When he was eight years old, Fang Xing was almost beheaded!
In fact, when he was already brought to the execution ground, the executioner had already raised the ghost head blade in his hand, and Fang Xingzheng's voice was trembling as he shouted, "Other people will be a good man after eighteen years, this young master … After this young master reincarnates, as long as I can run, I will be a good man …" Then, just as the executioner's blade was about to fall, Big Uncle brought the people from the Ghost Smoke Valley over and saved him.
"How did I feel at that time?"
Fang Xing seemed to have forgotten the contents of the decapitation painting, and his thoughts started to drift away.
Fear …
Different from the people in the decapitation painting, the people in the decapitation painting did not have fear, but the deepest impression he had was fear.
No one could not feel fear in that kind of situation!
In fact, the fact that Fang Xing didn't wet his pants in fear at that time had always been one of the things that he was most proud of.
The bandits in the Ghost Smoke Valley obviously admired Fang Xing's expression at that time.
After Eldest Uncle beheaded the executioner, he immediately lifted Fang Xing up and sniffed his crotch. He laughed heartily and said, "Good job, Brother Xing is really good. You almost got your head chopped off, but you didn't wet your pants. You're indeed a hero who grew up with us!" Then, the bandits who came with Eldest Uncle all cheered in unison, cheering and cheering for Fang Xing's bravery.
It was also that night, when he returned to the Ghost Smoke Valley, Eldest Uncle officially promoted him to the tenth bandit of the Ghost Smoke Valley.
That respect, could be said to have been earned by Fang Xing with his own courage!
However, the immortal who was beheaded did not feel fear, so of course he could not resonate with him.
Other than fear, what other emotions were there?
Fang Xing continued to recall.
Regret?
Regret that he should not have sneaked out of the Ghost Smoke Valley, and played around in the city?
Probably not!
Do you hate me?
Did he hate the bailiff who had arrested him?
Also not!
Could it be … anger?
Fang Xing felt that he had grasped an important point. That's right, it should be anger!
At that time, he was just taking a stroll in the city when he accidentally bumped into a rich young master. He ordered the evil slave beside him to break his legs. Then, in a fit of rage, he snatched a butcher's knife from a butcher's stall and stabbed him to death.
After that, he was quickly captured. After being locked up for three days, he was sent to the execution platform.
He was very angry at that time!
Why?
Was she destined to let him break her legs?
Could it be that the other party had pulled out a long sword and was about to slash at his neck? Should he just let him slash at his neck?
That feeling of anger gradually became clear in Fang Xing's heart. He clenched his fists tightly.
It was a kind of anger mixed with despair. It was different from ordinary anger. The anger almost seeped into the bones and seeped into the blood.
"This is the feeling …"
Fang Xing gritted his teeth and looked at the decapitation painting.
At this moment, something in the painting seemed to move, and it triggered the spiritual power in Fang Xing's body.
That was the unyielding will in the painting!
It triggered the spiritual power in Fang Xing's body. It started to tremble and burn!
The spiritual power turned into fire. With a turbulent momentum, it started to burn in Fang Xing's body. It seemed like it wanted to burn everything, including himself!
"Not good …"
When he felt the burning will of fire in his body, Fang Xing suddenly woke up, but he could no longer control the momentum.
The fire burning in Fang Xing's body was a manifestation of anger.
This kind of fire was formed by spiritual power. It could burn everything, including Fang Xing's body. Unintentionally, Fang Xing had triggered this fire. It could also be said that he had successfully understood half of the true meaning of the person who had left behind the decapitation painting. However, this was not enough. He only had the anger, but had no way to control it. In the end, he could only burn himself, just like the two disciples who had turned into ashes.
His meridians were in great pain, and his organs seemed to be on fire. They were burning fiercely, and the more they burned, the stronger they became.
In his shock, Fang Xing tried his best to calm his emotions, hoping that the flames would subside along with his anger.
However, it was useless. This kind of fire was incomparably wild. Once it appeared, there was no way to stop it.
"Am I going to die here?"
Fang Xing was shocked. His face was already red, and his clothes were extremely dry. There was even a burning smell. His hair had already become curly, as if it had been burnt by the fire. His skin was red, and one could even see the flickering flames under his skin. It was as if there was really a fire burning in his body, as if it was about to burst out.
Under this kind of intense pain, Fang Xing did not let his panic completely control his mind. Instead, he thought quickly.
This was also one of his skills. Because he had already experienced many dangerous situations, his mind was much stronger than ordinary people. Therefore, when he was on the verge of death, he would not panic. Instead, he would do his best to calm himself down and think of a way to save himself.
"Will everyone who tries to comprehend this diagram be burned to death?"
"No, there should be a way to save myself …"
"That's right. This painting doesn't just contain the immortal's blood. There's also the Sword of Destiny …"
"The Sword of Destiny is even stronger than the immortal's blood, because it was this sword that cut off the immortal's head …"
A thought flashed through Fang Xing's mind. He immediately focused his attention on the painting again.
Very soon, he felt that illusion again ….
On the execution platform, the unyielding immortal's rage reached the heavens. He roared at the sky, but a sword light flew over and cut off his head!
Fang Xing endured the raging flames in his body as he carefully observed and sensed the sword light.
It was a sword light that could topple the world. It was as if a sword had come from the west, ethereal and traceless.
In reality, if it wasn't for the sword light imprinted on the decapitation painting, Fang Xing would not have been able to see it at all.
The decapitation painting imprinted the unyielding rage of the decapitated person before his death. It also borrowed this person's unyielding rage to imprint the sword light that couldn't have been imprinted on paper. The true meaning of the sword and the Flames of Rage complemented each other and balanced each other.
Fang Xing focused his attention on the sword light. The more he looked, the more mysterious and ethereal it became.
That sword light had deeply attracted him, and even the intense pain from the burning flames of anger in his body had faded away …
Gradually, a cool and sharp feeling entered his body. The raging flames that had almost burned half his body to a crisp seemed to have been doused with a ladle of ice water when they touched the cool sword intent, gradually extinguishing …
"Haha … cough … I … I've comprehended it …"
All of a sudden, Fang Xing laughed maniacally. He jumped up and danced with joy.
But he only managed to shout that one sentence before his head spun and he fell to the ground.
The raging flames in his body had already caused severe burns. His meridians and organs were riddled with holes.
"Hmm?"
The white-haired young man, Bai Qianzhang, who was sitting cross-legged outside the cave, heard Fang Xing's painful laughter. With a thought, he appeared in the cave in an instant. He looked down and was instantly shocked. He quickly bent over and carried Fang Xing, who was almost burned to death. He quickly transferred a stream of spiritual power into his body. Then, he raised his hand and a few bottles of high-quality spiritual liquid appeared between his fingers. He fed all of them to Fang Xing.
"There are symptoms of being burned, but he didn't lose his life. Could it be that he really comprehended it?"
A hint of hope flashed across Bai Qianzhang's heart. He carried Fang Xing to a jade bed in the cave abode and his face was filled with relief.
"My lifespan of a thousand years is almost up. Can I finally solve this mystery before I die?"
A bitter smile appeared on Bai Qianzhang's face. "Will there be a chance for me to break through the bottleneck?"
Fang Xing slept for three days and three nights before he woke up. He felt that his body was cold, but there were traces of life seeping into his body from below. He opened his eyes and felt that his body was empty. He had almost used up all his spiritual power. However, his body seemed to have an extremely strong power. It seemed like he didn't need to use his spiritual power to throw a heavy punch.
Sitting up, Fang Xing saw that he was lying on a jade bed. The traces of life seeped into his body from the jade bed.
Because the spiritual power in his body was exhausted, he had an extreme desire to replenish it. He subconsciously wanted to reach behind his head to take out the wine gourd in his Grotto-Heaven Ring. There was still half a gourd of spiritual wine left in it. It was the best to use it to replenish his spiritual power.
However, when he checked, he was shocked and his expression changed.
His hair was scattered, and the Grotto-Heaven Ring that he used to tie his hair was missing!
"Are you looking for this gourd?"
A faint voice sounded. It was the white-haired young man who had walked in. He held a purple gourd in his hand and slowly placed it on the jade bed beside Fang Xing. He looked at Fang Xing with interest and said, "The entire Blue Cloud Sect is probably wondering what secret you used to cultivate so quickly. I accidentally discovered this secret!"
Fang Xing was shocked. He thought to himself, "Did he discover that I'm cultivating the Supreme Spiritualization Scripture?"
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