Countless thoughts flashed through Fang An's mind, but in fact, it was only a matter of a moment.

The advent of death was slow but firm, and after venting, Fang An could only quietly look at his spirit of death, trying to retain his last dignity.

In the real world, Fang An was still nailed to the courtyard wall with a long knife, and the blood had already stained half of his clothes, flowing down, melting the snow under his feet, and quickly freezing into a thin layer of blood ice.

It is believed that it will not be long before Fang An will stop breathing due to excessive blood loss.

At this moment, a milky white mist condensed from the remains of the horse bandits after the black flames had been burned, and then floated towards Fang An's body as if it was being towed.

When the milky white mist drifted into Fang An's body, his wound actually squirmed and contracted at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the blood flow had stopped between breaths.

If it weren't for the long knife still running through Fang An's body, maybe the wounds would have already scarred.

But Fang An didn't see all this, he just felt an unusually warm heat current, pouring into his gradually stiffening body, dispelling the cold, and making him shudder slightly.

And in this empty and gray world, a translucent figure suddenly appeared.

Fang An just sensed the abnormality of his body, and then looked at the figure that appeared as if he had seen a ghost.

Taking a closer look, this translucent figure turned out to be exactly the same as the horse bandit that Fang An had just killed.

"Could it be a ghost?" Fang An was secretly surprised.

There are naturally ghosts in this world, but ghosts are generally difficult to form naturally.

Only after the death of a living being, due to great obsessions or resentments, etc., support the soul to remain in the world, this is a ghost.

In fact, ghosts are just the remnants of the souls of living beings.

The spirit of the ghost pupil of the Fang clan had the power to control ghosts, so Fang An had nothing to fear about ghosts.

His father's Purple Jiao Ghost King was a demon king-level Purple Scale Yan Jiao when he was alive, because of the cholera, the lower reaches of the Fang River, the living creatures were devastated, so after being killed by his father, his soul was refined into a ghost slave.

And the first natural power of the spirit of the ghost pupil is to detain the soul into a ghost------ detain the soul of the deceased, and turn it into a ghost for its own drive.

This is the most basic and most criticized talent of the Fang royal family.

After all, forcibly detaining the soul of the deceased is contrary to human morality, and it will not be well received by others.

Fang An just didn't expect that the horse bandit who was killed by life deprivation would appear in his death realm.

Death Realm------ This is Fang An's name for this world in his consciousness, because this world is full of death qi, and it looks like he is dead.

Of course, except for Fang An's parents, no one knew that Fang An had not only awakened the Spirit of Death, but also had a world attached by the way!

It's just that this world can neither manifest nor access objects.

But now Fang An understood that this realm of death was the abode of ghosts.

I don't know if the formation of this ghost is the ability attached to his natural supernatural powers, or whether it is a living creature killed by him, all of them will turn into ghosts in the dead world.

When Fang An's consciousness was withdrawn from the death realm, he felt a series of changes in his body------ the wound no longer bleed, the vitality stopped dissipating, the longevity increased instead of decreasing, and even the cultivation improved slightly.

Fang An stretched out his right hand to hold the long knife that ran through his left shoulder, and pulled it out with a force.

The wound that was re-torn by the long knife quickly scarred due to the vigorous vitality in the body before more blood could flow out.

Although Fang An didn't see the specific process, he could also guess that the vitality in his body should come from the horse bandit he killed.

This vitality not only restored his injuries, increased his longevity, but most importantly, improved his cultivation!

Fang An suddenly became excited, from now on, he no longer had to worry about the erosion of death qi on him, he could rest assured that he could cultivate boldly.

He doesn't even have to worry about his cultivation being too slow, because as long as he has enough vitality, he can quickly improve his cultivation.

The Four Realms of the First Spirit!

Transcendent Three Realms!

and even the two realms of gods!

Fang An can become as powerful as his father and queen mother, or even stronger!

He can repay Aunt Xue for her kindness and protect Yuanyuan from harm!

He can go to the Fang clan to get back everything that belongs to him, and he can go to the Heavenly Scars to find the traces of his parents!

And all this, the price he needs to pay, is nothing more than killing.

Homicide!

"Heh, it's really powerful······ Desperate talent!" Fang An, who calmed down a little, couldn't help but have mixed feelings in his heart.

This kind of talent is supernatural, and it is simply a demon who tempts him to keep killing.

Fang An could vaguely judge that if the horse bandit he had just killed was taken as the standard, he only needed to kill more than a hundred people, and his cultivation would be able to break through the Enlightenment Realm.

And while killing people, Fang An didn't have to worry about Shou Yuan's problem, because every time he killed such a person, his vitality was enough for him to cultivate for half a year under the erosion of death qi, which was comparable to Shuangye Li Guo!

As long as he keeps killing, Fang An can even live forever!

Immortality!

You must know that even the gods can only have a lifespan of 5,000 years!

Fang An didn't know whether the black flame of life deprivation was burning with vitality or longevity.

If it is to burn vitality, then it is the spirit master who needs to be killed, because the higher the cultivation of the spirit master, the more majestic the vitality will be.

But if it is the remaining longevity of the person that is burned, then it is really terrible.

Because the younger the person, the more longevity he has left!

You only need to kill the newborn baby, and you can easily get nearly a hundred years of life!

And the difficulty of killing a baby is much easier than fighting a spirit master.

In the face of such a huge temptation, no one can guarantee that they can easily keep the bottom line of human nature!

Thinking of this, Fang An was confused for a while.

For Fang An, who has been struggling on the verge of death, now that he has a way to live, he is naturally unwilling to face death again.

But if you want to survive, you need to keep depriving others of their lives!

The sharp long knife reflected a ray of moonlight, illuminating Fang An's uncertain face, half of his body was soaked in blood, his left hand was surrounded by strange and cold black flames, and under his feet was a twisted and terrifying corpse.

When Xue Xue took a kitchen knife and opened a crack in the door of the house, this was the picture she saw.

The crisp sound of "Dangchang" attracted Fang An's attention, and he subconsciously looked in the direction where the sound came from, only to see Xue Xue leaning against the door and slumping to the ground, a kitchen knife falling beside him, his face full of horror.

Fang An glanced at his appearance, and then looked at the tragic death of the horse bandit, obviously this scene caused a lot of fright to Xue Xue.

Dispersed the black flame that was still burning in his left hand, Fang settled down and hurriedly ran over to help Xue Xue up.

"Xiao An, are you okay, why is there so much blood on your body, are you injured?" Xue Xue came back to her senses and hurriedly asked with concern.

She was really scared just now, even after being picked up by Fang An, her legs were still weak.

"I'm fine, it's all the blood of the bandits. Rest assured, the horse bandits are dead. ”

Speaking of this, Fang An remembered the terrifying death of the horse bandit again, and hurriedly blocked Aunt Xue's sight, and then changed the topic and said, "Why did you come out, Yuanyuan?"

"I didn't hear that there was no movement outside, and I was worried that something would happen to you, so I came out to take a look······ Yuanyuan hid under the bed. Xue Xue was shocked.

"It's cold outside, let's go into the house first. ”

After Fang An helped Xue Xue into the room, Xue Xue softly called out Yuanyuan, who was hiding under the bed.

This little girl was obviously frightened, and after she crawled out, she immediately threw herself into Xue Xue's arms with tears in her eyes.

Seeing Yuan Yuan shrunk in Xue Xue's arms like a little quail and shivering, Fang An couldn't help but feel distressed. He stretched out his hand to comfort the little girl, but his round body trembled in fright, and he couldn't help but freeze in mid-air.

Fang An then remembered his current appearance, it was indeed scary enough.

When Xue Xue saw this scene, she patted Yuanyuan in her arms and said seriously and seriously.

"Yuanyuan, your little brother An has become like this, all to protect our mother. Anyone can be afraid of him, but you can't. You have to remember that your life was saved by your little brother An's desperate death, and you can't break his heart, you know?"

"Aunt Xue, don't say that, if you really talk about it, you saved me first. Besides, the way I look is really scary. Fang An hurriedly waved his hand.

At this time, Yuan Yuan broke away from Xue Xue's arms, walked in front of Fang An, stretched out his pale little hand, held Fang An's blood-drenched left hand, and then, as usual, picked up Fang An's index finger and scraped the bridge of her little nose and said, "Brother Xiao An, I'm sorry." ”

Fang An looked at the circle in front of him, and all kinds of thoughts in his heart couldn't help but be swept away.

He threw away the long knife in his hand, wiped the blood on his round hand and face with the sleeve of his right hand, which was still clean, and said softly, "It's okay. ”

If you cross the bottom line of human nature, what qualifications do you have to protect the people around you?

After comforting Yuan Yuan, Fang An picked up the long knife and walked resolutely towards the outside of the room.

"Aunt Xue, you and Yuanyuan stay in the room, no matter what movement you hear this time, don't come out again. ”

Xue Xue didn't stop Fang An, but just instructed: "Xiao An, you must be careful." ”

Fang An closed the door and came to the courtyard again.

From the time the horse bandits entered the door to now, it has not been more than a quarter of an hour. In this extremely short period of time, Fang An's mood fluctuated more intensely than a tsunami.

After calming down for a while, Fang An tried to summon the horse bandit's soul out of the dead world.

As soon as his mind moved, the ghost appeared in front of Fang An.

"Why did you come to this village?"

Fang An asked at the ghost, but the ghost didn't react.

Fang An then conducted another test, and found that this ghost did not have any mental residue except that it could enter and exit the dead realm according to his mind.

"There is no intelligence, no control, it seems to be just the lowest kind of wandering spirit, but I am afraid that it will be dispersed when it is exposed to the sun. Fang An was inevitably a little disappointed, this ghost was really weak enough.

"No, it's because this bandit is too weak. Fang An thought of the first talent of the ghost pupil, the supernatural power of the ghost ------ the stronger the body of the soul detained, the higher the level after the ghost transformation.

Moreover, the detaining of ghosts is only to forcibly detain the soul to form a ghost, so that it cannot naturally dissipate in heaven and earth, and it is also impossible to directly control the ghost.

But since it is a ghost, it is easy to do, the spirit master of the Fang royal family, most of his skills are on ghosts, so the most in the clan is all kinds of bloodline secret techniques for controlling ghosts and refining ghosts.

With Fang An's former identity, these bloodline secret techniques were naturally not confidential.

With the mentality of giving it a try, Fang An used his spiritual power to his index finger, preparing to carve a ghost control talisman in the body of this ghost.