"Ah! Woo!"
Fang Heling let out a meaningless howl, and he didn't know what he was calling. There was just an emotion that had nowhere to vent, urging him to roar out.
Like a trapped animal, like a wounded dog.
He is a wounded dog trapped in a cage, but he also wants to go crazy, howl, and fight.
His strongest strength was suppressed within his body, and his remaining sword skills were limited to his skin.
But the cold light between my fingers is already in my hand.
He leaped high into the air.
He also has daggers, fists, and teeth...
He doesn't have nothing.
The painful heart becomes more painful.
The blood-red eyes became even more blood-red.
"ah!"
He shouted almost maniacally, but without a complete syllable.
The world is blood red.
And he himself was as pale as a bone.
I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you!
His anger and hatred were burning at such a high frequency.
However, a hand came over, hovered in front of his eyebrows, and stopped him.
Like an eagle pounced on a chicken.
He even saw the process.
The man just calmly raised his right hand, then raised his palm, facing him. By coincidence, that hand hovered between his eyebrows.
At this time, Fang Heling found that he could no longer move.
The hand hanging between his eyebrows seemed to have taken over his body and frozen his fate.
His entire body was frozen in mid-air in a swooping posture.
Like a suspended kite.
And that person looked up at him.
These are a pair of gentle, indifferent, distant and mysterious eyes.
Fang Heling felt inexplicably as if he had been penetrated to the depths of his soul.
But he clearly remembered that Zhang Linchuan's eyes were not like that.
When putting on the bone mask, Zhang Linchuan's eyes were slightly arrogant and distant, which completely fit the image of a Taoist genius from the three major surnames. After putting on the bone mask, there is only indifference.
He believed that the latter was the real Zhang Linchuan.
It's not heartless, it's simply heartless.
Nothing will stop him except what he wants.
So why did it become like this?
Fang Helinghe thought hard, silently using his magical powers in endless pain.
"Your heart seems to be increasing my pain."
The man who had restrained him as soon as he raised his hand still looked at him with a sigh in his tone: "But there is really no room for increase."
Fang Heling was shocked!
It wasn't just that his covert actions were noticed.
What's more, the hatred power that I tried so hard to activate didn't even make a single ripple!
and……
What does "there is no room for increasing the pain in the heart" mean?
"You, who killed your whole family with your own hands, are still in pain?" Fang Heling stared at the other party fiercely and asked in a hissing voice.
If possible, he would like to bite this person's throat and drink all his blood!
And what surprised him was——
The gentle, indifferent, distant and mysterious eyes of the man in front of him actually caused ripples for a moment.
He actually saw a flash of sadness in this man's eyes!
Zhang Linchuan...Can Zhang Linchuan also be sad?
"I remember……"
In shock and doubt, Fang Heling heard the person in front of him say: "You are from the Fang family."
Fang Heling was stunned.
Would Zhang Linchuan be so unfamiliar with him?
Won't.
Because before Zhang Linchuan put on that bone mask, the two of them had been in contact many times. I had made unilateral gestures of goodwill countless times, and Zhang Linchuan at that time always got along with him not far or near.
No matter how much you look down on yourself, you won't forget yourself.
So, would Zhang Linchuan deliberately show unfamiliarity to humiliate himself?
Definitely not.
Because... I am not qualified to be humiliated by him.
"You are not Zhang Linchuan!" Fang Heling's blood-red eyes regained a trace of clarity: "Who are you?"
Then he heard the man in front of him who looked exactly like Zhang Linchuan say softly: "You can call me Wang Nianxiang."
The other party said Fang family.
Except for old friends from Maplewood City, no one cares about the shitty Fang family in Maplewood City. Even Maplewood City is just bullshit.
Therefore, Fang Heling was sure that the person opposite him should also be from Maplewood City.
But……
Wang Nianxiang?
He only knew one Wang Changxiang, who was an outstanding disciple of Maplewood City Taoist Academy and later entered the County Taoist Academy.
He tried hard to curry favor with Zhang Linchuan, but he was not familiar with Wang Changxiang because Wang Changxiang was always immersed in practicing and doing tasks, and there were not many opportunities to get in touch with him.
He probably only knew that Wang Changxiang had an older brother who was a loser who could not practice cultivation. He lives in seclusion in the Wang family and rarely shows up. Other than that, not much is known.
If I remember correctly, that person's name is Wang Changji...
Wang Nianxiang, who is it?
As if seeing through his doubts, the man in front of him continued: "I am Wang Changxiang's brother."
Wang Changxiang’s brother…
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Fang Heling did not go to Zhuang Country later, nor did he look for his old friend in Maplewood City, so he didn't know what happened to Wang Changxiang in the end.
Before today, he always felt that Wang Changxiang should still be in Qinghe County Daoyuan, living the life he once longed for. Go up step by step, become a strong man that everyone respects, and be a master... Of course, looking at it now, it's all just working for that son of a bitch.
But no matter what happened to Wang Changxiang, how did Wang Changji, the useless Wang Changji who couldn't practice, become so powerful? How did it become what it is now?
"What is your relationship with Zhang Linchuan?" Fang Heling asked.
"He took my body, and then I took his body." The man now named Wang Nianxiang said in a calm tone.
But this simple sentence brought out so many hidden undercurrents.
How could Zhang Linchuan take away the physical body of a useless person who was unable to practice? How could he in turn take away Zhang Linchuan's physical body!
Fang Heling can completely imagine how thrilling the scene between this man and Zhang Linchuan fighting for their bodies must be!
But the more terrifying information for him was that in the fight between Zhang Linchuan and Wang Changji, Zhang Linchuan seemed to be the one who took the initiative.
Wang Changji, who was already so powerful and terrifying to the point of despair, had his body taken away by Zhang Linchuan... How can Zhang Linchuan be strong?
What he remembered was Zhang Linchuan, the Bone Messenger who wreaked havoc in Maplewood City, a ruthless man who was good at thunder and lightning in the inner realm.
He knew that with Zhang Linchuan's talent, he would definitely make great progress after that carefully planned conspiracy.
But he thought that by working so hard, he could get closer!
Fang Heling's body was still hanging in the air, but he had almost ignored it. With some unspeakable emotions, he asked eagerly: "Then do you know what strength Zhang Linchuan is now?"
He heard his own voice, very dry.
Because he has actually seen the answer.
I felt it too.
In response to his difficulties and bitterness, Wang Changji only said quietly: "I see that you are also pursuing the Wusheng Cult... Wusheng Cult was founded by him. What do you think his strength is now?"
Fang Heling is now able to understand what kind of power a cult of the size of Wusheng Cult can gather and what kind of power is needed to support it.
He had always thought that the Wusheng Sect was probably the White Bones Tao with a new face.
Zhang Linchuan has probably climbed to a higher position in Wusheng Cult than before...
But I didn't expect that Zhang Linchuan was the Pope of the Wusheng Religion, a god, a Taoist, and a leader all in one.
The worst outcome has become a reality!
Since the Wu Sheng Sect was founded by Zhang Linchuan himself, Zhang Linchuan's strength is already immeasurable.
Especially the word "ye" in Wang Changji's words.
Qiang Wang Changji is also pursuing the Wusheng Cult. They once fought against each other for bodies, and Maplewood City was destroyed. There must be a blood feud. But Wang Changji did not directly call Zhang Linchuan.
What does this mean?
The implication of Wang Changji’s words is clearly that——
"The gap between you and the real Zhang Linchuan is wider than the gap between you and me."
The answer is unabashed, so naked.
But it's a little too cruel.
"I know." Fang Heling said.
For the first time, there was surprise in Wang Nianxiang's eyes.
He seemed surprised that Fang Heling, who seemed to him extremely fragile, could be so calm at this time.
As an ordinary person, he stays with a group of monsters every day, especially when he gradually turns into a monster. Fang Heling's will was actually on the verge of collapse. Continuously crazy, constantly tearing apart, constantly self-hypnotizing.
Such Fang Heling, even if he becomes powerful, is just a paper tiger. Not to mention that he is far from powerful enough.
Wang Changji saw through his fragile nature at a glance.
Therefore, I was a little surprised by the calmness he showed at this moment.
But that's just astonishing.
He didn't say anything, but slowly withdrew the palm that was hovering in front of Fang Heling's eyebrows.
And in Fang Heling's perception...
Everything is going backwards.
His body leaped back.
His body and soul were still boiling, and he was back to where he was before boiling.
His eyes were blood red, and the dagger stopped between his fingers.
The part of his soul, bones, flesh, and blood that he thought had been separated before actually stopped before they were separated, and did not reach the point of separation at all.
Everything seemed like a dream, as if nothing had happened.
He just turned around and saw Wang Changji who had taken away Zhang Linchuan's body!
I am so shocked that I don’t know what to say!
The pair of indifferent and deep eyes looked over: "There is not much power for you to consume. Are you sure you want to waste it like this?"
Was I already restrained before the residual sword technique was activated?
Fang Heling fell into bewildered self-doubt, but he also subconsciously followed the advice and dispersed the remaining sword skills.
"Just now……"
He wanted to ask what happened just now, but he only opened his mouth and was cut off.
"Now is not the time to talk." Wang Changji said.
At this moment.
Behind Fang Heling was a tall pine tree on a high cliff. Hanging from the pine tree was a member of Wusheng Cult, his death was miserable.
Wang Changji, who was dressed in ordinary clothes but had a good appearance and a special temperament, stopped opposite him, keeping a fairly wide distance.
Then he took a step forward.
With just one step forward, he had already reached Fang Heling's side.
He casually grabbed his arm.
One more step, and he was already dragged off the cliff.
It's not that Fang Heling didn't think about dodge, but he couldn't find any room to dodge.
Even with all his imagination and strength, he didn't know how to avoid it.
The hand that grabbed his arm seemed to have taken root on him, and the roots penetrated deeply into his flesh, making it impossible for him to get rid of it.
So he fell down the cliff with his back turned.
There was a biting wind in his ears, and from this angle, he could still see the Wusheng Cultist who was hung on the tree and whose heart was crushed.
At that moment, he almost thought that the other party was planning to throw him to death.
But the fall stopped.
Wang Changji pulled him and drove him directly into the cliff.
The expected scene of being smashed into pieces did not happen. The cliff naturally opened a hole, which was just enough for two people to hide.
Wang Changji let go of his hand.
The feeling of being tightly restrained disappeared.
Fang Heling, who was relieved, was about to ask, when Wang Nianxiang glanced at him.
He somehow understood the meaning of this look——
do not speak.
So he shut his mouth tightly.
Almost in the next moment, he heard the roar that broke through the sky!
The terrifying momentum was released everywhere, and the unknown strong man descended on the cliff!
Fang Heling's heart suddenly rose to his throat.
Because the movement of the strong man's arrival clearly stopped near the strong pine on the cliff.
In other words, the person coming is likely to be a strong person in the Wusheng Sect.
If Wang Changji hadn't suddenly appeared today, he would have fallen into the opponent's hands!
And now...
Can they simply jump off a high cliff and create a hole in the cliff wall to hide it from a strong man with such terrifying speed?
You don't even need to seal the entrance?
Fang Heling almost wanted to unleash his Taoist skills and build a wall of earth to make their hiding place more like that. But after all, I didn't dare to make any noise.
They just stood here and didn't see Wang Changji perform any secret skills... Are they really not going to be discovered?
What makes Fang Heling feel lucky but also doubtful about life is——
The answer to the question soon emerged.
The roar belonging to the strong man of Wusheng Cult exploded again, and it was far away in an instant.
From the beginning to the end, the unknown strong man from Wusheng Cult did not pay the slightest attention to the cliff.
With just such a small distance, he actually managed to hide it!
How did you do it?
Fang Heling didn't believe that the unknown strong man from Wusheng Cult would neglect this.
He looked at Wang Changji, that means, can I speak?
This man, who had wasted the Pulse Opening Pill and was regarded as a waste in Maplewood City for a long time, still looked indifferent at this moment.
It seemed like nothing could catch his attention, and nothing could make him care.
Fang Heling then asked: "Who was it just now?"
"The former second elder of the White Bone Dao, and now the Protector of the Wusheng Cult. Lu Yan." Wang Changji replied casually, and then said: "What's more troublesome is that he has now achieved the Divine Presence. A man born with dark eyes. It will be very difficult to deal with a strong person like God."
He said trouble, but Fang Heling didn't see any troublesome expression on his face.
"If he has come. Then you..."
Fang Heling should not have asked such a question.
It's not like he hasn't come into contact with divine monks before. He was no stranger to the pressure swept over by spiritual consciousness. The performance of the golden body and chalcedony during the battle was also very distinct... none of these Wang Changji had.
But what Wang Changji brought to him was a sense of oppression that he had never felt from a monk below the level of God's Presence. Far better than the terrifying demons like Zheng Fei and Li Shou Yanzi!
"I haven't come yet." Wang Changji said quietly: "But Lu Yan relies too much on the dark eye, which is precisely his cognitive impairment."
Before God comes, you dare to hide under the eyes of the powerful God, just dig a hole in the cliff, and then stand there in a grand manner?
Even if Lu Yan flew down and scanned with his naked eyes, he would never miss the two of them!
What kind of strong person can calmly evaluate the innate dark eye of a Shenlin monk and use it with such arrogance?
Isn't the calm-looking man in front of me really a hidden real person?
Fang Heling felt that his understanding of the world was being subverted.
He admitted that he was a waste, but could the gap between people really be so big?
"Although you said you didn't achieve the Divine Presence, I think you can kill him." Fang Heling said hesitantly.
Wang Changji shook his head: "The essence is insurmountable. Unless I can condense the spiritual consciousness in advance... But that itself is already a step of divine arrival."
These words denied the possibility of him overstepping his rank to kill Lu Yan.
But he also expressed his confidence in facing Lu Yan in a tone that stated the established facts. As long as you condense your spiritual consciousness, you can do it...
Lu Yan was not an ordinary powerful Shenlin, but a Shenlin who was born with dark eyes.
Characters who are born with such magical powers are often more powerful than monks in the same realm.
Is Wang Changxiang's brother actually more talented than Wang Changxiang?
No, compared to Wang Changji's performance today, how could Wang Changxiang back then be worthy of the title of "genius"?
What Fang Heling had to admit was that among the people he knew, perhaps Jiang Wang and Zhang Linchuan were the only ones who could even remotely compare to this talent.
Unfortunately, he himself is not qualified to participate in the comparison.
He subconsciously moved his throat and said dryly: "Why did you save me?"
Of course he understood at this time that he might have stepped into the trap of Wusheng Cult today. And Wang Changji suddenly appeared and saved Lu Yan right under his nose.
but why?
What does Wang Changji want?
After his father died, he never believed that anyone else in the world would give him unconditional kindness.
Everything has a price.
Can Wang Changji bear the price he wants?
Fang Heling considered it silently.
But Wang Changji had already turned around and walked out, walking in the air as if on flat ground.
Just leave the voice behind: "It's just convenient."
Looking at his back without hesitation, Fang Heling suddenly blurted out: "Help me!"
But the figure from behind didn't stop, and he walked down the cliff.
Fang Heling jumped off the cliff immediately and shouted behind him: "No, it's not to help me. It's to give me a chance so that I can help you more!"
"You came here specifically to save me, you must be hoping that I can bring more trouble to the Wu Sheng Cult, right?"
"I do! As long as you can help me become stronger, I am willing to pay any price. The Wusheng Cult is an organization that I must eradicate, and Zhang Linchuan is my enemy that I hate with all my heart!"
Wang Changji's figure stopped.
He turned back and looked at Fang Heling with his gentle but distant eyes: "That bait was originally used to catch me. So I really just did it casually when I rescued you."
Fang Heling did not give up: "Since you have been saved easily, why don't you expect me to play more roles?"
Wang Changji's expression has always been extremely calm, whether in the first confrontation or later when he was avoiding Lu Yan. This made it seem like there was always a layer between him and the world.
This was also the case when he was looking at Fang Heling.
There was no expectation or pity, just: "Why do you think you can help me?"
"I'm a waste, I admit it." Fang Heling said: "Compared with geniuses like you, I am a complete waste."
He looked at Wang Changji steadily: "But my desire to kill Zhang Linchuan is stronger than yours."
Wang Changji's calmness seemed indifferent or even cold at the moment, but he obviously didn't care about Fang Heling's mood, and just said in his inherent tone: "People like Zhang Linchuan can be killed even if you want to kill them. Maybe. There are real miracles in this world, but I have never seen them.”
"What if I bite off a piece of his flesh? What if I rub off a piece of his skin? Even if I just delay his breathing time. What if I waste a look on his face?"
Fang Heling's eyes had lost their blood redness at this time, but there was still an almost cruel ferocity: "I am willing to give everything I can, as long as I can play a small role in the process of killing him!"
Wang Changji did feel his determination.
She looked at him seriously and said, "The person who gave you that swordsmanship must be very strong. Why not let him help you?"
"He won't help me."
Fang Heling shook his head bitterly: "Except for Yanzi, he doesn't care about anyone's life or death.
Everyone in the organization is like his toys and can be replaced at any time.
If I want something, I have to give something, but I have already given everything I can give.
I can do any dangerous task in exchange for the rewards he bestows. But he often loses his memory, and sometimes he doesn't know what to do, so he doesn't always have a task.
My speed of getting stronger has slowed down, I can’t slow down anymore..."
Sometimes Fang Heling doesn't know whether he is lucky or a greater misfortune if he is picked up by a swallow and never returns.
Of course, he has gained much more powerful abilities than those in Maplewood City.
But look at his body——
The mediocre Taoism that was abandoned and rebuilt, the vicious magical power that was forcibly transplanted, the ferocious swordsmanship that harmed oneself and others...
Even his body had to be "adjusted" again and again by Yan Chunhui as a price.
He no longer looks like a human being, nor does he look like a ghost.
He has seen swallows shed tears in front of the mirror.
Although he couldn't cry, he felt the same feeling of disgust with his body.
Wang Changji turned around and continued walking down.
Fang Heling wanted to fight for it again, but he really didn't know what else he could fight for.
He was a little lost and really didn't know how to cross the chasm.
It seems that no matter how hard I dance, I am stuck in the mud.
No matter how hard I struggled, there was no light.
"Follow me for now." Wang Changji's voice came from the front: "After I understand your current situation, I will see if I can do anything for you... Is your time convenient?"
"Convenient! Convenient!" Fang Heling quickly followed.
