A spell called the 'Blood Demon God'.

When Jiang Hao performed this technique, a black and deep whirlpool appeared behind him, and in the middle of the two whirlpools, there was a piece of blood red, and a sea of blood was faintly seen.

That sea of blood was exactly the same as the sea of blood that Fang Wenyuan was facing now. And, in the middle of the same sits a statue. The statue is about 100 feet high, and the carving depicts a man, handsome but evil.

The Blood Demon God is an advent technique whose purpose is to summon more powerful forces to bless itself.

With this, the statue of Fang Wenyuan has a trace of understanding and speculation. However, it is difficult to say whether this guess is accurate or not.

Just as Fang Wenyuan approached the statue, there was an invisible power that gradually converged from the void and gradually penetrated into his body.

It's clear and palpable, but it can't resist it in the slightest. What shocked him even more was that the Jin Dan in his body shook wildly at this moment.

This kind of shock, Fang Wenyuan felt, was definitely not a good thing.

From this moment on, all the voices of this world gradually drifted away. Fang Wenyuan could clearly see everything in this world, but he clearly felt that they were losing. Everything in this world is far away from him.

Or rather, I am being ostracized by the world.

Click...

This voice came very crisply, and in Fang Wenyuan's quiet inner world at the moment, it was like a thunderbolt, resounding in his ears. This voice comes from Dantian and Jindan.

All the panic before appeared in Fang Wenyuan's inner world. At this moment, he feels like he is not in this world.

The lotus Dao base in his body began to emit a strong golden light.

Everything came very suddenly, without warning.

Fang Wenyuan found that his body was out of control, and he barely raised his head to look at the sculpture. The shock in his eyes was overwhelming.

There is nothing to express his current mood.

Because the appearance of the statue has changed dramatically, it has become exactly the same as him, and the evil smile makes him panic in his heart. The same smile, when it came to the statue, was so terrifying.

On the way to practice his heart, Fang Wenyuan had seen his former self and objectively seen his own smile, but that kind of smile made him feel familiar at most.

The same face, the same smile, it feels so different.

At this moment, the immortal soul guarding the sea suddenly opened his eyes. The shimmering golden light was directly reflected through Fang Wenyuan's eyes. For a while, Fang Wenyuan's mind was completely detonated.

He understood that this so-called sculpture was the Blood Demon Ancestor, but it was not the Blood Demon Ancestor.

A sculpture that is enshrined in an incense stick naturally has its own extraordinary. The reason why it can be relied on as a summoning technique is because it is different in itself.

Perhaps, at the beginning, the Blood Demon Sect carved such a sculpture and worshiped it every day because of the awe of the old ancestor, then, something else must have happened later.

Because the essence of the sculpture has changed, there is another power, the power of convincing of the disciples of the Blood Demon Sect, and the incense.

It... It's the last immortal soul.

Only with such an explanation can the Blood Demon Sect's 'Blood Demon God' technique be perfectly interpreted.

All this is not speculation from Fang Wenyuan. The familiar fluctuations from the immortal soul of the dantian had suddenly changed the face of this sculpture. Also, when he set foot here, a series of changes took place, all of which showed that the last immortal soul was hidden in this sculpture.

So, how to explain the power of being rejected by the world?

Between the flow of thoughts, Fang Wenyuan seemed to have caught something, but he couldn't remember it.

At this time, he was in a critical situation, whether it was Jin Dan or Daoji, they were invisibly collapsing, and this collapse was irreversible. Therefore, no matter how skillful Fang Wenyuan's mind is, how firm he is.

In this situation where the cultivation of this body is about to gradually disperse, it is impossible to be as stable as Mount Tai.

Thoroughly, very thoroughly, Fang Wenyuan's mind is completely crazy.

In the dark, many things are predestined.

It's like Fang Wenyuan is back here...

Cultivation has already undergone an irreversible collapse, and with Fang Wenyuan's character, he will definitely not be obedient. But no matter how hard I tried, there was still no change.

The blue sky thunder ding in his body became dim at this moment. The Five Thunder God Scrolls seemed to have been forcibly grabbed by an invisible big hand and disappeared into the void.

The golden light around the immortal soul also became extremely dim, and the sturdy body actually began to deform. Finally, there is a small piece of paper and floats quietly in the sea of knowledge.

The golden black brand let out a painful hiss, and the blue-brown fireworks suddenly shrank, making a firebird tattoo and falling on Fang Wenyuan's forehead.

Almost all the spells that Fang Wenyuan had cultivated, including supernatural powers, had all suffered a major blow at this moment.

The proud bones forged by the dragon pattern bone refining technique, the result is still the same.

Almost all the means that Fang Wenyuan could use were imprisoned.

All thoughts are lost, this word is the most appropriate to describe Fang Wenyuan at this moment.

All the hard work of nearly a hundred years of hard cultivation and hard work every day and night was all in vain in this short moment.

Before entering the Fei Bo Sect, the words when he fell off the cliff once again appeared in Fang Wenyuan's heart!

"People are like ants, they can't withstand the fiddling of fate!"

In a haze, Fang Wenyuan saw the sculpture looking at him, changed his mouth, and said: "You have appropriated the two souls of this seat to continue your life, and you have long had the same root and origin as this seat, I can't kill you!"

At this point, the sculpture's face was slightly distorted, and he said hideously: "But this seat can make you live forever, trapped in this heaven and earth, let you suffer in reincarnation, let you break free from birth, old age, sickness and death under the way of heaven, and let people taste the suffering of the world." ”

The huge sculpture bent down in a different way, pointed at Fang Wenyuan's forehead, and said in a low voice: "Now... I'll get you back to where you started!"

The dazzling light, as well as the pain of peeling the skin and filing bones, filled Fang Wenyuan's body and mind.

"Ah....~~~"

The long howl of pain did not dissipate for a long time, and Fang Wenyuan chose to be in the void, constantly struggling.

I don't know how long it took, Fang Wenyuan felt like thousands of years had passed.

The dead silence in his ears finally had a brief end, and there was a sound.

But I saw a woman, stroking his forehead, and said worriedly: "I have a fever again!" Why is this child's life so miserable!"

...

In Xishan Village, a sword-eyed man was hurriedly taking a pack of medicine and rushing home. In a courtyard on the north side of the village, a woman kept looking at the door.

Seeing the man come back, he breathed a sigh of relief, took the medicine in a hurry, and hurried to the kitchen to prepare the decoction.

The man walked to the room, and as soon as he entered the door, he was stunned. The child, who was seriously ill, was scared and sat by the window, watching the sunset.

After a long time, the man came back to his senses, walked behind the child, and whispered, "Yuan'er, are you better?"

Holding the child in his arms, the man walked to the bed, carefully covered the quilt for the child, and said worriedly: "You have a strange dream, you have been having a fever for the past few days, and you haven't recovered yet, rest well, don't move!"

Seeing the child lying obediently, the man walked out of the room.

The child's eyes were blank, he looked at the beams of the house, and muttered, "Dream?

At this moment, the weather that had been clear and sunny turned out to be fierce, lightning and thunder.

A bolt of lightning pierced the roof and fell directly on the child's forehead.

At this moment, the child passed out, and a tripod-shaped phantom flashed above his head and disappeared without a trace.

...

Familiar places, small villages in the four mountains, familiar people, Fang Bufan, Liu Rumeng.

Everything is back to square one, but is that really the case?

At least Qingtian Lei Ding is back!

....

PS: I finally made this decision and finished the book.

So far, "Lingxiao Shinto" has an ending, although it is a bad ending, but it can be regarded as giving himself an explanation!

This book, which I have been writing for almost a year, has taken so much of my energy.

From the story structure to the plot setting, this book is jerky and pale.

Let's put it this way, Kitagawa wrote this book just for interest, and wrote wherever he wanted, and after a long time, it looked messy and tiring.

Forehead...

It's already a bit incoherent now, well, I would say that the book is over.