The night wind brought a biting chill, blowing away the fallen leaves all over the ground.
Fang Yingxing leaned outside the house, his expression becoming increasingly gloomy.
There was no mistaking it, those were the voices of the clan leader and elders, but he heard the inner conversation.
"The child escaped, how is it possible? I clearly put a poison on him, and he could even be directly controlled by me at the critical moment, but he escaped without letting me notice at all." Fang Yingxing leaned against the pillar coldly, this voice He knew it, it was the clan leader's voice.
"Could it be that he left after knowing about that incident? His parents are very strong. As the family's top combat power, there was no need to harm him. The only reason to blame is that their strength and prestige threatened the patriarch. If you use the power of the dark tribe to destroy them, your status will be guaranteed." An elder's voice came with a flattering tone.
"They're just civilians. Who told them to be too dazzling?"
Hearing this, Fang Yingxing's body trembled and he felt something coming from the depths of his soul.
A dark night, with coldness and restless and fanatical hatred, pressed on Fang Yingxing's heart from all directions.
A faint voice came.
"You need strength, go ahead..."
Fang Yingxing dodged, swung his fist seal, and punched the elder in the chest. Violent energy surged through his body, and finally he was blasted to pieces, and both his body and soul were destroyed.
The next moment, a violent explosion occurred in this place, and the aura of Dao First Realm filled the entire area.
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On a cold winter night, darkness enveloped this area like a huge claw. The moonlight was blocked by thick clouds, and only the occasional lightning illuminated everything around it.
It is hard to imagine that more than a dozen strong men above the Dao First Realm are surrounding and killing a child of about ten years old, and each one of them is nervously concentrating their full strength.
Fang Yingxing's figure overlapped perfectly with the darkness, as if he belonged there originally. His eyes were still closed, but there was an almost crazy smile on his face.
His body was shaking, not with fear, but with pure hatred and anger, like a beast hiding in the dark night.
The patriarch's whole body was shining with brilliance, standing majestically at the highest point, his white clothes fluttering, like the God of War from the Nine Heavens coming to the world.
At this moment, a voice sounded from his mouth: "Fang Yingxing, I thought that you are a descendant of heroes, raised you and grew up to this point, and now you have colluded with the dark tribe, you must die!"
While he was speaking, lotus flowers bloomed beside him, and mythical beasts roared, and his words followed the law!
The vision was thrown towards Fang Yingxing, trying to kill him directly.
However, all he received in response was a punch and an indifferent smile. Under Fang Yingxing's punch, his vision was melting and disintegrating, and finally collapsed completely.
Fang Yingxing covered his forehead with a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and then laughed hoarsely. In the deep and extremely dark night, this laughter was indeed so out of place...
The fist seal was punched out, and the terrifying aura shocked the world. It easily exploded an elder's first-level Taoist protective armor, and then penetrated it, leaving him to struggle wildly, but it had no effect and was beaten into ashes.
The black hair danced like a demon. Now, there was no so-called hatred in Fang Yingxing's heart, only the crimson murderous intention.
"Kill them all...leave no one behind...kill them all!"
In the horrified eyes of the clan leader, another elder was torn in half. His consciousness wanted to escape, but Fang Yingxing grabbed his hand and crushed it.
"With your blood, I will sacrifice my parents with your blood!"
Fang Yingxing's body was surrounded by ancestral dark matter, and the terrifying aura oppressed the clan leader so much that he couldn't breathe.
"The world in the palm of your hand..." Fang Yingxing made a seal with both hands, then waved his right hand, taking the clan leader into the world in his palm, and slowly obliterating him.
This is not his power, not his skills and methods, but he can use it. It doesn't matter whether it is the stranger's conspiracy or not. He wants them to die, completely.
Not on the same level!
Fang Yingxing crushed the formation seals with one hand and the Heavenly War Technique with the other. He was killing and harvesting. His hands, face, and body were stained with blood.
The patriarch's son retreated in horror. He was so frightened that he went crazy. His hair was disheveled and he was trembling.
"Devil! Demon! Demon of the Dark Tribe!"
The next moment, under Fang Yingxing's cold eyes, the young man's body exploded to pieces, destroying both body and soul.
"It's this kind of thing that parents protect... Damn it, damn it!"
"kill!"
Fang Yingxing punched through the void and began to slaughter the fleeing elders.
This area was still silent, because most people exploded before they could even roar, and others did not dare to make a sound at all.
Fang Yingxing's whole body was covered in blood, which belonged to others. He stepped on bones, covered in blood, and knelt in front of the house where his parents lived.
Then he stood up silently and prepared to leave. There was nothing left for him to miss in this place. The so-called hatred could not make up for the emptiness in his heart.
The remaining people stared at him in horror. This ten-year-old child actually killed more than a dozen powerful men above the Dao First Realm.
Fang Yingxing turned his head and smiled coldly: "If I don't kill you, it's not because I can't kill you, and it's not because I have so-called compassion. This power is not mine. It will disappear completely after a while and I will use it to kill you. It’s boring.”
After speaking, he turned and left, leaving only one sentence.
"Everyone here who wants to kill me is free to pursue you. No matter now or in the future, I will suppress everyone who is my enemy."
His figure gradually disappeared and merged with the night.
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Fang Yingxing woke up suddenly, covered in cold sweat and feeling uneasy.
"Whose memory is this? It's not mine, no!"
The same voice came from his mind: "Original body, are you still confused? You are so slow, hahaha, this is your and my memory."
Fang Yingxing was horrified in his heart. This was definitely not something he had ever experienced, but it had become his memory.
In other words, this is "memory that has not been experienced."
This is a memory created by the dark tribe, but it is no different from the real memory. Now, these memories have greatly affected this dark body.
In Anshen's memory, he did not meet Erfeng, but Anzun, and completed his revenge.
This method is too terrifying, and it actually creates a part of the memory out of thin air. This is not a dream, but a real memory.
What he experienced in secret became his own memory? So are they really one?
So who am I?
The voice of the dark body came: "Haha, the nourishment of the Yin and Yang Realm only allowed me to recover. Did it just create a spirit? But thank you for the "Dark Sutra" of the original body, hahaha, I will go to sleep first. "
Fang Yingxing looked at the ground blankly at this moment. His own blood was still on it, but it had solidified at this moment.
Until he saw Twelve's little face full of tears, his heart was shaken and his eyes began to shine.
The bell on his waist also shimmered.
Fang Yingxing's Taoist heart, which was about to be scattered, solidified again. He gently touched the bell and said, "Erfeng, are you reminding me?"
He was relieved, adjusted his breath, and regained the brightness in his eyes.
who is he? Yes, that night full of stars, that night with bright lights, he already knew the answer, didn't he?
He checked the condition of the dark body. At this moment, it had just turned into a small dot, sleeping in his sea of consciousness. It seemed that the dark body was temporarily asleep.
What made him feel more at ease was that the Dark Body's strength was only at the first level of Soul Creation. Even if he mastered his techniques and some of the Dark Lord's methods, it would be no problem and could be suppressed.
And as the dark body said, the two are one. If the dark body fiercely competes for control of the body, it may directly cause the two to perish together. This is a consequence that the dark body absolutely does not want.
But it also made him feel a sense of urgency. He needed to improve his strength, rise and become stronger.
