A light drizzle pattered against the desolate mountain village.
The falling rainwater carried a faint red hue, as if mixed with fresh blood.
Fang Zong stood on the highest steps of the shrine, bathed in the rain. His scars were like medals, making him look like a war god in the wind and rain.
I dislike rain that carries the scent of blood; the true yang energy surges and burns, and the surroundings are shrouded in white mist.
The other party said, "You are the meat that heaven has given me. Choose, shall I eat your head first, or your hand first?"
Fang Zong suggested, "You can't handle me, and I'm very busy, so why don't we just go our separate ways and keep to ourselves?"
The other party laughed and said, "I know you want to hunt down Yasuo, but he is also my pre-selected prey."
The word "also" is truly profound.
Fang Zong: "There's nothing left to discuss?"
Before the other party could speak, Fang Zong looked at the broken mirror, calculated the time, and figured that Yasuo had already escaped and must have found a place to hide.
Since we can't catch up, what's the point of talking?
He bent his knees, and a second later, his body leaped up and disappeared ten meters above the ground.
The blood-red deserted village in the distance trembled, as if something had left the village, appearing in mid-air with a ferocious appetite and malevolence.
Just as the other party appeared, Fang Zong also appeared at the same time, landing on top of the other party's head.
"Such domineering pressure, similar to the Fallen Strike of the War King."
The other person looked up and smiled, then with a flash, disappeared from the hundred-meter range and stood where Fang Zong had just been.
Fang Zong stopped and looked the other person up and down.
He was a very strong and muscular man, but he was ugly, like an ox, with two ox horns on his head that looked like they were made of stone.
The other person laughed and said, "It's strange, isn't it? I eat beef, but I look like a cow. Actually, I understand..."
Fang Zong: "I'm not interested in your story, I just want to ask you one thing."
"What's up?"
"May I have your name?"
"My name is Niu Zhi Shou (牛之首)."
No sooner had Niu Zhishou finished speaking than Fang Zong suddenly shouted, "Niu Zhishou!"
The bull's head winked mischievously, its large bull mouth chuckling.
He just wouldn't answer!
"Don't mistake me for some ignorant ghost."
The head of the bulls sneered, "I have been suppressed for countless years, but I have also observed the world for countless years. In fact, let alone that Yasuo, even the Onmyoji's manipulation of shikigami, the samurai's sword, and the ninja's minor Five Elements Escape Technique were all stolen from your Eastern Country."
"Then what?"
"Then there are actually quite a few similar incidents to Yasuo poisoning his sect. And then, Onmyoji also read 'Journey to the West'."
Fang Zong: "What does this have to do with 'Journey to the West'?"
"It's a very important relationship!"
The Ox-Head laughed heartily: "What Fire-Repelling Ring, Heaven-Swallowing Sword, or even the Samadhi True Fire Chariot? Onmyoji all want to copy these magical artifacts. You think the Eastern Kingdom is a major pirate nation? Wrong! Japan is outwardly lenient but inwardly strict. Because so many of your products are pirated, that's why they don't allow mutual piracy domestically..."
Uh, I digress. What I meant was that the Onmyoji wanted to replicate magical artifacts, but they couldn't make anything, so they ended up with something like Laozi's gourd. At its peak, there were over eight hundred magical artifacts here that could call out people's names. Whenever the Onmyoji fought, they would yell, "Hey, do you dare answer when I call your name?" So don't call my name, because even if you do, I won't respond.
Fang Zong decisively put away the Yin Cunmu.
Niu Zhishou kept rambling on and on, but Fang Zongcai couldn't be bothered to pay him any attention.
Since there's no rush, let's put away the severed magic cauldron first. Luckily, I got a blue iron crystal and seven green iron crystals.
Crush the swordsman fragment (light blue) and obtain 6 green iron crystals.
Ninth Sister laughed and said, "A good haul!"
Fang Zong nodded, because apart from not being able to completely eliminate Yasuo, the gains this time were truly excellent.
Green iron crystal is one thing, but a piece of blue iron crystal is definitely a treasure!
With the addition of a second-stage spell and the advancement to sub-demon quality, his strength doubled. Even if a veteran second-stage spellcaster came along, he wouldn't be afraid.
And of course, there's the one right in front of us...
Fang Zong put everything away before carefully treating his wound.
His body was covered in haphazard, bloody gashes, some so deep they even reached his internal organs.
He carefully stitched up the wound, occasionally grimacing in pain.
The ox leader asked, "What are you doing?"
Fang Zong didn't even turn his head: "It hurts a lot, let's get it treated first."
The leader of the oxen was speechless: "You think you can still escape? Don't forget, I have sealed off the Yin Land, and you yourself are seriously injured."
Fang Zong: "Yes, that's why I'm healing my wounds quickly."
Uh, are you healing?
Hurry up and heal your wounds?
The leader of the bulls was completely dumbfounded. You mean... do you think I'm an idiot?!
Thinking of this, the bull leader decisively attacked, engaging in close combat, and immediately unleashed two horns!
"Ding Dang! Congratulations to the Summoner for being attacked by the Bull Head, gaining +1 to Flesh Healing Ability!"
"Double kill! Congratulations to the Summoner for being attacked by the Minotaur and obtaining the Flesh Regeneration Technique +1!"
"Triblekill! Congratulations, Summoner..."
A series of sounds rang out, leaving Fang Zong completely dumbfounded.
Flesh healing? Flesh regeneration?
Is this some kind of unkillable trait?
Fang Zong found that his wound healed quickly, scabbed over soon, and when the scar fell off, the skin surface was smooth.
Even the deepest wound, which ripped through the lung, left only a faint pink mark.
Instinctively, he grabbed the two horns of the bull's head.
Let's get started!
Three minutes later, the leader of the bulls—no, it should be a small bull with the strength of a level one magic technique—appeared.
Without the strength of a second-level master, the Bull King is no longer the Bull King.
He was utterly despondent, only wanting to save his life, and looked at Fang Zong pitifully.
"Eight consecutive kills, very powerful, one... Hahahaha, the Dharma Flesh and Blood Regeneration has been upgraded to the Spell Flesh and Blood Regeneration, current level 1!"
Ninth Sister was overjoyed: "Congratulations to the Summoner for obtaining the fifth spell, you've completely embarked on the path of being an unkillable cockroach!"
Fang Zong was overjoyed, feeling as if he had inexhaustible energy.
This passive spell is awesome!
Not to mention that he has other powers, if he keeps advancing in terms of the magic of flesh regeneration, wouldn't he be able to go toe-to-toe with Wolverine or even Deadpool?
That's absolutely insane!
"My lord, should I perhaps open the Yin Earth...?"
The little calf asked very respectfully.
The fawning on his face was a stark contrast to his previous haughty demeanor!
Fang Zong smiled kindly and said, "You're letting me out?"
Little Niu Niu shook his head frantically: "Look at what you're saying, I should be the one to see you out, and you'll come to play often!"
Fang Zong decisively slapped Niu Zhishou, sending him flying more than ten meters away, and asked, "Do you know where you went wrong?"
Ouch!
The little calf quickly crawled back:
"Look at what you're saying, it's like you can't hit me even if I haven't done anything wrong, otherwise..."
Would you like to hit me a few more times before you leave?
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