"The second secret pattern... the effect of the activation is the 'flame world'? This move may seriously injure me..." Fang Xing's eyes were dark: "Good treasure, it is indeed a good treasure... the water in this world is really too deep." The disciple surnamed Song looked ordinary, but the Yuanshen treasure in his hand was so terrible. He was now glad that he did not provoke a strong man like Senior Sister Ning. The reason was very simple. Junior Brother Song had the Yuanshen treasure in his hand, so Senior Sister Ning could not have it. And... the power activated was enough to cause him to be seriously injured and even at risk of falling! He didn't know that the Yuanshen treasure was a real treasure for ordinary cultivators! Although Junior Brother Song's cultivation was ordinary, his ancestors had been rich and had a great cultivator of the seventh level of Yuanshen realm, so this 'Heart Flame Battle Sword' was passed down as a family heirloom. Now Junior Brother Song died and the inherited treasure was lost... a big family in the outside world might fall apart.
... One month passed quickly. When Fang Xing calmed down and didn't cause trouble, no one could catch his whereabouts. After a month, the disciples who came to the trial were either buried in the secret realm or returned victoriously, and the secret realm returned to its original tranquility. "Roar!" Fang Xing circled in the air and landed on his own Black Mountain. He looked around and was quite satisfied. There were no natural treasures in his place, and those disciples of the Seven Killing Demon Palace came here to destroy it. However, the fruit forest of the old white ape was really as miserable as a tornado passing through it. He flew to the old white ape and saw that the old white ape was holding an empty stone wine jar and crying: "My Hundred Fruit Wine... Those damned people not only destroyed my orchard, but also found and dug up my wine cellar..." "Okay, Old Sun... It's good to be able to save your life. Anyway, didn't you say that you still have twenty years of freedom? Fruit trees can be regenerated, and fruit wine can be brewed again..." Fang Xing comforted him. "That's right... I'm almost used to it anyway." The old white ape wiped his tears and muttered: "I went to see... The black wind python in the West Mountain was also beheaded, and even the snake gall was disemboweled. That was miserable... There are also the Golden Wind Lord and the Green Water Monster..." It muttered and said the names of many monsters. In fact, Fang Xing knew that there were more big monsters who died. However, in the next twenty years, more big monsters will be born one after another. After all, with the continuous irrigation and nourishment of the Emperor's Flowing Liquid, in this secret realm, whether it is natural treasures or monsters, they will thrive. ‘Twenty years... continue to comprehend the laws of space.’ Fang Xing’s eyes were dark, and he made a decision. …
Spring goes and autumn comes. On the Black Mountain. A black dragon was holding a wine jar and drinking. “Great!” Fang Xing threw the wine jar away and burped: “I, the Lord of Black Mountain... actually got the nickname ‘Old Black Mountain Demon’ among those little demons. I am speechless. Am I old?” However, now that the Ten Thousand Demon Realm has undergone a major reshuffle, many big demons have died, and the remaining big demons have indeed become old seniors. Of course, they still can’t compare with the old white ape. In the eyes of those little demons in the outside world, the black dragon is indeed an ‘old demon’, but he is a dead homebody. Apart from eating, he likes to hide in the cave and sleep... Fang Xing finished drinking the Hundred Fruit Wine and smacked his lips: “Old Sun’s craftsmanship has improved...” He sighed and went back to the cave to sleep. As for the size, it has always been fixed at about 25 meters long. If there is no breakthrough in the great realm, it seems that it cannot grow. He lay on the ground, closed his vertical pupils, and began to comprehend the law again. Fang Xing's consciousness merged with the myriad changes, and he comprehended the obscure fluctuations in the void. "The Illusionary Layer... There are a total of 69 structures, and I finally comprehended the last one... Counting the previous 18 years, it has been nearly 40 years, right?" "Sure enough, the space law is very difficult... I have observed the origin of space, and it will take nearly 40 years to barely advance to the third stage and break through to the 'mastery level'..." Just as he was comprehending, the last space structure of the Illusionary Layer finally unveiled its mysterious veil. At this moment, a new line of information appeared on the attribute panel: [Space Law: Proficient → Mastery! 】 [Space Law: 1/20000 (Mastery)] … "With this kind of understanding of the law, this time of traveling is not in vain." "Thirty-eight years in a blink of an eye...it's only a dozen days in the world of immortal cultivation. This is a supreme opportunity..." In Fang Xing's vertical pupils, strands of silver light flashed. If you look closely, you will find that the silver light is composed of countless tiny runes, each of which has a three-dimensional spatial structure, describing the mystery of the way of space. It keeps going deeper and deeper, all the way to the heart of the black dragon. "The understanding of the space law has reached the third stage, and you can condense the 'heart of space'! From now on, you can understand the fluctuations of space more clearly...and you can also condense the power of space rules." "As a higher-level law, the power of space rules is more terrifying than the power of fire rules. It should be able to easily split the void and even exile..." "Of course, the biggest benefit is that you can use the power of space rules to make better use of the void." Now, Fang Xing looks back at himself and always feels that he has used the power of rules too roughly.
The power of rules is better at leveraging laws, creating and evolving at the same time... It’s not just about destruction! At this time, Fang Xing's consciousness suddenly broke into the ethereal layer with the power of silver-white space rules. He even came to the Taixu layer, a layer of chaotic and confusing space structure. ——Illusory layer! "Space chaos... can be corrected by the power of space rules." Along with Fang Xing's thoughts, wisps of silver light flickered, and the illusory layer centered on his consciousness seemed to become stable. At the same time, his sight quickly rose up, and he seemed to see the entire 'Ten Thousand Monster Realm'! Even the black dragon's figure became a little illusory, as if it would disappear in the next moment. "Teleport!" "This is the true art of teleportation!" Fang Xing's eyes brightened: "The real teleportation technique must rely on the illusory layer! Use the power of space rules to stabilize the illusory layer... Then activate positioning, step out of the illusory layer, and you can teleport to the outside world. Thousands of miles!” This is completely different from that of a monk Yuanying who can teleport with the help of the Taixu layer, and can often only teleport hundreds or thousands of feet at a time. Not to mention that one is the spirit body and the other is the body, the difficulty is hugely different. Even in terms of distance, the difference is incalculable. "The distance of teleportation... is based on the distance that I can stabilize in the illusory layer now... In other words, wherever I can teleport to is the farthest I can sense in the illusory layer..." "If calculated by the Nascent Soul cultivator, the Nascent Soul consciousness is hundreds of miles in the material layer... and in the illusion layer, after the chaos stabilizes, moving one mile... is roughly equivalent to moving one trillion miles in the material layer? " "Sure enough, this is the real teleportation... A slight movement is the distance calculated in light years... But the farther the distance, the blurr the induction, and the possibility of teleporting to dangerous places is greatly increased." Fang Xing's consciousness resides in the illusory layer, silently observing the world of monsters. From this higher-dimensional perspective, the size of the Ten Thousand Monster Realm can be easily observed. This is an irregular continent about three million miles wide and eight million miles long, dotted with many giant lakes and oceans... "With my current ability to teleport, I can reach every place in the Demon Realm at will..." Fang Xing could even sense that there was a tight 'net' at the outermost edge of this small world! "If you use the space escape technique of the Taixu layer, such as Nascent Soul teleportation, you will never be able to escape... This world of ten thousand monsters is obviously the wealth of the Seven Kills Demon Palace, with seals and air restrictions... " "But I should be able to escape with the help of the teleportation technique in the illusory layer..." Fang Xing was a little moved immediately, but he quickly endured it. "No... Although I am confident that the Yuanshen Realm monks will not be able to catch me... but the Seven Kills Taoist is a powerful person in the Celestial Immortal Realm... a being who is suspected to be the Creator, no matter how much we value him." "Let's stick to the original plan. Anyway, the next demon invasion is coming soon."
The original plan was to use secret techniques to control a disciple as a slave, then disguise himself as a subdued pet and follow the disciples of the Seven Kills Demon Palace to walk out openly. This was the inspiration Fang Xing got from seeing Senior Sister Ning subdue Xiao Huang last time. For this reason, there are also secret books of "Ten Thousand Hearts" in these decades. He glanced at the properties panel: [10,000 Hearts: 3/400 (Master)] "The master-level soul control technique, as long as it is not seen by Taoist Qisha in person, there should be no big problem..." "Even if I fail, I can still use the teleportation technique to escape!" "Everything is ready now, just waiting for the extraterrestrial demon to invade again..." … A few days later. Next to the orchard. Fang Xing shrank in size and held a special wooden cup: "Old Sun, your wine-making skills are getting better and better..." But Bai Yuan ate the peach in his hand and looked at the fruit forest blankly: "It's been another twenty years..." "Yes, a catastrophe that occurs once every twenty years..." Fang Xing looked around and found a crow the size of a millstone and a large white-scaled snake. These are the most outstanding two-headed demon clan in the area in the past twenty years, and they have grown to the stage of great demons. "Grandpa White Ape, Master Black Mountain..." A child-like voice came from the crow's mouth. Fang Xing's face twitched and he continued to watch Bai Yuan rely on his old age. After the two big monsters left, he looked at the old white ape: "Why didn't you get them to agree to take action? Are you relying on me?" The old white ape shook his head: "Old Sun is worth it if he can live for more than a hundred years... If I don't run away this time, I will live and die with the Baiguolin!" "Then forget it... God will help you if you help yourself. If God doesn't help me, I will help you." Fang Xing flicked his tail and stringed up several bottles of wine: "As long as you practice the skills I have taught you over the years, there is no problem in hiding yourself, but you can't protect other monsters... Otherwise, there will be unexpected disasters. Remember Remember!” The words were spoken slowly, and his figure had disappeared...