Compared with the Yin-Yang Realm and the Spiritual Creation Realm, it is like an adult and a child. The gap is too big. Fang Yingxing tried all his methods but could not break free.
He was restrained in the center of the formation, and black runes spread crazily on his body, suppressing his spiritual power and breaking through his spiritual defense.
The corpse spirit let out a cold smile, shrunk its body, and rushed towards Fang Yingxing's forehead, trying to occupy this physical body.
Even though Fang Yingxing protected his consciousness with the power of stars, the zombie spirit still broke through. It was like a powerful force, constantly attacking Fang Yingxing's consciousness.
This is the most dangerous time for Fang Yingxing after he comes out of the light gate. If he is not careful, his body will be taken away and his consciousness will disappear.
However, just when Fang Yingxing was about to burn his consciousness and fight for his life, the corpse spirit's face suddenly twisted and he tried to escape.
The corpse spirit has reached the Yin-Yang realm and is fully capable of flying. At this moment, the terrifying power of the Yin-Yang realm explodes, and while escaping, it desperately hits an area behind Fang Yingxing.
Then, in Fang Yingxing's shocked eyes, the mark of the Dark Master was printed directly on the corpse spirit's forehead, and then the corpse spirit's body began to twist and change.
Even though the zombie spirit was roaring and struggling crazily, it could not stop the changes in its body at all. The Yin-Yang realm cultivation seemed to be just a decoration, and it was impossible to cast any spells at all.
Gradually, the voice of the corpse spirit gradually weakened, and instead came a laugh, which became more and more familiar the more it was heard.
Fang Yingxing changed color because the laughter was his own voice.
The corpse spirit's body also gradually became smaller, and finally the body's horns gradually became clearer, its black hair was spread out, and its terrifying aura was floating away.
When the figure turned around, Fang Yingxing's eyes were full of shock. The figure looked exactly like him, with an evil smile, and a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood loomed behind him.
Fang Yingxing noticed that the figure's eyes were tightly closed.
The figure made the Star Fist seal with his hand, but what he hit was not Fang Yingxing's Star Fist at all. There was no glow like Fang Yingxing's, only the terrifying light of the exploding stars, hitting Fang Yingxing.
Although Fang Yingxing was shocked, he still swung the Star Fist with all his strength.
The two fists collided, and Fang Yingxing's mind was shocked.
His heart was beating wildly and he couldn't help but ask: "Who are you?"
The figure fell gently in the distance, showing an evil smile: "I am you, you are me, you have forgotten a lot of things, Fang Yingxing, those hatreds, those hatreds."
As he spoke, Fang Yingxing suddenly saw some scenes.
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It was a little boy with his eyes closed, being kicked around. It was Fang Yingxing when he was a child.
A man with an unshaven beard sneered: "Boy, you are quite resistant to being beaten. Why are you carrying it all the time? We only want your treasure. Where did you hide it?"
A woman next to him smiled charmingly, looking at Fang Yingxing's tattered clothes, with a flash of disdain in her eyes: "This is the only beggar in the family, haha, it really embarrasses the family, the patriarch should drive this kid out. "
The man immediately leaned next to the woman in a flattering manner and explained: "You don't know something. This boy's parents are missing in the universe. It is said that they most likely died in the war. Hehe, you should also know how much Tiangong will give this boy. Resources, but as long as he is in our clan..."
The woman understood, stared at Fang Yingxing, covered her nose in disgust, and left with the others.
Fang Yingxing stood up silently. He didn't cry because he was used to it. He wiped the dust and stood up. His eyes could not see the malicious face, but he could feel it.
He walked through the street to get his food. From time to time, people pointed at him, and even threw some vegetables and leaves at him.
Fang Yingxing knew in his heart that the clan leader, Elder E, claimed that Fang Yingxing secretly hid his mother's life-saving treasure when his mother went on an expedition, which led to the disappearance of her parents in the universe.
This is of course nonsense, but how many people are willing to believe a taciturn little boy instead of an impassioned patriarch?
Hidden things, no matter how bright they are, will be covered by darkness.
The exposed things, no matter how rotten they are, will be covered up by the light.
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Fang Yingxing picked up a few vegetable leaves and walked slowly to the welfare home. He was the first to receive food, but the staff here gave him a few steamed buns with disdain, saying that there was no other food. The children of the patriarch and elders They have already received it, Fang Yingxing came too slowly.
In fact, people with their eyes open always try to close some facts, while people with their eyes closed are trying to feel some realities, even if they are perceptible but out of reach...
Dusk arrived, and some of the setting sun shone on Fang Yingxing, with scattered light spots falling on him.
He continued walking, not knowing where he was going. He definitely couldn't go home now, because at this time, people usually came to Fang Yingxing and asked to "see" the treasure.
The night gradually fell, and Fang Yingxing could not see. The cold night wind that told him the news made his face flush, but he did not shiver at all.
Because to him, it doesn't matter, it's all darkness and no light can be seen.
In that darkness, there was a faint purple light flickering, and a man appeared. His eyes were filled with extreme darkness. He was wearing dark purple battle armor with loose black hair. He was standing in front of Fang Yingxing.
It was the Anzun, the supreme and powerful man.
Fang Yingxing felt the unfamiliar atmosphere and lowered his head subconsciously.
The Anzun's eyes were deep, and he pressed Fang Yingxing's head, and then there was a mark on his forehead, which was the Dark Clan mark.
A feeling of dizziness hit him, and Fang Yingxing fell to the ground weakly.
Before falling into coma, Fang Yingxing heard the faint last words, "You will use this power..."
I don't know how long it took, but Fang Yingxing woke up. What woke him up was the mournful crow and the whimpering wind.
He only knew it was night, but he didn't know how many days had passed.
What he could feel was that this was not the place where he was unconscious. It seemed that he had been taken to another place by the stranger.
He didn't want to go back, but there were still things left for him by his parents in the village, and that was the only thing he could prove his worth.
But when he returned home, he noticed something was wrong. His perception became extremely sharp, and he could easily detect even a small stone hundreds of meters away.
Even so, it took him a few days to feel the familiar path. He had only followed a guide in his mind before, and I was afraid it could only be left by the Dark Lord.
Despite my misgivings, this was really the only way to get back to the village.
When he walked near the village, he felt several waves of aura wandering outside.
Fang Yingxing felt something was wrong, carefully avoided those people, and secretly approached his humble house.
He hid his own aura, which seemed to be Dark Lord's technique. It was so mysterious that not even the monks at the Daoyi realm noticed it.
When he was about to climb through the window and enter the house, he suddenly felt the sound inside. This was not an ordinary conversation, but a message from the soul.
In other words, he overheard the spiritual transmission, which only a monk above the realm of Dao can do.
When the content of the voice gradually became clear, his face gradually merged with the deep darkness around him, getting darker and darker...
