"This Dou Qi system is very rough...but there should be some potential that can be tapped." Fang Xing pondered for a while, but did not stop the blessing of the Great Sun Tathagata Mantra. The profit from burning that ‘deer-headed spirit’ was definitely not just a small amount that could advance him to a level of fighting spirit! As the proficiency of the Cross Breathing Technique continues to increase, it will soon reach the peak and will soon break through to the 'mastery' level. The description of this stage of state in the breathing method is ‘morning light’! Boom! The proficiency level increased rapidly, causing Fang Xing to think of countless ways to use fighting spirit. At the same time, he felt that his fighting spirit was as if it had become substantial, possessing the power to crush ordinary spirits! More changes are in his spirit. Light!
Fang Xing saw a ray of light! Along this ray of light, his spirit rose infinitely, and in a trance, he saw a pure white woman lying on the ground. The other person has a plump figure, no hair, and high bulging female features. He gives off a feeling of motherhood and pregnancy at a glance. What a pity...it's a corpse! Not only was it a corpse, it was also a corpse that was mutilated and riddled with holes, and it was faintly visible that countless villains were entering and devouring the corpse wantonly! Following that ray of light, Fang Xing came to a place near the corpse of motherhood and saw several figures emitting holy light. One of them is vaguely related to his cross breathing technique. This man has brilliant golden curly hair, eyes as blue as the sea, and a handsome appearance. At this time, the other person's mouth seemed to be filled with maternal blood... He raised his head, looked at Fang Xing, and showed a warm but cruel smile. … "Depend on!" When Wall heard Fang Xing's curse coming from the tent, he couldn't help but clenched the sword in his hand: "Outlander...what happened?" "It's okay... I just need to wash my eyes." Fang Xing rubbed his eyes. Wall's pupils shrank, and he saw that there seemed to be a wisp of bright red between his fingers. 'I saw something I shouldn't have seen...' Fang Xing washed it casually and rubbed his temples, feeling that he still had a splitting headache. On the property bar, a new line of information appeared:
[Cross Breathing Method: 93/200 (Proficient)] 'At the expense of a 'deer-headed spirit', my breathing method directly enters the realm of mastery, which is the realm of morning light...' ‘The third level of the breathing method actually seems to resonate with the source of the breathing method? ’ ‘Could the man I saw eating the mother’s body be St. Longinus? Create the existence of Cross Breathing Technique? Strong enough... he feels a bit like a high-ranking family member, or even a descendant of an evil god... but a bit evil. ’ An existence that was canonized as a saint by the Glorious Holy See turned out to be like this, which naturally made Fang Xing feel very bad. Thinking again that there was a group of people around Longinus... "Has the glory faded?" Fang Xing whispered: "None of the extraordinary ways in this world are good things..." Even though Dou Qi seems to be an extraordinary path based on the knight himself, in fact, the condensation of Dou Qi seeds is inseparable from the evil god's pollution in the void! "This entire world is polluted...or is it all a corpse?" "All humans, spirits... no matter strong or weak, are parasites?" "Because of this, even if there is extremely slight evil god pollution in the air, over time, there will be no problem at all for the human beings living here to become semi-familiar...it is impossible to survive without being a familial." "The key for knights to condense the seeds of fighting spirit is not their own energy and blood, but to absorb the pollution of evil gods from the outside world and turn them into the initial seeds of fighting spirit... When the seeds continue to grow, they will gradually become connected with the 'source'? How many saints of the Holy See , are they all at the level of 'Original Spirit'?" The original spirit does not need to be carried, it only needs faith, and through specific rituals and methods, it can borrow power! “You can do this, connect with the Source, in the third phase of the Cross Breathing Technique, Dawn.” "What about the fourth stage - the blazing sun? According to legend, only one saint, Longinus, can master it. There must be something wrong with it... Could it be that he cultivated himself into food and actively threw it into the saint's mouth?" "The real 'Scorching Sun' should develop the origin of the evil god within his body and become a saint himself? Or... a high-ranking family member? A descendant of the evil god?" Fang Xing thought for a moment, and quickly determined many things with his rich knowledge accumulation. "Sure enough...the extraordinary paths in this world are all pitfalls!" "Fortunately, from the beginning, I replaced the original pollution with the pollution of the Great Sun Tathagata Curse, and opened up the seeds of fighting spirit... Therefore, although there is still a slight connection in the third stage, it is not strong, and it will not be affected by the 'source' 'The influence of..." "Even if you reach the fourth stage of cultivation, it will only become food for the Great Sun Tathagata Curse... No, it is a pity to cultivate into food. It is better to go out to hunt a spirit... The cross breathing method still has potential. After all, it can be The technique of the saint... Therefore, the true realm of 'Scorching Sun' should be to use one's own will to control the original evil god's pollution, open up a new 'source', and cultivate into the 'original spirit'!" I have to say that Fang Xing is still a little tempted by this. Because this cross breathing method is very quick, after all, it is a series under the command of the 'Great Sun Tathagata Mantra', and can be blessed by the effect of this mantra. Not to mention, cultivating the evil god's fighting energy in this world is simply more powerful than a tiger. Not to mention anything else, there is that 'pale mother', and as long as you gnaw on its flesh and blood corpse, you can obtain a steady stream of 'energy' and even 'divinity'. There will be no problem at all in becoming a descendant of an evil god in the future. In fact, the speed will be incredibly fast. The descendants of the Evil God are powerful beings that can be compared to Martial Saints or even Martial Gods, but becoming a Saint with Fighting Qi can easily accomplish this.
‘I have the Great Sun Tathagata Mantra, which is also a path to the evil god... Could it be that I was born with a destiny to the evil god from outside the territory? ’ Fang Xing touched the corners of his eyes, feeling a little helpless. Now that he has condensed the relics of the Great Sun, he has no problem even looking directly at the descendant of the evil god. But it was different before. Not only did he see the corpse of a suspected alien evil god, but he also saw the growing descendants of the evil god and his high-ranking family members. Naturally, they would suffer backlash. Without being contaminated, his martial arts will was already extremely tenacious. "In this world, no matter the spirit, the great spirit, or even the original spirit... all have the only source, which is the 'Pale Matrix'..." "So... what can I get from this world? The divinity and authority of the evil god from outside the realm?" Fang Xing's eyes dimly lit... … The next day. The carriage moved on. After most of the day, a city appeared in front of everyone's eyes. It was a towering giant city, located next to a huge black mountain. A large river flowed from the edge of the city, and the sunlight reflected it, making it golden. "Finally we have arrived...the city of Duke Tulip - the City of Gold!" When Wall saw this scene, he finally let out a sigh of relief. The final destination of the young lady from the Sauron family was here, and he finally delivered her safely. "The City of Gold...the nearby mountain range seems to be very famous, called the 'Gron Mountains'?" Fang Xing was more interested in the mountains next to the city. He could feel that this mountain range was like lurking magma, and he didn't know when it would erupt. "Yes...there are many rumors about dragons in this mountain range. More than one hunter claimed to have seen a dragon shadow...but you and I both know that there are no dragons in the world!" Wall said something meaningful: "...Only the dragon spirit! A terrifying evil spirit of the 'Great Spirit' level sleeps under the mountains. It once wreaked havoc and was sealed by a saint from the Holy See... But When it was sealed, a prophecy was left that this dragon spirit would wake up one day and burn the entire city with its anger. " "Oh my God..." Sophia covered her lips: "I thought about it...when I was a child, there were many scary legends about evil dragons. Is this the original source?" "Great Spirit?" Fang Xing showed great interest, glanced at the mountain range again, and then followed the carriage into the Golden City. The gates of the Golden City are very high, in the shape of a triumphal arch, and the streets are very wide and can accommodate five carriages running parallel to each other. After advancing for a while, you can see a square. "This is Piazza Santa Maria..." The noble lady of the Sauron family suddenly became very interested: "I have been here before... and witnessed several trials hosted by the Holy See of Glow. They threw the 'witches' into the stake and burned them directly... using them Their souls are sacrificed to the Lord of Glow... Some 'witches' can even wail in the fire for ten hourglasses or more..."
Fang Xing couldn't help but curl his lips. Ten hourglass hours translates to nearly two hours. A normal person would never be able to live in the flames for so long, unless... he is a transcendent with a spirit on his back! "Fire, execution...even onlookers...are all part of the Holy See's ceremony. This is a kind of seal!" Wall spoke: "With the help of the Lord of Glow, we sealed most of the evil spirits..." "Well, there are quite few people in the square." Fang Xing couldn't help but wonder when he saw the white pigeons falling down one after another and looking for food in the square. "Huh? I remembered... At this time, all the citizens should be in the arena!" Miss Sophia said: "Duke Tulip built the largest gladiatorial arena in the duchy... It opens every once in a while, and citizens flock to it... Watching gladiator performances is the most popular trend among the upper class circles. I haven't seen it for a while. Here, I wonder if the gladiator king here is still Sinbad... He is a powerful man known as the 'King of Gladiators'. He already has seven championship titles and has sent the souls of countless gladiators to sacrifice to Hui. Lord of Light..." Nothing wrong! Opening a gladiatorial arena is not only a need for the lords, but also for the Glorious Holy See. Lords often threw condemned prisoners, slaves, and prisoners of war into the gladiatorial arena as consumables. As long as they can continue to win, theoretically they will never face the death penalty. In fact, a gladiator would be considered lucky if he could survive more than a year in the arena. Moreover, they will fight to their heart's content and use their own death to please the audience and the gods! Fang Xing looked at Wall and found that the upright knight fell into silence. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "It seems... In such a world, even the Holy See of Glow cannot avoid the bloody and crazy background. ah……" “The world after the extraterritorial evil god ‘Whale Falls’ is of unimaginable value to evil god researchers in the main universe…” … Duke's Palace. The current Grand Duke of Tulip is in his forties, with long burgundy hair, a beard, and soft facial features. He stood on a high tower, from where he could see most of the city. For example... the most conspicuous circular arena. At this time, one could even hear cheers coming from the arena. "Listen to the sound, Sinbad won the eighth championship in his career, right? How many gladiators did he execute today? Twenty? Thirty?" Grand Duke Tulip said with interest. There were no attendants behind him, only a man dressed like a scholar in a green robe and a vine collar around his neck. This was a 'bachelor', who was often the second son of a noble family. They had no right of inheritance and could only practice as knights or bachelors. Generally speaking, knights were preferred, and those without knight talent would go to school and become a knowledgeable scholar. If one was famous enough, he would be recruited by the upper nobles and receive a stable income. As for the fief? Don't even think about it... it would be quite good to be able to change jobs and become a butler.
In comparison, knights still had greater development potential. But this scholar was obviously different from the others. His facial features were very ordinary, the kind that would be hard to distinguish if he blended into the crowd, but his eyes were bright and seemed to reveal a touch of emerald green. "Sinbad just executed his 27th opponent... I believe so many blood sacrifices are enough to satisfy the bishop." The scholar answered like this, as if everything in the arena was still vivid in his mind. "The glory is gone, but the Church is still there... The Sadu Church, the Scholars Association... My Dukedom has only one request, that is, no chaos!" Tulip opened his mouth. At this moment, a servant trotted up the tower. He climbed so many steps in one breath, but his breathing was very even, without any heaviness, and he obviously had the strength of a formal knight. "Your Excellency the Duke... the lady of the Soran family has arrived and is ready to participate in the selection of the Holy Maiden of the Church." The servant bowed and reported. "Sophia of the Sauron family?" Duke Tulip smiled slightly: "She is a beauty, she is indeed qualified to be the Holy Maiden of the Church... If she were 20 years younger, I might have married her directly." At this moment, the eyes of the bachelor next to him were suddenly shrouded in emerald green. The bachelor's face was a little pale, and he took a few steps back, sweat dripping from his forehead. Seeing this, Duke Tulip immediately waved his hand to let the attendant retreat: "My 'prophet'... what did you see?" "Dragon... The shadow of the dragon's wings that covered the sky and the sun, covering the entire Golden City..." "But at the same time, there is hope in destruction... The person who can completely solve the dragon spirit has arrived!" The bachelor's eyes were dull, and his body was like a seizure, and he spoke his prophecy.