"Sir, do you really have a way to live forever?"
Jiang Yuhe's breathing became heavy.
"Eternal life is hard, but eternal life is easy, especially for insects like you!" Fang Xian revealed a strange smile.
Although the other party had captured him as a 'birthday gift', it could also be seen as a form of protection.
He did not mind giving them some opportunities.
After all, the 'Moth Transformation' and 'Moth Transformation Swordplay' that he had casually created had long been contaminated by the power of the Diabolic God. It was mixed with madness and an indescribable power. It was not a good thing.
"Besides … I'm already half crazy … The thoughts of a madman are always so arbitrary …"
Fang Xian laughed and chanted a mantra. "Insects are lowly, suffering thousands of torments. Once they become pupae, they break out of the cocoon and become a moth, soaring to the nine heavens …"
These originally ordinary words, after being 'recited' by him, gained 'power'!
Jiang Yuhe, Jiang Tao, Yi Wuji and the rest's eyes became blurry. They felt as if their minds had been stuffed with a ball of paste and some inexplicable knowledge.
The surrounding forest was silent. In the darkness, shadows surged, as if something terrifying had been attracted.
The first to appear was a ball of dark flames.
Behind the flames, there were more than ten pale palms flying in the air.
Accompanied by heavy footsteps, a giant monster that seemed to be made up of the limbs of more than ten humans and beasts walked out of the forest.
"It's the Strange Spectral Fire! Flying palms! And the Ten Corpse Mountain! "
Yi Wuji was the first to recover and screamed.
The Spectral Fire gathered and dispersed randomly. It could burn people's souls and was extremely terrifying. It was also the type that ordinary martial artists did not want to encounter.
The Flying Palms were flying human hands. Not only were they extremely powerful, but they were also shockingly fast. More importantly, they could take the victim's hands and make them grow larger.
The Corpse Mountain was a monster that Yi Wuji had killed before. It was made up of countless broken limbs and was most likely to appear in places with many corpses, such as graveyards or battlefields.
The Ten Corpse Mountain meant that there were not many corpses that made up it. Even ordinary people could be hacked to death or burned to death.
However, if it continued to accumulate, it would turn into a 'Hundred Corpse Mountain', and only the experts of the Jianghu would be able to kill it.
Once it advanced further, it would become the 'Thousand Corpse Mountain' or 'Ten Thousand Corpse Mountain'. At that time, all living beings would be plunged into misery and suffering. Cities would be massacred and clans would be annihilated. Only immortal cultivators would be able to go against it.
All three of them were freaks. Ordinary pedestrians would try to avoid them, but they had not expected to be attracted to them.
"It's good that you've come. If I want to master the Moth Transformation Sword, how could I not need blood and flesh?"
Fang Xian arrived in front of one of the guards and leisurely took his long sword. He drew a flower with the sword and stabbed it towards the flying palm.
Yi Wuji's eyes widened.
He could not imagine that there was such a sword technique in the world!
An ordinary martial artist would have to spend a long time to deal with a flying palm, and they had to be extremely careful.
Fang Xian, on the other hand, pierced through the flying palms one by one like a string of gourds.
As a freak, the vitality of the Flying Palm was quite tenacious. It could recover quickly even if it was cut, and only vital energy and magic power could restrain it.
But at this moment, the flying palms that had been strung up were no longer moving as if they were dead.
Not only that, but the originally pale but thick palms suddenly withered as if they had lost a large amount of vitality.
On the long sword in Fang Xian's hand, there seemed to be blood vein-like patterns that were slowly wriggling.
"The power of the insect is weak. Only by gathering sand into a tower, and only then can it accumulate enough power to transform into a chrysalis … Simply put, I have to kill …"
Fang Xian sighed, "Therefore, the Moth Transformation Sword is also a sword of killing. The sword takes vitality and is used by me!"
"This Moth Transformation Sword has three moves. The first is Insect Transformation, the second is Chrysalis, and the third is Moth Transformation!"
At this moment, the ball of Spectral Flame pounced over and wrapped around Fang Xian, as if it was going to burn him into ashes.
Fang Xian did not panic. He swung his long sword and immediately blocked all the flames.
The Insect Transformation move turned the sword energy into threads and drilled into the limbs and bones of the victim, absorbing vitality!
The chrysalis move was defense. It was like a giant chrysalis, impenetrable by wind and rain.
"The last move, Moth Transformation!"
Fang Xian laughed loudly and suddenly swung out another sword light.
This sword light was brilliant and boundless. It was completely different from the cunning and insidious sword technique from before. It was like a butterfly breaking out of a cocoon and becoming a beautiful and extraordinary butterfly.
Poof!
The sword light directly extinguished the ball of Spectral Flame and pierced straight into the Ten Corpse Mountain, cutting open a huge gap and blood gushed out.
In the next moment, the originally vast sword light suddenly turned into countless sword threads and drilled into the flesh mountain like maggots on bones.
The huge flesh mountain quickly withered and suddenly collapsed, rotting rapidly.
"I'm going, haha …"
Fang Xian sheathed his sword and turned to leave.
He had to leave!
Even if he had only used a little power, he could feel the terrifying madness that had eroded him to the limit.
Perhaps in the next moment, he would become crazy again.
For him, who had only reached the seventh level after devouring Nicholas, madness was the mainstream!
Rationality was just an occasional flash of inspiration in his long life.
…
In the dense forest, Fang Xian tiptoed and turned the absorbed vitality into vital energy. He traveled several feet away at an incredible speed.
"Nicholas is still far away … He is in my heart, in my mind, in my true spirit … Madness is inevitable …"
"I can feel it … There is still a part of it that is overflowing … Perhaps it will become an oddity in this world?"
"Finding him and killing him is my mission in this world!"
"Apart from that, I might as well go and see how those old friends are … Shushan … Haha, I'm afraid those sword immortals will hate me to death …"
"Fortunately … I landed in Xinwu Country this time, and there are not many immortal cultivators … Although I can deal with them, I may have to use too much power, which is not a good thing for me or this world …"
Suddenly, the rationality in Fang Xian's eyes dissipated.
He fell head-first into the rotten mud and began to eat the soil.
Fang Xian's expression was crazy, as if the rotten soil was extremely delicious, and he swallowed it in big mouthfuls.
He was crazy!
However, Fang Xian's main consciousness had long been used to it, and treated it as a deep sleep.
He had slept for so long before, so a little longer was not a big deal.
Well, the time he fell into madness this time was definitely much shorter than before. However, even if he recovered his rationality, it might still contain madness.
Even so, he was still very confident in completing the mission.
After all, he could sense Nicholas's existence and had a general direction.
In addition, the other party was even crazier than him!
He could still occasionally recover his rationality, but Nicholas was a complete lunatic. Even if a trace of madness leaked out, the incarnation formed was also full of madness.
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