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Under Fang Shou's gaze, the fine sand on the upper part of the hourglass all flowed to the bottom, and Lao Duan's figure gradually became blurred, and finally exited the small black room to meet his predetermined fate.

On the dark ceiling, the purple whirlpool reappeared, and Fang Shou took one last look at the small black room that seemed a little lonely because of Lao Duan's departure, and then plunged into the whirlpool, leaving only his sigh・・・・・・・

Lao Duan was the first, but his life has come to an end. ”

After passing through the whirlpool, Fang Shou looked at his own torso as if he was frozen, and immediately drilled into the Parkway Cave above his head, and his consciousness returned to his body, and at the same time, the whirlpool above also disappeared, and the nameplate of the cave owner at the bottom of the hourglass was automatically ejected and caught by Fang Shou.

Looking at the imprints on the nameplate, Fang Shou couldn't help but sigh a little: "What will be my fate?" Could there be a third latecomer, just like I observed Lao Duan, who is observing my every move?"

Thinking of this, he looked around for a week, stretched out his hand again, and found that there was no obvious obstacle, but suddenly realized that even if there was really a barrier similar to Lao Duan outside his body, then with his current cultivation, he would definitely not be able to find it.

Judging from the fine sand allowance on the top of the hourglass, Fang Shou has been in the small black house for five years and two months so far.

Among them, two years and two months were spent in reality, and the remaining three years were spent in the past time and space in the form of a spirit after Fang Shou inserted the cave master's nameplate into the groove at the bottom of the hourglass.

That is, Fang Shou, which is equivalent to going through Lao Duan's three years in the small black house as a bystander, but the person concerned, Lao Duan, does not know about it.

Sitting cross-legged again, Fang Shou calmed down, suddenly took a deep breath, his consciousness sank into the dantian, and he instantly entered the cultivation.

"The good and evil of ・・・・・・'s clumsy skills, not about skills, but about people, the magic skills created by Yu are not greedy for ink xx, for xx's life, but as a last resort, even if innocent beings are tired, what do I have to do with it? ・・・・・・・ would rather bear the people of the world than allow the people of the world to bear me!"

At the beginning of the Demon Transformation Technique, it is a confession to the creator, but the anecdote is serious, and the key part is unknown, Fang Shou can only roughly guess from it that someone who created the technique had to create this technique in order to save someone's life, and at the end he expressed his will-

I'd rather bear the people of the world than allow the people of the world to bear me.

This kind of arrogant rhetoric is generally from the most vicious people, although Fang Shou does not fully agree, but there is a sentence in the middle, but he thinks it is true.

There is no good or evil in the technique, only in the practitioner.

"If I can stick to my heart, then the evil art can also become the right way. ”

Completely eliminating the last trace of scruples in his heart, Fang Shou silently recited the mantra of the Demon Transformation Skill and began to try to practice.

"The reason for the name, the fortunate thing, the initial state of the spiritual element, the creation is very low, so today it is changed, attached to the gluttonous divinity ・・・・・・・"

It is not like the work of today, and some of the terms are quite jerky for Fang Shou to read, but fortunately, there are later commentaries for them, so it did not take too much time for Fang Shou to understand one item.

The key is to transform the true element in the body, which is closer to the original state, so that it has the ability to devour.

The so-called primitive state refers to the state of the true element after it is incorporated into the human body from the natural world, and in essence, it is no different from the "Xuanhuang Qi of Heaven and Earth", that is, the Yuan Qi, but there are significant differences in form and condensation.

Transformation, on the other hand, is based on a kind of essential transformation, which completely deconstructs and rearranges and combines the true elements that do not originally have any attributes, so that they can be devoured in the casting room. In this respect, it is somewhat similar to the relationship between "egg" and "chicken".

"Ancient Demon ...... Gluttony"

Recalling the confession at the beginning, Fang Shou tasted a different connotation from the word "gluttony......

"In ancient times, there was a big demon "gluttony", its shape is like a sheep, there is a head without a body, the eyes are under the armpits, the tiger's teeth are human hands, greedy nature, good cannibalism, and then suppressed by the emperor of heaven at the foot of Jishou Mountain, and 100,000 demons day and night by ten thousand arrows through the heart, hell burning......"

This is a fragment that Fang Shou obtained from the ancient testament "The Wasteland Sutra" when he was in the initial realm in the past, in which the description of the ancient demon "gluttony" is very detailed.

"It is said that the characteristic of this beast is to devour everything, and wherever it goes, within a radius of a hundred miles, people and animals die, and plants and trees do not grow・・・・・・・"

Fang Shou faintly felt that the origin of this demon-transforming skill did not seem to be so simple, and then it was related to its gluttonous devouring characteristics, which made him wonder:

"Could it be that the creator of this demonic skill is someone from ancient times?"

Slowly calming down, Fang Shou suddenly felt that although there was a complete cultivation system in the current Fang Realm, at the beginning of the great power of the predecessors, they had no experience to find, but they crossed the river by feeling the stones, so how did they cultivate?

"If you want to turn into magic, it's a product of that era. ”

If you put the idea of demonization skills in today's view, it is an absolute heresy, and it will be beaten into the ranks of demons, spurned and despised by all cultivators, but if it is placed in the distant past, at the beginning of the birth of the monks, it is normal for the heroes to rise together.

Getting back to business, Fang Shou pulled back his thoughts and slowly immersed himself in the cultivation of demon transformation.

According to the requirements of the exercises, Fang Shou first stripped out a drop of Yuan Liquid from the Golden Sea, and then deconstructed it and dispersed it into a single Yuan Qi.

"Whew~"

The vitality spread instantly, and at the moment when it was about to overflow out of the body, it suddenly stagnated, and under Fang Shou's control, it gradually retracted, forming a new form.

Before, the Yuan Liquid existed in Fang Shou's body in the form of water droplets, but now, according to the requirements of the Demon Transformation Skill, after reconstructing the Yuan Liquid, it actually formed a small whirlpool, and there was a faint traction that overflowed from the center of the whirlpool.

Fang Shou's face was solemn, and he wrapped it with a trace of divine thought, and returned to its original position. And under the barrier of the outer layer of divine thoughts, the golden vortex could not affect the other yuan liquids for the time being.

Then, he began to deconstruct and reorganize the remaining Yuan liquid step by step.

Such a process seems easy, but in fact it is very dangerous, and if you are not careful, it will break the original balance, causing the yuan liquid to rush to each other, and then cause a series of serious consequences such as the explosion of the dantian.

It is equivalent to a crude instrument, Fang Shou dismantled it, collected the parts, and then recombined it according to a new law, forming a completely different and more exquisite instrument from before, and the intermediate process was extremely complicated, and there was no room for carelessness.

If there is no demonic skill, Fang Shoushan will inevitably go through thousands of tribulations, and it is inevitable that he will fail hundreds or thousands of times, which can't help but wonder what kind of sacrifice the monks in the ancient period made to create such a complete cultivation system today?

The Demon Transformation Technique is different from the ordinary channeling technique, so it is not difficult to cultivate, but it takes a lot of energy to deconstruct and reorganize the true elements in the body one by one.

Time, under such consumption, slowly passed, and soon, when the fine sand on the upper part of the hourglass, there was only a thin layer left, on the other hand, Fang Shou, like a settled old monk, the whole person fell into a kind of "fake death" situation, like a clay sculpture, up and down, without the slightest ups and downs.

"Whew~"

The fine sand finally flowed out, and at this moment, Fang Shou woke up from his meditation!

He opened his eyes, took a long breath, and the qi on his body was released, and suddenly, a strong aura surged out, setting off a cold wind in the air.

"This moment has finally arrived!"

Fang Shou's face looked unprecedentedly dignified, after ten months of cultivation, every drop of Yuan Liquid in his body had been successfully transformed at this moment, and there was only one last step left before he could completely master the Demon Transformation Technique.

And at that point, he will never be able to turn back.

Pinching the time, Fang Shou settled down again, and pulled out the divine thoughts wrapped around each golden vortex one by one, and in an instant, a huge suction force suddenly gushed out from his body, causing the entire small black house to be affected by this, and began to tremble violently.

Swish!

In the blink of an eye, the scene changed again, but it was Fang Shou, who had already retreated from the small black room.

Three breaths!

Zang Feng's sword, like billions of stars, instantly enveloped Fang Shou.

"It's over!" Holding Yue Xingyuan, who was already unconscious, in his other hand, he couldn't help but close his eyes under such a strong stimulus, and only one last thought was left in his mind, "Fang Shou!!, come quickly!!"

"Hmph! What if there is a Divine Stone? Could it be that he is alone, staying in that small black room, he can break through the Qi Condensation Realm? No matter how high his talent is, at most he can only reach the realm of the Ninth Layer of Qi Condensation, but I have Zangfeng, but I will not be afraid of him at all! And before he returned, these three people had become the souls of the dead under my sword... Uh, what kind of cultivation is he now?"

As soon as this thought flashed through Han Sanli's mind, he suddenly saw Fang Shou appear, and at that moment, a trace of excitement ignited in his eyes, and the tip of his tongue licked his upper lip, revealing a trace of bloodthirsty battle intent.

"Die!"

Under Han Sanli's control, Zang Feng's sword was raised again, and it suddenly merged into one, forming a sharp and incomparable sword ray, which turned to Fang Shou, but fortunately, because of this, the pressure on Dali and Fang Shijie was immediately light, and there was no need to worry about his life for the time being.

After swimming around the ghost gate, the clothes on the backs of the two were already wet with sweat.

"Xiao Fang, is that you?"

He had just escaped death, and he didn't have time to be happy, so he even looked at Fang Shou, but when he saw it, his whole body trembled violently, as if he had been stimulated by something, his pupils were wide open, and his face was full of disbelief.

Immediately, his body went limp, and if it weren't for the ape mound by his side, he would have fallen to sit down.

Under the concerned eyes of Aruqiu, he covered his mouth with his mighty hands, and the incredulity in his eyes gradually replaced by a sadness, while he kept repeating:

"Transform ...... Demon Transformation ......" (To be continued.) )