I cast my demon body into immortality

"Sorry, I am still in charge of my own body. I should take my time in cultivation..."

Purple Star Mandrill's eyes flashed with light, his mouth opened slightly, and a powerful pulling force came from his mouth...

"What..." The python emperor's soul was like a little snake in the river, unable to control itself and trying to pull it towards the mouth of the opposite soul...

"A magic spell targeting the soul, no, this is an innate magical power..."

The python emperor's soul was like a little snake running against the current, desperately retreating backwards. Countless thoughts emerged in his soul, but he could not stop his soul from getting closer and closer to that black hole-like mouth.

This ever-shrinking distance was like a countdown to life, making the python emperor panic and feel a strong sense of powerlessness.

Unexpectedly, the cauldron he chose to seize the body turned out to be a demon cultivator who had awakened the divine soul-like talent. It seemed that God had no intention of giving him a way out.

"Ah, ah, ah..." It seemed that he had predicted that he would not be able to swallow the powerful soul of the Python Emperor in one go. The powerful pulling force of the God-Eating Technique continued to divide the Python Emperor's soul, turning it into pure soul power and swallowing it into the Purple Star. In Mandrill's spirit...

As the pure soul power pours into his mouth, Purple Star Mandrill's soul is also growing...

"Huh..." Fang Zheng, who was originally lying on the altar, suddenly sat up. The iron chains and suppressive power that bound him disappeared at some point.

The soul of the Purple Gold Python Emperor died, and the enslaved corpse guards around him collapsed to the ground and turned into withered bones. At this time, it had no effect on Fang Zheng's sudden awakening.

After feeling the state of his soul, Fang Zheng frowned. Although the purple and gold python emperor's soul had strengthened his soul to the late fourth level, the evil spirit contained in that soul actually contaminated Fang Zheng's soul.

Although the God-eating Technique split and tore the purple-gold python emperor's soul into channels of soul power and then devoured it, and a lot of evil energy was decomposed, some of the evil energy hidden deep in the soul power was still contaminated by Fang Zheng's soul.

A strong murderous intention and hostility kept emerging in his sea of ​​consciousness, and Fang Zheng had the urge to go out and kill people.

"No, I have to try the Sha Control Technique to see if I can expel the evil spirit from the body..." Fang Zheng quickly started the Sha Control Technique that he had practiced at the Fang family to resist the evil spirit, hoping to expel the evil spirit from his soul.

"The Art of Controlling Evil is useless. Is it because the grade of the Art of Controlling Evil is not high, or is it due to other reasons..."

Fang Zheng continued to run the Evil Spirit Control Technique for a quarter of an hour. He only felt that the evil spirit that he had accidentally inhaled recently was expelled from his body, but the evil spirit contaminated by his soul did not weaken at all.

"Calm down, the Purple Gold Python Emperor must have anticipated this situation and had backup plans..."

Fang Zheng quickly jumped up from the altar, searched for the body of the Purple Gold Python Emperor, and successfully found the storage magic weapon on it.

After recognizing the master with his spiritual consciousness, he rummaged inside and found only a few magic jade slips.

"The Art of Purifying Heart..."

"Nine Deaths Soul Technique..."

Fang Zheng put two magic jade slips in his hands. These should be the back-ups left by the Purple Gold Python Emperor for the souls contaminated with evil spirits.

The Qingxin Jue has an ordinary name, but it is a seventh-level technique that can soothe the soul and clear away most negative emotions. It can even resist the illusion of the nine-tailed demon fox.

The Nine-Death Soul-Splitting Technique is the Purple Gold Python Emperor's box-pressing technique, with a grade as high as ninth. If the demon cultivator can withstand the pain of splitting the soul, he can split the soul into three parts, one main soul and two sub-souls. .

Two split souls can occupy the physical bodies of other bloodlines, giving you two more lives.

The Nine Deaths Soul Technique also comes with some means of regulating one's own soul, which presumably can remove the evil spirit contained in Fang Zheng's soul.

Fang Zheng spent another seven days practicing the Pure Heart Art, barely suppressing the violent restlessness in his soul. He could not stay in this ancient battlefield for too long, otherwise the countless evil spirits on the battlefield would slowly erode his soul. of.

After completely plundering the Purple Gold Python Emperor and his guards, Fang Zheng rushed to the City Lord's Mansion without looking back and flew towards the outside of the Qiankun Cave...

"Hey, there seems to be a formation hidden here..."

The seven members of the Zhao Hu family didn't know why, but they stopped on the cliff where Fang Xin and others were.

Among them, a demon cultivator who was good at formations quickly discovered a clue near the cliff, and Zhao Hu and others surrounded him.

"What formation is it? Is it a treasure left on the battlefield or a secret place?"

"It doesn't look like this. This fourth-level formation seems to have been set up not long ago, and the techniques are also very unfamiliar..."

As a third-level peak formation mage, Zhao Lei has some experience in fourth-level formations. He can see the reality of this formation through some traces around him.

"For the fourth-level formation, it seems that some demon cultivators have found a secret place and want to understand the inheritance stone tablet with peace of mind..."

A cold light flashed in Governor Zhao's eyes. He had harvested relatively few spells in Qiankun City some time ago, and Fang Zheng stole the spotlight on the martial arts field. There is a secret place right now. If he fights for it, he might be able to comprehend it. It's a high-level technique.

Zhao Hu glanced at the people around him, and Zhao Lei understood immediately, and directly threw a fourth-level forbidden spell in his hand and shot it down the cliff.

"Sure enough, there is a formation..."

Tens of meters below the cliff, the Forbidden Breaking Talisman opened a formation hole with a radius of one meter, and Fang Xin and others could clearly see the panic inside.

"Jie Jie, listen to the people inside. If you give up the resistance and come out, I can spare your life..."

After briefly sensing the aura of the demon cultivator inside, Governor Zhao's arrogant arrogance suddenly rose up, and the gloomy energy in the Qiankun Cave was swept away.

In front of the first and second level demon cultivators, Governor Zhao enjoyed the pleasure of being crushed by his cultivation.

"Seniors, please forgive me. We still need to wait here for the return of the family elders. We cannot leave at will..."

Fang Xin also deliberately showed off the fourth-level talisman in his hand, hoping to frighten the demon generals outside who looked like wolves and tigers with ferocious faces.

"You are threatening us..." When the originally arrogant Governor Zhao saw the fourth-level talisman in Fang Xin's hand, his arrogant expression calmed down, but his eyes became colder.

Fang Xin and others are protected by the fourth-level formation, and with the fourth-level talismans in their hands, it is still possible to block Zhao Hu and others for a day or two. They also made it clear that a family elder has returned, and directly informed Zhao Hu and others. , they are not easy to mess with.

"You hand over the burned jade slips of spells. We will withdraw ten miles away and let you leave..."

Zhao Hu's third-level peak aura rose up, trying to force Fang Xin and others to submit.

"You..." Fang Xin was furious for a while. The spells learned in the ancient battlefield can only be burned once. If the jade slips are handed over, then the hard work these days will not be in vain...