Eternal Life: I hold the door to eternal life

The mysterious pressure seemed to come from the depths of the soul, declaring the majesty of the absolute controller. In the name of fate, it struck the deepest part of the soul, making it impossible for people to have the slightest thought of resistance.

Fang Han was not so naive as to think that he could learn the Small Fate Technique in one go. Seeing the power of the Small Fate Technique growing stronger and stronger, his head was already buzzing. Fang Han quickly gathered his mental power and stopped touching Fang Qingxue's blood essence.

According to Fang Qingxue, as long as the essence and blood are stopped from being touched, the melody of the small destiny technique will stop playing.

Fang Han gathered his mental strength and held on for more than half a minute. Unexpectedly, the melody of the small destiny technique became louder and louder, with no sign of stopping. The shock wave after wave was stronger than the previous one, making Fang Han dizzy and almost vomiting.

Fang Han knew that if he allowed the little fate technique to wreak havoc in his mind, his soul would inevitably be shattered by it. His fate would be like that of the white-haired flying zombie before, turning him into a living dead with no soul but only a body.

Facing a life-or-death situation, with no way to stop the little destiny technique, Fang Han was aroused with ruthlessness. He shouted in his mind: "What kind of shitty little destiny technique is worthy of my submission? I am not from the world of immortality, you can't control me."

The small destiny technique seemed to be able to sense Fang Han's mind. There was a pause, but only for a moment, and the melody of the small destiny technique sounded even louder in Fang Han's mind, and the pressure and shock force it exuded became stronger and stronger.

At the same time, the majestic voice that despised everything also began to sing again in the depths of Fang Han's soul.

"Those who try to break free from fate will eventually be imprisoned by the shackles of fate and will never be able to break free!"

"Those who attempt to blaspheme fate will eventually be lost in the dark night of nothingness, without light!"

"Those who attempt to defy fate will eventually become addicted to the world of illusion and unable to wake up!"

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Deep in the soul, the majestic chanting became louder and louder. Fang Han felt more and more powerless, and deep in his heart he had an impulse to worship this majestic voice. The impulse became stronger and stronger, and it almost drove Fang Han to take actual action.

Suddenly, Fang Han's mind suddenly became clear for no apparent reason. He realized that he had actually knelt on the ground, and was almost about to kowtow. Fang Han was immediately filled with shame and anger, and even thought of going all out. He roared in his heart: "Fuck your fate, my fate is in my own hands, I control my own fate. The fate of the eternal world will also be rewritten by me!"

With the thought of fighting to the death, Fang Han stopped restraining his mental power and instead urged it to rush towards Fang Qingxue's blood. At the same time, he shouted: "Even if I die, I will not let you do whatever you want; even if I die, I will swallow you. Ah! I will fight you!"

Fang Han looked like a madman, his eyes were bloodshot, and he bit his teeth with a "crackling" sound. He desperately urged his mental power to attack Fang Qingxue's blood. However, even if his will was as strong as a rock, he could not withstand the power of the small destiny technique. The invisible pressure emitted by the small destiny technique was like a cage, limiting Fang Han's mental power within a certain range. No matter how hard he tried to collide with it, he could not shake it at all.

Fang Han saw that the collision had no effect and would consume a lot of mental energy. As his mind turned, he completely gave up the control of his mental energy. He began to let the pressure from the small destiny spell wash over his mental energy. However, he was determined to keep his mind clear and firm in his belief. He let the power of the small destiny spell spread, affecting his whole body, and then overflowing.

The Yellow Springs Map was integrated into Fang Han's blood, so naturally it could not escape the crushing of the power of the Small Fate Art. Yan only resisted for a few breaths, and knew that he could not resist. He could only seal the exit of the Yellow Springs Map, and rely on the quality of the Yellow Springs Map as a Taoist weapon to resist the power of the Small Fate Art. The pressure of the Small Fate Art spread from Fang Han's body, and in a breath it affected an area of ​​more than ten miles.

On the mine, Mo Qing, who was supervising the gold-eating demon ants to mine the magic crystal jade, received the report and quickly led Mo Zhen and Mo Chan to check. The three of them followed a mine tunnel and went more than 2,000 meters underground, but they could not go any deeper.

According to the report from his subordinates, the mine tunnel here should be able to go deeper into the range of several miles, but this place has been shrouded by a mysterious pressure. The powerful pressure made Mo Qing, a powerful man of the first level of magical power, feel deeply palpitated. He almost bowed down and worshiped, so he dared not move forward another step.

Faced with such a situation, Mo Qing was in doubt and could not help but think secretly that this kind of pressure was definitely not emitted by a cultivator. Compared with the pressure from the strong in the Changsheng Secret Realm, it was just a small crow meeting a big crow. Most likely, it was a sign of the birth of a strange treasure. Should I notify my father to come?

Although my father is also an emperor in the Earth Demon Clan, he has only been in the secret realm of immortality for a short time. He does not have the authority to make his words count. Once I leave, there is no guarantee that the news will not leak out. Mo Zhen and Mo Chan know more than just my father as the Demon Emperor. Money can attract people's attention. It is better to block the news and observe for a while.

In the cave deep in the mine, Fang Han had completely lost control of his body. He could only maintain a trace of clarity in his mind, struggling to hold on to his original obsession and not be wiped out by the power of the small destiny technique.

Fang Han himself didn't know what he was insisting on. Perhaps he was really tired of the dull life. Finally, a chance came from heaven that allowed him to travel to another world, and he would never be willing to be inferior to others again.

That's why he was willing to take the risk of being killed by the Immortal King of the Immortal Realm at any time in order to control Fang Rentu, the reincarnation of the spirit of the supreme divine weapon.

That's why he forced himself to comprehend the small destiny technique even though he knew that his intelligence might be wiped out at any time and he might become a living dead.

Or maybe, whether it was before or after the time travel, Fang Han had a stubborn determination deep in his heart that his fate was in his own hands. That was why he dared to act decisively when he saw a chance that was not a chance; he wanted to take control of his own destiny and no longer be controlled by others.

An unknown amount of time had passed, but the mysterious pressure still enveloped the area within a radius of ten miles, but Fang Han began to change.

Fang Han's body, which had not yet fully recovered, began to age again. His skin began to wrinkle again, and his snow-white hair began to fall out. Without anyone controlling it, the blood and flesh essence in his body began to automatically transform into mental power and flow into Fang Han's brain.

The mental power first gathered into a dot the size of a grain of rice in Fang Han's brain, and then the dot began to move slowly, leaving a faint track in Fang Han's brain. The faint track became longer and longer, and the pattern formed became more and more complex.

More than ten minutes later, the track left by the dots finally closed, and a mysterious rune shaped like a portal was drawn in Fang Han's mind. As the rune closed, Fang Han's blood and flesh essence no longer transformed into mental power. At this time, Fang Han had turned into a skinny old man in his 90s.

After the mysterious rune in the shape of a portal was formed, it kept changing its shape, but no matter how it changed, it never left the scope of the portal. As the rune changed, it also emitted a suction force, swallowing up the mysterious pressure force that enveloped an area of ​​more than ten miles. As more and more pressure force was swallowed, the rune gradually became clearer.

Fang Han opened his eyes tremblingly until the last bit of the power of heaven was swallowed by the rune. At this time, Fang Han's state was very strange. His mental strength was extremely abundant, but his body was extremely weak. He was so weak that he wanted to raise his hand, but he was unable to do so.