Xiao Dingyuan

The grey-robed Yanshi's expression suddenly became complicated: "But you... Fang Cun, have indeed far exceeded my expectations."

He spoke slowly and calmly, "I'll give you a chance. It was just a backup, so why not abandon it? If you're willing to follow me, you can still be the leader of the Yanshi. I can teach you the secret of immortality."

Fang Cun was silent for a long time, and the young man's eyes gradually turned cold.

Fang Cun originally wanted to resolve the matter peacefully, but since the other party had such an attitude, he was definitely not a good person.

Fang Cun suddenly chuckled, but this chuckle was filled with sharp sarcasm.

Fang Cun's lips curled slightly, his voice cold, "The method of immortality? Continuously using the power of tracing back to the past to transfer soul consciousness, collecting the bones and energy of masters, and forging durable bodies one after another. This, is what you call 'immortality'?"

Fang Cun shook his head and scoffed, his eyes sharp: "I'm laughing at you. You don't even understand what 'tracing back to the past' is."

Fang Cun's expression was indifferent, but a hint of sarcasm played at the corner of his lips. "From the beginning to the end, my life was a life contract, a life contract that allowed me to borrow the power of the dragon veins, which defied the laws of life and death. This contract was signed by Fang Weian to Xiao Dingyuan. Fang Weian used his own life essence and borrowed the power of the dragon veins in exchange for the other party's chance of survival."

What’s funny is that the paper contract was written clearly, but it contained endless variables.

As time went by, the name of the forbidden technique was distorted and misrepresented in the world. After Fang Weian, it was revered by countless descendants as a technique for resurrection.

It is like a seed, growing wildly throughout the long history, spreading into obsession and belief.

Countless people who have suffered the pain of losing their loved ones are willing to sacrifice their lives in an attempt to fish out a little warmth from the abyss of death.

But they didn't know that the paper contract was only written for one person from beginning to end.

The other side of the magic was only connected to Xiao Dingyuan's soul.

Flowers may bloom again, but people never become young again. What is lost is destined to be irretrievable.

Fang Cun's eyes were steady as he whispered, "The world only knows that the memories of those who were resurrected by magic are becoming increasingly blurred."

"But they don't understand. That's not forgetting, but the torn soul is reshaping itself."

"Not every 'new self' can outweigh the original personality."

"So when successful cases of tracing back to the past appeared, more and more people began to take it as a guiding principle."

The wind whistled, and Fang Cun's voice was deep but clear: "Time and again, retracing my past lives, my soul was divided again and again. Xiao Dingyuan was devoured by this obsession and destroyed by this forbidden technique."

"Those fragmented consciousnesses slowly took shape one by one in the cycle of reincarnation."

"For example, Your Excellency."

Fang Cun paused, then sneered, his coldness piercing the silence like a sharp blade. "You're mocking me? But who are you? You're nothing more than a fragmented soul, a barely cobbled-together afterimage."

He pressed on, his voice cold and each word sharp as a needle: "I don't know how many fragments of Xiao Dingyuan you have. But I can be sure that what you remember is by no means complete. Because Xiao Dingyuan would never do what you are about to do now."

The wind was howling and murderous aura was surging.

Fang Cun's gaze was scorching, leaving no room for escape. "What's the fundamental difference between you and those who have developed independent consciousness?"

The gray-robed Master Yanshi's face suddenly turned cold, and his voice was as sharp as steel: "I don't need you to tell me who I am."

Fang Cun no longer wanted to argue with him. The young man said calmly, "Leave it to me, Junior Master. As for the rest, I don't care what you do."

The gray-robed Yanshi sneered, his voice full of sarcasm: "What if I don't? Call the ambush troops in this valley and kill me?"

The gray-robed Yanshi smiled even more broadly, his eyes cold and icy: "You want to kill me? If I die, the junior uncle you mentioned will also die with me."

He said word by word: "Because, I am him."

After saying this, the gray-robed Master Yanshi flicked his sleeve, and a jade ring was thrown out, streaking with light in the air. As Yao Qi had predicted, the jade ring resonated with the earth's energy in the valley, causing the rocks to hum softly.

Fang Cun simply chuckled to himself, "Senior, you still don't understand what I'm saying. If you're unwilling to return it, then I will kill you before you can merge that part of your soul."

The young man's eyes dimmed and his voice was as cold as iron: "You are not him. Your existence is meaningless to me."

On the clifftop, Fang Cun put his hands behind his back. Behind him, Ren Xuan walked out slowly, his sleeves fluttering. He spoke in a low voice, "As I said, no one can completely deny me, not even a shred of soul."

The gray-robed Yanshi raised his eyes and saw that the two people behind Ren Xuan were both at the Yuanhua Wu realm.

--trouble.

Lu Xiyun raised an eyebrow: "Is this person the one who started it?"

Fang Che's tone was already impatient: "General Ren, hurry up, the military situation outside Longyao Pass is urgent, I'm in a hurry."

The mountain wind was howling, the energy was intertwined, and murderous intent was silently spreading at the entrance of the valley.

The gray-robed Yanshi frowned deeply. Who could actually gather all the masters here in advance?

It's no coincidence.

Fang Cun seemed to see through him: "Senior, this body of yours was created by me. It is easy for me to peek into your vision."

The gray-robed Yanshi's expression froze. He raised his hand and shook it, and the aura in the valley surged.

Before his spell could fully take shape, the long sword in Fang Che's hand was unsheathed, and a fierce murderous aura spread across the air in an instant.

The sword force cut straight into the gray-robed Yanshi's throat.

The sleeves of the gray-robed Yanshi fluttered, and the void suddenly became turbulent. Thousands of puppetry threads were pulled out from his fingertips and intertwined into a black iron net.

As the knife flashed, it was instantly entangled by thousands of threads, and sparks flew everywhere.

At this moment, another sword sound came with the wind.

Lu Xiyun flashed and appeared behind the other person.

The young man shook the sword in his hand, and the puppet's left arm shattered, and the black iron flew everywhere.

The iron net collapsed, and Fang Che also escaped from the shackles.

Ren Xuan's eyes narrowed slightly. A sorcerer facing two warriors at such close range—there was no chance of victory.

The gray-robed Yanshi obviously also realized this.

He did not struggle anymore, but paused, allowing Fang Che's sword to pierce through and cut open the chest of his black iron body.

The gray-robed Yanshi smiled calmly, his expression indifferent: "It's just a piece of iron body. If you want it, I'll give it to you."

He spoke calmly, looking at Ren Xuan faintly: "Are you Ren Xuan?"

The gray-robed Yanshi spoke slowly, his eyes unfathomable: "I heard that you have a weapon that can deal with the Barbarian King?"

Before he finished speaking, a faint array pattern appeared around the gray-robed Yanshi.

The lines were strange, like ancient seal characters, layer upon layer pressing down on Ren Xuan's sea of ​​consciousness.

The next moment, the sword light suddenly appeared.

Lu Xiyun's figure was as fast as lightning, and the edge of his sword was sharp and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.

The sword energy broke through the wind, and with a "clang" sound, Yanshi's head flew out. No blood was splashed, only an iron body with its qi cut off remained.

At the valley entrance, the wind picked up again, but it carried with it an irrepressible chill.

Fang Cun stared at the scattered puppets on the ground, his eyes dim and unclear. The young man leaned over and expertly reattached the broken pieces.

Unfortunately, the core was lost. This time, even he couldn't repair it.

Fang Cun whispered, "He's a magician, so he's not difficult to kill. But he can divide his energy, so he can't be killed completely."

Ren Xuan's eyes were filled with deep meaning: "When it comes to the art of dividing Qi, attacking the heart is the best."

Fang Cun said coldly: "This person is only interested in seeking revenge."

Ren Xuan narrowed his gaze slightly, his tone a sigh, "The past recorded in the history books was so unbearable. If we act accordingly, it is reasonable."

Fang Cun's eyes darkened. "But you and I both know this is meaningless. He might not retain much. The true memories of 'Xiao Dingyuan' are nothing but a false obsession pieced together from historical records and rumors."

Ren Xuan nodded slightly.

As he was speaking, a low roar suddenly came from the front.

In the distance, outside Longyao Pass, the ground under the city was shaking violently.

The next moment, a huge beast broke out of the ground, its scales were cold, its fangs were like spears, and its roar shook the sky.

Drums and horns sounded, mountains and rivers shook, and the sound of killing was like a tide.

Fang Che's eyes trembled, and his Qi surged like fire. The young man gritted his teeth and said angrily, "Here we go again! I have to go."

The sword in Lu Xiyun's hand flashed, and his voice was as cold and sharp as frost and snow: "Come on, I will help you."

Fang Cun frowned slightly, looking towards the front line of the battlefield. Finally, he looked only at Ren Xuan: "I thought of someone who might be able to deal with this man's technique. Should I ask him?"

Ren Xuan lowered his eyebrows, glanced at Lu Xiyun, and said in a deep voice: "Prince, see you in Longxi City."

Lu Xiyun responded and followed Fang Che towards Longyao City.

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In front of Longyao Pass, blood mist filled the air, and the sky and earth were dyed bloody red.

The ferocious beasts rushed around, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and the soldiers were devoured and torn apart like ants, their cries shaking the sky.

On the top of the beacon city, a mighty sword light shot up into the sky and came over.

The huge beast's arm broke with a sound, blood flowed like a pillar, and its wailing filled the wild.

Before the dust had settled, a voice suddenly rose from the city walls:

"Little Prince!!!"

“It’s the prince—!!”

“The prince is coming——!!”

The voices of the people surged like the tide, the drums of war beat suddenly, and the cries of killing shook the sky.

In a trance, the figure of the young man on the city seemed to overlap with the old figure of the God of War a hundred years ago.

The Hu horses are noisy, and the sword holds the heavenly punishment.

The battlefield is always the fastest and most direct alchemy stone.

Burn away all false fame and forge true gold with iron and fire.

Fang Che landed back on the top of the city wall and looked down at the broken limbs and bones of the ferocious beast.

In the distance, the alien army, like a dark cloud pressing down on a city, only sent out less than a thousand elite warriors to cooperate with the ferocious beasts and did not take any further action.

Like waiting and testing.

Fang Che frowned, raised his hand and waved, his voice cold and gloomy: "Send a message to the commander, 80,000 barbarian soldiers are surrounding Longyao Pass, requesting reinforcements."

Before he finished speaking, a strange crawling sound suddenly came from the bottom of the city.

I saw the remaining limbs of the ferocious beast squirming, and new bones and flesh slowly grew.

Fang Che's pupils suddenly shrank, and he reacted almost instantly: "Oh no! It's a soul technique!"

He shouted angrily, "This beast is strong enough to devour souls! It uses the souls of the dead as a guide, devouring the dead and reshaping itself!"

On the battlefield, there are countless corpses - this is the stage for this monster.

Fang Che turned abruptly towards Lu Xiyun and spoke rapidly, "The more corpses there are, the harder it will be to kill! This must be done quickly!"

Lu Xiyun nodded when he heard that, and with a shake of his sword, a clear sword light shot up into the sky, tearing through the blood mist swirling below the city wall.

Fang Che said nothing and jumped off the city wall right after him.

The two men were one in front and one behind, and as the sword shadows crossed, blood mist flew, and in an instant they suppressed the giant beast that was being reborn.

The battle was in full swing when the monster suddenly raised its head to the sky and roared loudly. The sound shook the mountains and fields, like a horn from the underworld.

The next moment, the atmosphere on the battlefield shook violently, as if the earth's veins were churning.

Fang Che's expression changed, and he shouted in a deep voice: "It is controlling the soul energy and changing the earth energy!"

A fierce light flashed in his eyes: "All soldiers, retreat to the city! It is changing the martial law!"

Even before he finished speaking, everyone on the battlefield felt their vital energy turmoil. It was as if the heavens and the earth had suddenly locked down, and every breath felt like it was being strangled.

Warriors have the sharpest intuition. Even soldiers without any rank would subconsciously step back with horror in their eyes.

At this moment, both the barbarian soldiers and the government troops retreated one after another.

The monster roared angrily and suddenly leaped forward, aiming directly at the two people who had not yet retreated.

Lu Xiyun swung his sword, gathered his strength, and raised the water curtain. He called out urgently, "Young Prince! Come here!"

The water curtain rose up, like the sea surging towards him.

However, in this instant, Fang Che did not retreat, but took a step forward. The young man swung his sword, and with a loud bang, half of the beast's body, from the shoulder down, was cut off!

The blood mist was flying around like falling rain, and the battlefield fell silent.

Lu Xiyun was surprised when he saw this: "Fang Che?!"

Fang Che was still breathing, his spirit still lingering.

Fang Che was also frightened as he learned the moves in the middle of a battle with his life hanging by a thread.

He turned his head and glanced at the water curtain behind him, his expression changed slightly.

Prince Fang belatedly realized what was going on and was furious: "What the hell is this? It's not a—craftsman's tool, heavenly grade?! You—why didn't you tell me earlier?!"

Lu Xiyun said succinctly: "I called you."

Fang Che gritted his teeth: "How can you just shout? It's so dangerous! You should just take this thing and throw yourself at me!!"