Will we be changed by the world, or will we change the world?
Fang Zong unconsciously had such a thought, and a kind smile appeared in his dark eyes.
"Actually, I'm a very easy-going person. Like before, I liked to wander around, visit friends, and study medicine in my spare time... I was even thinking of becoming a good doctor once the country was stable, practicing medicine and saving lives. So I didn't kill every ghost I saw, but only the evil ones. But..."
Fang Zong exerted force with his palm again, and with Huang Zhong's dying scream, the small world of earth fire manifested from his body.
Four hundred and eighty meters in radius
Four hundred and ninety meters in radius
Within a radius of 500 meters,
A radius of 530 meters!
When the Earth Fire Small World reached an area of 500 meters, Fang Zong suddenly roared to the sky, and his hair suddenly stretched out, with his inch-long black hair actually extending to more than ten meters.
Behind it stretched out a silver robe and a bright red cloak, the fiery red cape billowing out for more than thirty meters, fluttering in the wind along with its ten-meter-long black hair, like two colorful ribbons of different lengths, incredibly elegant, yet wildly hunting like a demon from the heavens!
He shouted, "When the Silverfall Sea just ended, I thought my strength was insufficient. Yes, my strength was insufficient, and I was destined to be changed by this world, to pursue greater power. But after I went back and thought about it carefully, ha, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!" With a storm-like laugh, a gale surged in the sky, tearing apart and shattering the clear sky and white clouds with the sound waves: "But, ha! I've discovered it! That's right, my strength is insufficient, and I am destined to be changed by this world, but my power is also sufficient, and I can change this world just as well! The Loess Plateau will become the richest land in the world, and the City Without Tears will become the most dazzling pearl on Earth. Anyone who stands in my way will not be spared, just like you!"
As he spoke, Huang Zhong's hard zombie body crumbled inch by inch and turned into ashes.
Fang Zong showed no pity for the death of Huang Zhong, a zombie that had existed for thousands of years. He slightly turned his head and looked down at the face of the armored monster.
The armored ghost was much more handsome than Huang Zhong. He was eight feet tall, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, a broad face, and a heavy chin. He was imposing and awe-inspiring. Even when Huang Zhong was crushed into fine dust in front of him, his expression did not waver in the slightest!
"The nature of ghosts is selfishness, and also obedience to the stronger."
The armored ghost knelt on one knee, holding its bright silver spear high: "But I will still wait for the strategist. I guarantee that all the ghosts in the Ten Gates City will behave themselves in the City of No Tears. However, if the strategist summons me one day, I will definitely leave the City of No Tears."
"If that day ever comes, I'll let you go."
"Thus, Zhao Yun, Zhao Zilong, pays his respects to our lord!"
"[It's actually Zhao Zilong of Changshan?]" This resounding name caused Fang Zong to subtly change his expression. Moreover, judging from Zhao Yun's appearance, he had clearly overcome much of his ghostly nature and was already half-transformed into a spirit ghost. After careful consideration, he asked, "What if Zhuge Liang asked you to kill someone?"
"When Zilong was alive, he killed people without hesitation, and his long spear was stained with blood."
"Alright, I'll definitely let you go then."
Fang Zong reiterated, then added, "However, if Zhuge Liang becomes a ghost, the moment you leave the City of No Tears will be the moment I personally kill Zhuge Liang... Don't think I have any respect for history; the living are more important than the dead."
After Zhao Zilong led the ghosts away, Fang Zong remained standing, looking at the vast sky above him.
As he took a step forward, his body suddenly became ethereal for a moment, then he remained standing in the same spot, while the area within a radius of 500 meters instantly crumbled into ashes.
He's like a humanoid nuclear bomb, possessing terrifying, world-destroying power...
"My strength has increased, my divine power... Netherworld Transformation!"
Fang Zong muttered to himself, looking to the left, where another 'Fang Zong' appeared; looking to the right, another appeared—this was the power of the Netherworld Transformation, which could transform all three souls and seven spirits into 'clones' indistinguishable from the original body.
"Humans have three souls: the first is called Tai Guang, the second Shuang Ling, and the third You Jing; they also have seven spirits, each with a name: the first spirit is called Shi Gou, the second spirit is called Fu Shi, the third spirit is called Que Yin, the fourth spirit is called Tun Zei, the fifth spirit is called Fei Du, the sixth spirit is called Chu Hui, and the seventh spirit is called Chou Fei..."
Ninth Sister explained to him in detail: "Once you reach the strength of the Netherworld Transformation, you can continuously condense your external avatars. Old Huang Zhong's strength is top-notch in the Netherworld Transformation. Except for the Netherworld Spirit Soul among the three souls, he can transform the others into external avatars. You are far behind now, and can only differentiate the 'Corpse Dog' and 'Hidden Arrow' from your aura. When combined with your main body, it is equivalent to three people... By the way, external avatars have all the abilities of the main body, but their strength is a bit weaker. Your current two are not even as good as your magical clones."
"What's the use?" Fang Zong couldn't help but feel disappointed.
"But I possess all your abilities, including my 'Dingdang'."
"Dingdang?" Fang Zong couldn't help but twitch his lips. Although Ninth Sister's "Dingdang" always brought good news, using it as a catchphrase was really a bit childish. Wait! Fang Zong suddenly froze: "You mean an avatar can also touch ghosts?"
“It’s not just about touching ghosts; it’s also common to the Holy Demon Lord and the Human Lord Lord. Within Dragon Valley, you can touch anything, and outside, you can use the Cloud-Tearing and Wind-Splitting Eyes… Oh, right,” Ninth Sister suddenly exclaimed, “There’s another difference between an external avatar and a clone: an external avatar can leave the main body at will and run as far as it wants.”
"Hiss..." Fang Zong gasped, finally understanding the terrifying nature of the third transformation of the supernatural power.
He decisively cupped his hands to his two clones and laughed loudly, "In that case, I'll trouble you two fellow Daoists."
"Fellow Daoist, you're a bitch."
Do we have a younger sister?
"Then... your disciple, fellow Daoist!"
Fang Zong and his two avatars shared the same thoughts; in short, it was all one person performing a one-man show. They all burst into laughter. Afterward, the two avatars headed towards other cities, while Fang Zong himself made a phone call, taking Hu Batian, who needed to sleep 22 hours a day, onto a speeding fighter jet heading towards the Loess Plateau.
All that could be seen was loess soil and white snow. The loess and snow formed layers of hills, and there was nothing else. It was deserted and devoid of any sign of life.
Originally flowing east-west through the Hetao region, the Yellow River abruptly turns south at Hekou Town in Inner Mongolia, its course dramatically changing as it roars forth from Yumen in Shanxi. Bordered by the Lüliang Mountains to the left and northern Shaanxi to the right, hundreds of rivers from the surrounding valleys and ravines, carrying vast amounts of silt, surge towards the Yellow River like yellow dragons, creating layers of yellow waves, deep ravines teeming with turbid surges...
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