map that was fading little by little.

The bitter-faced man took a few steps forward, stretched out his hand to probe Fang Ran's snort, and then muttered for a moment and said, "It should be almost...... Supposedly, if his will to resist is lost, the Soul Puppet should react. It is estimated that the spiritual power around him is too strong, and his divine soul is too weak. Either way, this look is ready to try to capture souls. ”

The bitter-faced man solemnly took out a small doll from his arms. The puppet appears to be carved out of some kind of wood, with thin red threads wrapped around its limbs and neck.

The moment the puppet was taken out, the other two people, except for the bitter-faced man, all took a few steps back, as if they were very jealous of the puppet.

"Don't mess up the Separation Talisman Formation!" the bitter-faced man snorted in a low voice, and the other two took a step forward, and they didn't dare to continue to get closer.

The three of them re-besieged the city in a triangle, and the complete severance charm hanging around his neck was activated, and the blue light was connected, blocking all the frenzied spiritual power on the Abyssal Field, and only a trace of cold spiritual power passed through the blue light, gurgling and gathering in front of the bitter-faced man.

The bitter-faced man held the Soul Imitation Puppet with one hand, and drew something in front of him with the other. As his fingers swiped, the gathered spiritual power flowed, and a strange rune appeared in midair.

As soon as the rune appeared, Fang Ran, who was limp on the ground, twitched, arched his body like a marionette, but half a foot from the ground, and then fell again.

"Tsk, this scene is always so panicked......" the second muttered.

In front of Fang Ran, the pure white space gradually became red.

A snatching force penetrated in, wrapping around Fang Ran's body, enveloping him and slowly floating up from this space.

Fragments of splinters peeled off from the pure white space, making a crackling sound.

"I ...... Unwilling. ”

Fang Ran muttered.

"What sound?" the second child looked around vigilantly, and finally his gaze fell on Fang Ran's body, "Is this kid?"

"You're so nervous. It's just a bluffing waste, the meridians are wasted, the temperament is also wasted, and there are no waves. The overall situation has been decided, Fang Qingyu is destined to be the master's plaything. A disgusting smile spread across the skeletal face of the man who described the withered man.

Fang Ran felt that there seemed to be two selves between heaven and earth at the same time.

One was vainly resisting the pull of the Soul Puppet, while the other, out of nowhere, appeared out of nowhere, standing in mid-air, overlooking his own body as it collapsed to the ground.

Far away from his body, the violent spiritual power rolled up a whirlpool, whistling over this crimson and dead land.

The muffled voices of the three people below could be heard clearly.

"Heh, brother and sister, without Fang Ran, Fang Qingyu would not have fallen to this. ”

"After all, you will live half your life in vain, and you will achieve nothing......"

Fang Ran, who was suspended in the air, had no joy or sorrow, but just took a deep breath.

A burst of spiritual power stirred, a little more unscrupulous than the most violent spiritual power storm in the field of vision.

"Stabilize the formation, don't mess around!" shouted the bitter-faced man.

"I'm in my position, and the severance charm is lit up. ”

"Me too. ”

"Then how the hell could there be a spirit storm all of a sudden? Tearing apart Fang Ran's soul, you take your own top?"

"But ......"

There's nothing more to it than that.

The raging spiritual storm was pressed down from all directions in an instant, like a tsunami. Even the crimson sky was obscured for a moment.

The severance Fu Qingguang masterpiece is extremely dazzling.

Smack!

With three crisp sounds, the three of them exceeded the carrying limit and cracked into pieces.

They looked at each other with incredulous eyes.

"Flash?!"

"A flash of spiritual power that you haven't encountered once in decades?"

"Enough...... Tearing everything apart...... Flash?"

Surprised, frightened, trembling!

With the spirit flash, a voice came indifferently: "Analysis progress - 100 percent." The first phase is complete. Let me try the power. ”

Countless ink lines floated out of thin air from the air, and the ink lines wrapped around Fang Ran's body that was limp on the ground, fused into the skin, and outlined a pair of tattoos.

If there are cultivators who have attained the Tao and see it, they will definitely be able to recognize it, and what this tattoo outlines is the most perfect of the cultivation qualifications, and Zhou Tian opens 36,000 veins.

Fang Ran's body slowly stood up until he was suspended in mid-air an inch above the ground, his hair covered with snow.

His eyes were open, and there seemed to be a rotation of yin and yang.

"Are you...... What ...... something?" asked the man who described the withered tree bitterly.

This coercion is suffocating.

"It's just 100 percent loaded. As he spoke, Fang Ran stretched out his finger and made a virtual touch.

Describe the withered person should be broken into a piece of powder.

"Grass, you killed the third child!" the bitter-faced man screamed sadly, kicked the ground with his feet, like a meteor breaking through the sky, his knee knocked out, and there was a roar!

Fang Ran's hand waved, a sword light shone, and a head fell to the ground.

The bitter-faced man's headless body continued to take a few steps with inertia, and fell down.

"That's what it is...... The first sword of the river tracing is very powerful. Fang Ran muttered to himself.

The second child was terrified.

He didn't even see how the sword was issued. I just feel that there is a flower in front of me, and the strongest bitter-faced man among the three is already in a different place!

What a terrible sword! This ...... Is it from this weak boy in front of him?

"Fang Gongzi...... Master Fang...... We have no grievances in the past and no hatred in the near future, and today's things are all misunderstandings...... The younger brother has saved a lot of belongings over the years, and he will definitely give them to him when the time comes, as a reparation......"

Fang Ran's gaze slowly fell, and he was floating in the air condescendingly, looking at the second child, as if he was considering accepting this proposal.

A hint of luck appeared on the second child's face.

Fang Ran shook his head: "I refuse." ”

The spirit storm is coming!

Three wisps of remnant souls floated in and were held in Fang Ran's hands.

"If you want to do something, right? Then the master will accompany you to the end. ”