At night, the fire was bright, and the candle on the golden cup seemed to be extinguished at any time.
In the dancing firelight, the shadows of the five people intertwined in confusion.
"Have you all noticed it too?" The old monk raised his head slightly and asked.
"Little Fang Ling's heartbeat is getting weaker and weaker... It should stop soon."
Zhao Manzi: "The demon heart has failed many times in seizing its body over the years. I guess it wants to give up and doesn't want little Fang Ling to absorb its energy in vain."
"Although the devil's heart is fused with the Chaos Holy Body, the consciousness of the devil's heart still exists. If it is not wiped out, it will be a big hidden danger after all." The big fat man said solemnly.
Sword Demon: "The problem now is that the demon heart has stopped working. If it stops beating, little Fang Ling may not live long."
The flower thief scratched his head and wanted to say something, but he had no idea.
"Is there any way to force it to beat?" he asked.
No one said anything. With their abilities, there were few things in the world that could stump them.
But there was nothing they could do about it, after all, it involved things that were beyond their reach.
"I will help him extend his life, it will be no problem for hundreds of years." Zhao Manzi said solemnly.
"Extended life for hundreds of years?" The flower thief smiled and said, "Barbarian, you are trying to put your life's skills into it."
"You've only raised him for a few years, but have you really developed feelings for him?"
Zhao Manzi looked at him and smiled.
"I don't know who secretly injected the energy of origin into little Fang Ling's body yesterday, hoping to restore his normal heartbeat."
"It's a pity that Rou Baozi's beating of the dog was not only useless, but also restored the devil's heart a little bit," he said.
The flower thief immediately became anxious and started jumping up and down: "I did it just for fun!"
"I have a lot of original Qi, what's the matter with just playing around?"
"Okay, don't make any noise, I'll wake up the little guy later." The old monk raised his hand and motioned for the flower thief to sit down.
Suddenly, the five people seemed to notice something unusual, and their expressions suddenly changed.
They arrived at Fang Ling's room in an instant.
"Huh? Master, why don't you sleep?"
Fang Ling fiddled with a ball of black energy in his hand and blinked at the five masters who suddenly appeared.
The old monk and others looked at the black gas in his hand, their eyes widened, and they were so shocked that they could not speak.
The black energy in Fang Ling's hand is the remnants of Demon Ancestor's heart, which is also the consciousness of Demon's heart!
At this moment, this trace of residual thoughts was actually stripped away!
"Xiao Fang Ling, what is this in your hand..." the old monk asked.
Fang Ling: "I've been feeling uncomfortable and depressed lately."
"I was already asleep just now, but suddenly I felt uncomfortable and woke me up."
"I felt like there was something blocked in my heart, so I got it out."
"How did you get it?" Sword Demon asked.
"It was hiding inside and refused to come out, so I forced it out, and it came out!" Fang Ling gestured with his hands.
"This thing looks uncomfortable. I want to throw it away, but it keeps sticking to me."
"Master, can you help me get rid of it?"
The old monk hummed slightly and stretched out his left hand.
All he saw was a golden swastika appearing in his palm.
He stretched out his hand, and the black air suddenly made a sizzling sound and quickly dissipated.
"Wow! Master, this swastika mantra is so powerful, I have to learn it quickly!" Fang Ling's eyes sparkled, and he was very excited.
"Sleep first!" The old monk smiled kindly, raised his hand and touched his little head.
Then the five people disappeared from the room in an instant and returned to the main hall.
No one spoke, just you looked at me and I looked at you.
After a while, the flower thief laughed: "This little brat has made people worry for nothing."
"It turns out that the Holy Body of Chaos is so powerful. It's really unexpected."
Zhao Manzi: "His physique has mutated long ago."
"The holy body was incomplete back then, so I used the heart of the Demon Ancestor to make up for it."
"The heart of the Demon Ancestor is eternal and can supply endless energy."
"The incomplete holy body was absorbed like crazy. After several years of development, it not only recovered its vitality, but also surpassed it."
"You still don't know that his blood eye has stabilized and possesses extremely terrifying power."
"Oh? Tell me carefully." Sword Demon said curiously.
"According to my judgment, his bloody eye can distort space, or even open it directly!" Zhao Manzi said solemnly.
"When facing the enemy in the future, I will easily disintegrate the enemy's attacks."
"You can even directly exile the opponent to the endless void without losing any blood!"
"And his two treasure bones that were dug out have almost recovered." Zhao Manzi added.
"I saw the most primitive runes on these two precious bones."
"Haha, those little thieves who gouged out the heart, eyes and bones back then could never have imagined that little Fang Ling is not only alive now, but has become even more terrifying." The flower thief said with a smile.
"With his potential, it is very possible that he will surpass that guy Bai Di in the future."
"We were all defeated by Bai Emperor. If we could train a disciple to defeat him, we would be proud of ourselves!"
"The most terrifying thing about this little guy is not his physique, but his understanding." The old monk with white eyebrows said calmly.
"He learned Manzi's Xinghe Boundless Fist in two years."
"According to my estimation, in another three years, I will be able to practice the swastika mantra."
"Actually... this little guy learned my magic technique last year." Flower Thief muttered in a low voice.
When the big fat man heard this, his eyes widened and he snorted: "You said you wouldn't teach him any magical powers, but you turned your back on us and let him learn all the magic steps!"
The flower thief sneered, silently daring not to speak.
They had agreed at the beginning that they would not teach him how to practice before he was three years old, and they would start teaching him after that.
However, he violated the rules and secretly taught his magical skills to little Fang Ling when he could just walk.
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That night, Fang Ling slept peacefully.
He had never slept so comfortably as he did last night.
Every day for the past five years, he has actually had the same dream.
Dreaming that someone had his heart, eyes, and bones cut out, no matter how much he begged for mercy, the other person would not let him go.
He repeated this dream countless times, often waking up in the middle of the night.
This sleep lasted until noon the next day.
He was sleeping soundly and dreamed that he was eating delicious food.
But suddenly, a cold and stern voice brought him back to reality from his dream.
"What time is it now?" Sword Demon stood in front of the bed, looking at him seriously.
Fang Ling was blinded by the bright light from outside and muttered: "I slept so well last night, I didn't have that nightmare."
"I will never have that nightmare again." The sword demon said calmly.
The reason why Fang Ling has had this nightmare repeatedly over the years is because of the Demon Ancestor's heart.
Now that Demon Heart's consciousness has been completely erased, of course he will not repeat that nightmare again.
"Really? That's great!" Fang Ling was so happy that she immediately climbed out of bed.