"Fang Di, why are you so confused, not only did you agree to fight with Xiuke, but also proposed that the loser should be self-defeating?"

Fang Di dragged along the long stone street of Thebes, where the night was getting darker and there were few pedestrians, and replied casually:

"In the previous form, if I avoided the challenge of cultivating, I would have been criticized, and most importantly, I would have lost the support of the sacrificial temple because of my cowardice. That is the real disaster, and it will become the fish and meat slaughtered by the people of Ren Xiuke. ”

Nasai and the others were stunned and silent, and after a little thought, they knew that what Fang Di said was quite reasonable.

In this ancient era of human beings fighting against nature and fierce beasts, personal bravery is the most valued trait, and if Fang is so cowardly that he does not even dare to meet the challenge, it is indeed very likely to lose the support of the sacrificial temple.

Zoe's face did not recede, and she said indignantly:

"Although Penros and Xiuke are too deceitful, Fang Di should be challenged, but you are still too risky and will die at every turn. ”

Fang Di said in a relaxed tone:

"The threat of death is not a bad thing sometimes, and the fear of death makes me feel the reality of life and brings out potential that I don't have in normal situations. ”

When Nase and the others heard this, they showed a moved look together.

What Fang Di said is to temper one's body with the great fear of life and death as the driving force, and this kind of courage is really comparable to very people.

Fang Di said: "Don't worry, Xiu Ke thinks that the sword he shot before has figured out my bottom and despises me." He is very arrogant and conceited by nature, and when the real battle begins, I will give him a surprise that I will never forget. ”

Nasai Haosheng glanced at Fang Di, and said with a little worry: "So, do you have the certainty of defeating Xiuke?"

The other people were also in good spirits, and looked over at Fang Di with anticipation.

How do you know that Fang Di shook his head, and said neatly: "Xiuke's swordsmanship has reached the unfathomable realm of ghosts and gods, and the sword he attacked before made people completely unable to see the subsequent changes in the sword momentum. To tell you the truth, if I do it with him now, I don't even have half a chance of winning. ”

Everyone was shocked, and said in unison: "Then you still promised to fight him, aren't you looking for death?"

Fang Di smiled dumbly: "Isn't there still more than ten days? Between life and death, a momentary change may affect the final result, let alone more than ten days? Okay, I know the way back, I have to think about some problems alone, let's separate here." ”

After that, he walked forward and went freely, leaving Nase and the others to stay where they were, looking at each other.

Fang Di walked alone on the streets of Thebes, hearing the faint sound of the Nile River rushing, and seeing huge statues of gods everywhere around, in a trance, he couldn't help but have the illusion of stepping into the world of gods and demons.

It's late at night.

It is close to the sacrificial temple, a place where ordinary people are in awe, and there are even fewer people on the streets.

Only the pensive Fang Di, the footsteps from lightly stepping on the ground, sounded rhythmically in the long silent night.

After several days of practicing the inscription of the Book of the Dead of the Dead, he had his initial contact with the way of cultivation and realized the method of operating the dantian spiritual energy, which could temporarily induce the spiritual energy to be sent out of the body and greatly increase the attack power.

However, Fang Di faintly felt that sending out the underworld power to increase the attack power was not the correct way to use the death power. According to Sanin, the fundamental function of the legendary Book of the Dead is to communicate with the original power of the underworld, and it should not be confined to its own barriers.

Fang Di thought about walking as he walked, getting closer and closer to the main gate of the sacrificial courtyard.

Suddenly, an alarm arose in his heart.

Almost subconsciously, Fang Di made a sideways dodge action.

At the same moment, a ghostly figure appeared on a majestic statue several feet high on the side of the long street.

The cold light flashed, and the condescending black shadow held a short blade in his hand, his movements were like electricity, and he jumped down silently, and the cold light Huo Huo hit Fang Di several times in a row, killing him with a move.

This attack came very abruptly, completely unexpected, after all, Fang Di had not practiced for a long time, and suddenly encountered the enemy, and the abnormal wolf bèi who was dodging rolled and jumped on the ground many times in a row, so that he was able to avoid the disaster of killing, and the form was extremely dangerous.

But even though he was in an absolute downwind, Fang Di was still able to keep calm, his eyes were like knives, and he stared at the attacker who was wrapped in a black shirt for a moment, and without making a sound, he attacked again and again.

This is not the time to die to save face, Fang Di took advantage of the obstruction of the stone pillars on the side of the road, and finally won a moment of respite, and after taking the opportunity to stand up, he immediately shouted without hesitation: "How daring, dare to openly attack the True Disciple Rank Priest in front of the gate of the Sacrificial Courtyard." ”

Fang Di's shout was like a thunderstorm on the ground, and outside the silent sacrificial courtyard, there was a particularly long distance.

The cheers continued to echo and spread, and the power was amazing.

The Holy City Sacrificial Courtyard can be said to be the only place in Thebes that is the same level as the pharaoh's dormitory, and the most heavily guarded place. In the dark sacrificial courtyard, the appearance is calm, but in fact, he kills step by step, coiling the dragon and crouching tiger.

Before Fang Di's shouting fell, in the darkness behind the main entrance of the sacrificial hall, a figure in a white shirt appeared silently, abruptly like a ghost standing there.

At the same moment, the killer who attacked Fang Di snorted coldly, raised his hand and waved out a palm-sized, thin cloth-like artifact that seemed to have blood flowing on it, and flew towards Fang Di.

Fang Di was already frightened at this time, he opened his mouth and shouted violently, urging the spiritual power in the dantian with all his strength, raising his hand and blasting out a punch, the fist was uncertain, and he slammed into the approaching thing.

A squeak.

The thin cloth-like attacker, after colliding with the demonic power of Fang Di's fist, let out a scream like a living thing, and flew back backwards, being retracted by the killer probe who was about to retreat.

The attacker seemed to be a little surprised that the other party could withstand his last blow, and let out a light 'huh', but he didn't dare to stay any longer, and took advantage of the dark shadows between the buildings, flashing several times, and disappeared without a trace.

Fang Di suddenly realized at this time that he was covered in cold sweat.

The attack came in a strange way.

When Fang Di first arrived in Thebes, he only had conflicts with Panlos and Xiuke, but this attack was not like what they did.

No matter how stupid Panros was, he wouldn't have attacked and killed the priests of the True Disciple level of the Sacrificial Courtyard that night after he had a conflict with him.

What's more, Xiu Ke had just made a life-and-death battle with Fang Di, in the eyes of Pan Luo and the others, Fang Di would not survive for more than ten days at most, so there was really no need to make another move and send someone to attack and kill Fang Di.

With this analysis, since Penros and Xiuke are not very suspicious, things become more complicated.

"Are you alright?" a cold and faint voice sounded behind Fang Di, it was a white-clothed priest who came out of the sacrificial courtyard to answer.

This person's face is covered under long hair, and the skin reveals an unhealthy paleness, which looks very cold and awe-inspiring.

He continued: "If you are all right, go back to your lodgings! Be careful when you go out in the future, there will always be blasphemers who hide in the shadows and attack the people of the sacrificial courtyard." The last thing the attacker used before was called Soul Skin. If it is made of raw skin, if it is contaminated, the evil resentment in it will invade the soul, and it will no longer be able to practice in this life, and it will be very vicious. Recently, many priests have been destroyed by this skinned soul. ”

Fang Di nodded and thanked him, and did not express the doubts in his heart, but this attack was really untargeted, simply attacking the priests outside the sacrificial courtyard?

In this ancient era, there are so strange and chaotic things, strange things emerge one after another, and the dangers are far beyond imagination.

Fang Di frowned, turned around and walked towards the sacrificial courtyard.

The next few days were very calm, and even the expected question of why the Death Divine Force had the ability to erode flesh and blood did not happen.

The attacks and killings encountered at night were also traceless, silently as if they had never happened.

Since no one bothered him, Fang Di was happy to be quiet, living indoors, and diligent in cultivation. However, the time was short, and he was not experienced enough in cultivation, and the black qi in the dantian grew extremely slowly.

But the black gas grew more and more pure, as dark as if it could swallow the light.

Faintly, in the core of the black qi, as if some kind of life was brewing, there were slight fluctuations, and the aura was extremely terrifying.

In the Book of the Dead of the Dead, this phenomenon of initial cultivation is called the opening of the Divine Gate, also known as the Soul Demon Fetus.

The book says that if you can successfully open the Divine Gate and make the demon fetus manifest, you can be regarded as truly qualified to practice the Book of the Dead of the Dead.

Fang Di secretly mused: "So I haven't even crossed the threshold of truly learning the Book of the Undead yet, and the spiritual power in my body is not even an entry level, is the real spiritual power so difficult to cultivate?"

In the afternoon of this day, Fang Di walked out of his residence and walked towards an ancient stone hall in the sacrificial courtyard.

It was the scripture building that contained many of the classics of the sacrificial temple, Fang Di wanted to go to it, it was best to find records of other priests' cultivation of spiritual power, and it would be better if he could understand the relevant information of the Book of the Dead of the Dead, it would definitely be of great help to his practice.