I have a little bit of talent

Fang Mu's finger touched Tong Shi's brow.

The spiritual consciousness carrying with it a majestic aura suddenly entered his sea of ​​consciousness.

I saw a three-inch soul floating in Tong Shi's sea of ​​consciousness. A red light emerged from it, illuminating the entire sea of ​​consciousness red. It was because Tong Shi's soul had merged with the red flame spirit.

As Fang Mu controlled the great energy to flow into the soul, the red light slowly separated from the soul, forming a round red and black ball of light.

This ball of light is naturally the red flame spirit that has been integrated into Tong Shi’s soul.

Because it was eroded by Tong Shi's hatred, it was now red with black, looking a little scary.

Tong Shi's soul had been forcibly stripped of the spiritual power of the magic weapon, and now it was a little listless and seemed to have shrunk.

Fang Mu's spiritual consciousness poured the righteous energy into the red flame spirit again. The ball of light trembled and seemed to be struggling violently, but could not escape.

Within a few breaths, the black color of the red flame spirit quickly faded away, leaving only a ball of shining red light!

"It's finally done."

Fang Mu let out a long sigh and withdrew the finger that was pointing at Tong Shi’s forehead.

At the same time, a red light shot out from between Tong Shi's eyebrows as Fang Mu's finger stretched back, and then poured into the Red Flame Sword.

The Red Flame Sword shook immediately and actually broke free from Fang Mu's hand.

Then a red light flashed and came directly behind Tong Qianjun, as if hiding from Fang Mu.

Don’t underestimate Fang Mu’s actions, as they seem to be done effortlessly and easily.

In fact, Fang Mu had almost used all his strength.

There is nothing trivial about the primordial spirit, especially when it comes to separating the primordial spirit from its spiritual nature. This can only be done by controlling the spiritual consciousness to the extreme.

Even though Fang Mu's soul had reached great perfection and he had cultivated a domain, it only took a short time to separate his soul from the spirituality of the magic weapon, and the energy he consumed was even greater than the previous battle with Qiu Duxing in the mountains.

As for using the great righteousness to expel the evil spirit in Chi Yan's soul, it did not take much effort. After all, the great righteousness was the most authentic in the world and was the absolute nemesis of the evil spirit.

However, the red flame spirit felt uncomfortable when it was being expelled, so as soon as it returned to the sword, it immediately moved away from Fang Mu and ran behind Tong Qianjun to seek the protection of the Lord of Arms.

"Brother Zhao's ability is beyond our imagination! But how come Chi Yan..."

Tong Qianjun looked at Fang Mu and praised him, then turned around and looked at the timid Chi Yanjian, his face speechless.

“I, Old Mo, dare not even think about separating the primordial spirit and spirituality,” said Old Mo, his eyes almost popping out of his head.

Even Mr. Tong forgot to use his broken arm to support himself for a moment, and fell to the ground with a thud, staring blankly at Fang Mu.

Fang Mu did not react at all to what the two said. Instead, he stared at Tong Shi, as if he felt something was wrong.

Suddenly, Tong Shi raised his head sharply, and his body broke free from the restraints of the iron pen and pounced towards Fang Mu in front of him.

The pair of eyes, which were originally black and white, were now pitch black, with traces of blood on the face, which was very horrifying.

Fang Mu had a thoughtful look on his face. Facing Tong Shi's pounce, he lightly struck out with his palm, knocking Tong Shi away.

This palm carried the Confucian school's great inner energy. Tong Shi was certainly blown away, but his body was like soft ice meeting the scorching sun. It began to shrink rapidly until it disappeared, leaving only his soul surrounded by black air.

“It’s Haoran Qi?

"Boy, you dare to ruin my good thing, damn it!"

It was Tong Shi's soul, but an extremely old voice came out.

The voice seemed to come from the Nine Netherworld, carrying with it a venomous malice. Boss Mo, Tong Qianjun, and even Mr. Tong, could not help but shudder after hearing the voice.

"It turns out that Tong Shi is also a pawn. Even his soul has been tampered with. How pitiful."

Fang Mu really didn't expect that if his soul domain hadn't discovered something wrong in advance, he would have been hit by this guy. Although he was not hurt, he looked embarrassed.

"Just wait, kid. You will never have peace from now on!"

The black hand seemed to know that it could do nothing, and controlled Tong Shi's soul to turn into black smoke and escape. The Weapon Casting Pavilion could stop living people, but it could not stop the soul.

"If you've made such a big promise, don't leave. Let the younger generation get closer to you."

Fang Mu was not willing to let it get away, so he directly deployed his soul field and pinned it down in place, unable to move.

"Good boy, when my real body comes, I will roast your soul in the Nine Netherworld Fire for thousands of years, making your life worse than death!"

Seeing that he could not escape, the black hand uttered a cruel word and controlled Tong Shi's soul to self-destruct.

A strong airflow burst out with the self-explosion of the primordial spirit, and the momentum was far stronger than when the people fought before.

If Fang Mu did not take action to resist, except for Tong Qianjun who was protected by a magic weapon and could still survive, everyone else would be killed by the airflow.

Fang Mu did not make any move, but his soul field enveloped the impact to prevent it from dissipating.

The impact airflow repeatedly collided within the three-foot area, but was unable to break through. The air was only shaken and exploded continuously, creating a hole of unknown depth and three feet in radius on the fine gold floor under the Weapon Casting Pavilion.

This scene was obviously beyond the comprehension of Boss Mo and others.

It was understandable that the soul and the spiritual power of the magic weapon were separated before, but the subsequent self-destruction of the soul, and the power being confined within three feet after the self-destruction, was beyond his comprehension.

"Spiritual Realm, I don't think Brother Zhao, no, Senior Zhao is actually a master of the realm,

"We are blind and don't recognize the great master. We don't recognize the master in person. Chen Qingfeng has met the master Zhao!"

Chen Qingfeng woke up at some point and saw the scene where Tong Shi's soul was being controlled to self-destruct and Fang Mu's domain was resisting.

He quickly bowed and lowered his eyes.

The scene was silent for a moment! Several people were frightened by Chen Qingfeng's words.

A Grand Master has reached the pinnacle of spiritual practice, which is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

There is a common saying in the spiritual world that under the Grandmaster, all beings are equal.

What this means is that in the eyes of the Grandmaster, no matter if he is a Grandmaster in a certain field or a Grandmaster in Dharma, all other people who have not yet become Grandmasters are treated the same and are nothing more than chickens and pottery dogs.

Ordinary practitioners, whether they are training their bodies, qi, or even their minds, can be crushed to death or exhausted by sheer numbers.

But in front of the Grandmaster, the number of people is meaningless. Once the soul realm is unfolded and the soul's Dharma image appears, all one can do is close their eyes and wait for death. There is only one result: some die quickly, some die slowly. There is no escape and no accidents.

Only a master can confront a master head-on!

Of course, Fang Mu and his son were not among them, which was related to the unique skills they had cultivated.

But for others, it is absolutely the truth!

"Brother Chen, please call me Brother Zhao. I don't deserve the title of senior. I'm not some old monster who has regained his youth. I just took a few more steps on the road of cultivation."

Fang Mu waved his hands repeatedly when he heard Chen Qingfeng's address.

"Brother Zhao, are you really this old?

"Isn't it some old man playing tricks on us?"

Boss Mo still didn't quite believe it.

"Have you ever seen an old man who is so young and handsome?"

"Yes, I heard that the academy's number one dean has been practicing for decades and still looks young. I admire you, a senior master."

Chen Qingfeng was indeed well-versed in the world's secrets, and he even knew a thing or two about what Chao Wendao had asked.

Fang Mu was just about to ask Chao Wendao which old man was pretending to be young and deceiving people at such an old age.

Suddenly I remembered that Chao Wendao was my father's junior fellow apprentice and also my eldest brother Fang Zheng's teacher.

After hesitating for a long time, he didn't say anything. After all, he was his elder, so it was not appropriate to say that.