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5 Chapter Fifty

Fuxi is originally the body of the soul, and it directly turns into a beam of light and enters my Shenting acupoint, and appears in my entrance.

In the porch, I sat cross-legged under the summoning banner, with Kunlun Snow lying across my knees.

Fuxi walked towards me, with a playful smile on his mouth, all the flowers and rains gathered towards him with endless murderous intent, but there was no one to get close to him.

Even though I'm fighting in my porch, I'm still not half sure.

My undead fighting spirit is far from Fuxi's soul body, and the killing intent of Bianhuayu can't hurt him.

The only thing I can rely on is the Mo Dao Soul Calling Banner behind me. Unfortunately, until now I don't know what the real power of the Soul Calling Banner is.

Fuxi walked in front of me, sat cross-legged on the ground, and looked at me with a distance of five feet.

The phoenix battle ax has changed into the form of the phoenix piano again.

Fuxi lightly plucked the strings of the qin, and there was a clang sound, and the spirit-calling flag behind me immediately started to flutter without wind.

"Patriarch of the Demon Dao, do you know why I must take away your body?" Fuxi asked.

"Why?" I asked.

At first I could understand this matter, Fuxi is a ghost and needs a strong physical body.

As the child of destiny, no one is more suitable for his soul than my physical body, not to mention that I am still an immortal battle body.

However, when I realized that Fuxi's soul body was stronger than my indestructible battle body, I became confused.

In fact, Fuxi doesn't need to take away my physical body at all, he will be stronger in the soul body.The soul energy in the Wangchuan River has given him almost endless vitality.

"Actually, what I want is not your indestructible battle body, but your entrance."

"My porch?"

"Patriarch of the Demon Dao, your entrance is the best gift that fate bestows on you." Fuxi said.

"What do you mean?"

"Heavenly Dao wants to kill you at all costs, because there is still a world hidden in your porch that cannot be controlled by him."

From the moment I opened the porch, I knew that my porch was huge, endless and endless.

It's just that I never thought about what it meant.

"What is the mystery of my porch?" I asked.

"I don't know." Fuxi said.

"You don't know?" I asked in surprise.

"It is because of the unknowable that it is full of endless possibilities."

"My porch was broken once." I said.

In Kongming Mountain, I used to destroy the porch to kill the Gu Demon Baili Chunqiu.

"What is broken is an illusion. No one can break your profound entrance. Even the Dao of Heaven can only seal it, but cannot completely destroy it. As long as I get your profound entrance, I can escape from the control of the Dao of Heaven."

"You know it's impossible for me to hand over the porch to a coward who only wants to escape. Let's fight, Fuxi."

"Okay, let me see if the magic way's soul-calling banner can protect you!"

After finishing speaking, the phoenix violin turned into a phoenix battle ax again, and Fuxi began to crazily improve his fighting spirit.

I am not Fuxi's opponent outside, and the same is true in the entrance.

However, whenever my soul is injured, the flower rain on the other side will turn into the original power of the soul to repair my soul.

I am not fighting alone, but I am fighting with thousands of demon disciples who died in battle.

Colorful King Ming, Laughing Song Tianzun, Liu Fengyu...

Those familiar faces, the life-and-death battles of Mo Dao in the past, reappeared in my memory.

They represent the aura of the devil, and also represent the belief of the devil.

With great grief, I desperately drew my sword, but unfortunately, my sword was still unable to cut through the gossip rune armor on Fuxi's body.

This means that no matter how long the fight lasts, I will lose in the end.

The flower rain on the other side began to weaken, and the will of the heroic spirits of the disciples who died in battle was about to be exhausted.

Disciple of the Demon Dao, eternal red.They originally died for the evil way, and now they have exhausted all their willpower for me. The greatest grief in their life is nothing more than this.

I have never regretted being the Patriarch of Demon Dao, but at this moment I really regret it.

I want to go with them, but I have no face to walk with them.

If I hadn't been the Patriarch of Demon Dao, and I hadn't brought them out of the famine, many of them wouldn't have died all the way to today.

Even though I know that the disciples of the Demonic Dao have died in battle, and these are just their heroic spirits, they do not possess spiritual consciousness, nor are they the continuation of their lives, but the great grief makes me almost unable to hold the sword in my hand.

I even wanted to give up resistance directly, let Fuxi kill me, and apologize with death.However, if I die, their sacrifice will only become more meaningless.

With this in mind, I can only grit my teeth and fight hard, desperately resisting every attack of Emperor Fuxi.

When the last flower of the other shore withered from the demonic soul-calling banner, there was no remains of the heroic will of a demonic disciple in my entrance, including the world behind the soul-calling banner.All the disciples of the Demonic Dao who were entrusted in the illusory environment of Jin'ao Island also lost their will.

To bear life and death for the devil way, even the last will perish because of the devil way.

The sincerity of a demonic disciple towards the demonic way can crack gold and stone.

The flowers on the other side withered away, the Mo Dao Calling Soul Banner returned to its original appearance, and the world behind it disappeared silently.

In fact, there is nothingness inside the soul-calling banner, and it can transform into a mirror image of Jinao Island, all thanks to the Bianhua, which is used to entrust the longing for life of the disciples of the demonic way.

The Mo Dao Soul Calling Banner, which had returned to its original color, was even colder and heavier.

The indifference and heavyness made me unable to face it.

At this moment, there are no demonic disciples remaining in the entrance, and I am the only one left to face Fuxi alone.

Soon, my soul became dilapidated again, on the verge of breaking.

The irony is that I didn't die at the hands of Tiandao, but I lost to Fuxi, a child of destiny who was abandoned by fate.