Fang Xing's true spirit was no longer in the sea of consciousness.
There was only a three-headed, six-armed tormented spirit floating in the air. Its ominous aura was as vast as the sea, and dark clouds filled the entire space of the sea of consciousness. It looked as if Fang Xing's sea of consciousness had turned into a demonic realm. The tormented spirit floated in the air blankly. Amidst the raging ominous aura, there was a blank look on its face, as if it had lost its sense of direction.
A tormented spirit was born with only one purpose, and that was to devour true spirits. Usually, the outcome of a tormented spirit and true spirit would be mutual destruction and dissipation. But now, Fang Xing's true spirit was gone, and only the tormented spirit was left, which led to such a strange situation.
After an unknown period of time, the tormented spirit that was floating in the air suddenly went berserk again. At this moment, a golden ray of light shot out from its forehead, as if it had broken through the barrier of the ominous aura and shot up to the Nine Heavens.
Meanwhile, in the outside world, Old Ancestor Wan Luo stared blankly at Fang Xing, who was in the formation, with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.
The nineteen candles had been extinguished, which meant that Fang Xing's true spirit was dead.
Old Ancestor Wan Luo did not expect that Fang Xing, whom he had placed all his hopes on, could not even take the first step …
"Sigh, could it be that my reasoning was wrong, and that's why this brat died?"
A rare look of confusion appeared in Old Ancestor Wan Luo's eyes, and his Dao Heart was shaken.
This was a very dangerous thing for a Golden Core Realm Old Ancestor. The Dao Principle was the most important thing in the world, and if one's own Dao Principle was destroyed, then one's cultivation would be like water without a source, and it would be destroyed …
It could be said that the risk that Old Ancestor Wan Luo had to bear in order to inherit the Mystic Ability was no less than that of Fang Xing.
He was already prepared to fail, but he did not expect to fail at the first step …
"Sigh …"
With a long sigh, Old Ancestor Wan Luo waved his hand in disappointment and prepared to break the formation.
But at this moment, something strange happened …
"Puff …"
A bronze candle flame suddenly lit up. The weak flame became brighter, even stronger than before.
Old Monster Wan Luo's eyes lit up as he looked at everything before him in disbelief.
"Puff puff puff …"
As the first bronze candle lit up, several bronze candles lit up one after another, flickering with flames and lighting up one after another.
In the blink of an eye, all nineteen bronze candles were lit, illuminating the surroundings as if it were daytime.
"What … what kind of trick did this brat use? Why is there such an anomaly?"
Old Monster Wan Luo was so shocked that he could not move his eyes away. Even with his Golden Core cultivation and knowledge, he did not understand the situation.
"HAHAHAHA! Yours Truly is the winner, isn't it?"
At this moment, an excited and savage voice rang out in Fang Xing's sea of consciousness, and the place where the voice came from was the tormented spirit. At this moment, there were countless rays of golden light flashing within the tormented spirit's body. The tormented spirit was struggling with all its might, but it was powerless. It could only watch as the golden light grew brighter and brighter, and wisps of purple Qi wrapped around the tormented spirit, trapping it...
After a long while, the cloudy eyes of the tormented spirit in the middle of its head suddenly closed. When it opened again, it was full of spirituality.
If someone familiar saw it, this spirituality belonged to Fang Xing. It was cunning, domineering, and a little thieving...
"It seems that Yours Truly has made the right bet..."
Fang Xing, or rather, the tormented spirit, looked down at himself and seemed to be very satisfied with his new appearance.
He had three heads and six arms, a pair of bat wings on his back, and his whole body was surrounded by black smoke. Among the three heads, only the middle one contained spirituality, while the other two were just phantoms. Carefully sensing his surroundings, he found that the entire sea of consciousness was filled with murderous aura. At this moment, it seemed to be connected to his divine sense. With a single thought, the murderous aura could be mobilized at will, as if it were an extension of his arm.
Then, with a single thought, Fang Xing suddenly flew to the Dao Pagoda and sat cross-legged in it like a real spirit.
The Dao Pagoda was completely stained by the murderous aura, and its golden-purple color changed completely, turning into a black Dao foundation.
Inside the black Dao foundation, a black tormented spirit sat cross-legged. However, inside the tormented spirit, there was a sacred and intelligent real spirit sitting cross-legged. This real spirit was golden, and its body was wrapped in strands of purple. It was the real manifestation of Fang Xing's real spirit.
Old Monster Wan Luo's method was to suppress the tormented spirit and imprint his own real spirit into the tormented spirit's body to control it. However, Fang Xing used an even more bizarre method. After a fierce battle with the tormented spirit, he found that it was difficult to deal with the tormented spirit. He staked everything on one throw and turned his own real spirit into an imprint. Then, using his own body as an arrow, he shot it into the tormented spirit's body and used his real spirit to control the tormented spirit.
In simple words, the tormented spirit was originally a parasite in his sea of consciousness.
But now, Fang Xing had become a parasite in the tormented spirit.
This method was very risky. If one was not careful, they would lose everything. Fortunately, Fang Xing won.
The tormented spirit was an existence without spiritual consciousness. To a certain extent, it was an ownerless demon shell. Because of this, Old Monster Wan Luo came up with the idea of letting Fang Xing use the real spirit imprint to control the tormented spirit. However, even Old Monster Wan Luo did not expect that Fang Xing would go even further. He directly entered the tormented spirit and used the demon shell as a place to nourish his real spirit.
Of course, at this time, Fang Xing did not know if there would be any hidden dangers in doing so. Therefore, he used the purple immortal qi on the Dao foundation to wrap around his real spirit to act as a buffer between his real spirit and the tormented spirit, protecting his real spirit from being tainted.
At this time, in the outside world, Old Monster Wan Luo frowned and looked at Fang Xing with a strange expression.
He keenly noticed that Fang Xing seemed to have undergone a certain degree of change, but when he carefully sensed it, he found that their auras were of the same origin.
However, there was a faint murderous aura exuding from Fang Xing's body, which was very strange.
"What did this little brat do?"
Old Monster Wan Luo muttered in his heart. Suddenly, he thought of a possibility and was shocked.
"Could it be that the tormented spirit devoured the real spirit and was reborn instead?"
The more he thought about it, the more nervous he became. Old Monster Wan Luo hesitated a few times, his pale eyebrows trembling.
After an unknown period of time, Fang Xing slowly opened his eyes. The demonic intent in his eyes flashed, but it was calm.
A flash of pill light flashed on Old Monster Wan Luo's body. After his figure suddenly entered the array, he waved his hand and hovered a foot away from Fang Xing's head, as if he would slap him to death at any time. He shouted in a deep voice, "What are you?"
Fang Xing stared blankly for a moment before cursing, "Who the hell are you, you old bastard?"
Wan Luo breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that this lazy and annoying person must be this little brat. He was startled for a moment, but then he reacted and slapped Fang Xing's head, scolding, "Little bastard, you dare to scold me?"
Fang Xing covered his head and said, "Who told you to teach me not to work?"
Wan Luo was startled and said, "Why not?"
Fang Xing said, "You said that the first step is to create the possibility of the impossible, using the body of the real spirit to suppress the body of the tormented spirit, and then imprint the real spirit into the body of the tormented spirit, turning it into an existence similar to one's clone, so that one can control its power. But it doesn't work, the tormented spirit is very powerful, my real spirit is no match for it, and I was beaten up badly..."
Old Monster Wan Luo said thoughtfully, "This step is indeed difficult, but this old man believes that it can be done!"
Fang Xing said, "What's the use of believing? If you can't beat it, then you can't beat it!"
Old Monster Wan Luo was speechless and wanted to raise his hand to hit him again, but he was afraid that Yang Ming would die from a slap because he had just woken up, so he could only resist and ask, "Since you've woken up, it means that you've solved the problem. How did you do it?"
Fang Xing said proudly, "I've parasitized the tormented spirit, and now it is my second Dao foundation!"
Old Monster Wan Luo was completely shocked, and after a long time, he asked, "Second Dao foundation, what do you mean?"
"The Dao foundation nourishes the tormented spirit, and the tormented spirit nourishes me..."
Fang Xing told Old Monster Wan Luo about the method he just used, and Old Monster Wan Luo was stunned.
"Can you use the power of the tormented spirit and the real spirit at the same time?"
After a long silence, Old Monster Wan Luo asked solemnly.
"I can't anymore!"
Fang Xing let out a sigh. He opened his palm and channeled his Dao foundation's spiritual energy. Black strands of murderous aura appeared on his palm and condensed into a small black ball in his palm. It was filled with demonic intent and was extremely terrifying.
"Could it be that this brat has become possessed?"
Old Monster Wan Luo's expression was solemn, but before he could answer, Fang Xing suddenly chuckled, and the black Malevolent Qi in his palm began to emit a faint golden light. After a long time, the Malevolent Qi dissipated, and the ball of Malevolent Qi turned into pure golden Spiritual Qi, like a small sun, without the slightest Malevolent Qi, only pure Spiritual Qi.
"Because the tormented spirit no longer has any power, all the power in this young master's body is mine!"
Fang Xing said proudly, like a monarch declaring to the world that everything in his territory belongs to him!
What a joke, a bandit wants to turn other people's things into his own!
In that case, what was the point of not owning the things that were in his own territory?
Old Monster Wan Luo's method was to let Fang Xing suppress the tormented spirit, and even control it, borrowing its power for his own use.
However, Fang Xing used an unprecedented method to turn the tormented spirit's power into his own.
"You... you really have a golden Dao foundation?"
Old Monster Wan Luo's shock was indescribable, especially when he saw the manifestation of Spirit Qi in Fang Xing's palm. He was dumbfounded. The manifestation of such pure golden Spirit Qi could only mean that Fang Xing had a golden Dao foundation.
"I told you I have a golden Dao foundation!"
Fang Xing replied discontentedly, but in his heart, he thought, In fact, there is Immortal Qi wrapped around my Dao foundation. It could be considered a purple Dao foundation, but the Immortal Qi wrapped around the True Spirit, acting as a buffer between the Demon Shell and the True Spirit, to prevent the Malevolent Qi from contaminating the True Spirit and causing an uncontrollable situation.
Old Monster Wan Luo asked Fang Xing about the details, and his expression became more and more shocked. This kid's method was reasonable, but it was something he had never thought of before. After all, it was too dangerous and unbelievable, and he would never have thought of it. However, after listening to Fang Xing's method, he vaguely felt that it was in line with the principles of the Great Dao...
"Evil from the outside, divine from the inside, controlling the Malevolent Qi with the Divine..."
After a long time, Old Monster Wan Luo patted Fang Xing's shoulder and sighed softly, "Kid, you're not simple!"
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