Chapter 812: 428 Golden Blood_2
“The Void Saint might be the top demon in the world. He may not be the strongest, but he’s the best at staying alive; otherwise, he would have been killed long ago!”
Fu Wanshan was completely dumbfounded, bewildered.
Uncle Tang counted on his fingers, trembling as he spoke: “Six Martial Saints ran into trouble at the sa ti; what on earth is happening?”
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[3, Refining 10,000 drops of Life tal (completed)]
Morning, with rain.
It is the plum rain season, the sky is layered with clouds, rolling with tenderness and poetic beauty, like an ever-changing ink scroll.
Fine rain drizzles down like silk and mist, dreamy and illusory, soaking into all things on earth.
Outside the cave, Fang Zhixing stood in the rain curtain, listening to the crisp sound of rain hitting the plantain leaves, feeling unprecedented tranquility in his heart.
No matter how bloody the storms outside are, he is not disturbed in the slightest.
Indeed, Fang Zhixing was enjoying a rare leisurely life, sotis cultivating, sotis going fishing, free and easy.
In fact, this was always the daily life he pursued: peaceful, serene, carefree, and unrestrained.
However, this world is like a cage, trapping everyone inside; every day, it’s either working to earn money, being as ox and horse, or dealing with all sorts of botherso social engagents.
How many can truly attain liberation from this world?
Fang Zhixing did it!
At this mont, in the Martial Saint World, he had already beco invincible, sweeping everything before him, his strength reaching the pinnacle, to the extent he could unrestrainedly shout:
“Who else?”
Thus, after struggling for so many years, finally reaping the benefits, transcending the world, what’s wrong with enjoying it?
Despite this, Fang Zhixing still placed cultivation as his top priority.
Pushing through, he completed the task of refining 10,000 drops of Life tal.
“Hmm, it’s ti to settle down.”
Having had enough fun, Fang Zhixing couldn’t help but gather his thoughts, focusing all his spirit on cultivation.
“Condition one is the Visualization Totem…”
The rain scattered down, the mist was vast and boundless, Fang Zhixing sat cross-legged, not a single drop of rain fell on him.
In his mind, the Blood Mist Totem erged once more.
At this mont, ti seed to halt, with rain droplets frozen in mid-air.
Fang Zhixing entered a mysterious and profound state.
In a daze, he slowly raised his head, looking around, finding himself in the midst of dense blood mist.
The blood mist filled this world, endless and turbulent, swirling around him like ocean water.
“Buzz… Whisper…”
The familiar grand voice echoed again, resounding in his heart, ethereal and mysterious, indescribable and beyond words.
Fang Zhixing’s lips curled into a smile, revealing a hint of anticipation.
Indeed!
In the next mont, that gigantic entity faintly appeared, seemingly near yet as if millions of light years away.
The blood mist grew increasingly intense…
Fang Zhixing raised his head, standing with his arms behind his back, his face brimming with strong confidence and composure.
Truthfully, ever since he severed one of the tentacle monster’s appendages the last ti, he had completely overco his fear, no longer dreading this creature.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, a massive blood-colored tentacle lunged forward, tearing through the thick fog, crashing down headlong.
Even before the blood-colored tentacle landed, its terrifying aura pressed down first.
Fang Zhixing only felt as if a mountain was pressing down, imnsely heavy.
“Oh, so impatient, are you?”
With a slight smile, Fang Zhixing was unperturbed, calm and unhurried, lifting his right arm and extending a finger forward.
“Judgent Finger!”
Black and white light gathered at his fingertip, rging good and evil, transforming into a chaotic storm.
The light shone brightly!
Slash~
The blood-colored tentacle trembled violently, a large hole over a hundred ters in diater suddenly appeared at its end, as if pierced by a sniper bullet.
“A first judgent, valid for life!”
The domineering Judgent Finger has an extrely vicious special effect.
That is, the area it wounds is exceedingly hard to heal, just as the words “valid for life” imply.
The blood-colored tentacle writhed in pain, quickly retracting.
Yet this was far from over, as two more blood-colored tentacles broke through the thick fog, attacking.
“Haha, are you angry?” Fang Zhixing chuckled wryly.
The tentacle monster had always dueled with him using just a single blood-colored tentacle.
It almost had the attitude of “with your kind of strength, I can beat you with one hand.”
But this ti, the tentacle monster got serious, forced to use both hands.
“Hmph, watch how I suppress you!”
Fang Zhixing didn’t want to keep looking up, the Golden Silk Stepping Cloud Shoes on his feet glead, and with a tap, he suddenly ascended high, looking down from above.
Transford from looking up to looking down!
“Kill!”
Fang Zhixing imdiately switched stances, striking downward with both hands, instantly unleashing a blizzard of palm shadows, vast and limitless.
“The Demon Loves All Beings!”
The Black Demon Palm carried a fierce might, wrapped in a terror that treated all equally.
What does it an to treat all equally?
Its profound intent was: “As long as I live, you shall always be consorts!”
Boom boom boom…
For a ti, the two blood-colored tentacles were bombarded like being shot by a machine gun, innurable Demon Palms poured down, causing the tentacles to shudder intensely, sinking continuously.
Chunks of flesh flew apart in all directions, blood spraying wildly.
Gradually, the two blood-colored tentacles sunk to the ground, suppressed and unable to rise.
Innurable palm shadows continued without end, tirelessly pounding the two tentacles as if chopping at.
After an unknown amount of ti, the two blood-colored tentacles were shattered beyond recognition.
Whoosh~
These two blood-colored tentacles also retracted.
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