"Your poison is interesting..." Fang Ling was slightly surprised.
This is the first poison-using monk he has encountered since coming down the mountain.
The poison of the Taoist witch is different from the poison he has practiced since he was a child. It is a poison that specifically attacks the soul!
He once heard Fat Master say that there are two types of poisonous paths in the world.
One is the poison of medicine, and the other is the poison of witchcraft.
Medical poisons are the most common and mainly target the physical body.
The poison of witchcraft is very rare. It is an ancient technique that specifically targets the soul.
At this moment, Voodoo was constantly attacking his soul, trying to break through that barrier.
But that layer of barrier was placed by the old monk with white eyebrows in order to protect his soul from being obliterated by the Demon Ancestor's Heart.
Needless to say, its strength is so strong that not even this ancient voodoo can break through it.
"One, two, three..." The Taoist Wu was counting to himself, but he immediately felt something was wrong.
"Impossible, why aren't you dead yet?" He unconsciously took a step back and turned pale with shock.
"Actually, you are not the only one who is good at using poison." Fang Ling smiled, and a colorless and odorless poisonous gas escaped from his body.
The poisonous gas quickly spread and poisoned people nearby to death on the spot.
Seeing that the situation was not right, the Taoist wizard who wanted to grease his feet also screamed and fell to the ground, wailing and rolling.
At this time, his old face was swollen and his skin turned a strange eggplant purple color.
The seven orifices continued to bleed and the body became stiff.
"You are so young, how can you be so powerful in your poison skills?" The Taoist Wu's eyes were as wide as a copper bell.
Although he majored in the poisons of ancient witches and poisons, he did not give up on the poisons of medicine, and he also had profound knowledge.
But he was unable to resist the toxins released by Fang Ling, and his own anti-toxic barrier collapsed in an instant.
"So my poison skills are so powerful..." Fang Ling was a little surprised when he saw that the Taoist wizard was almost dying.
"It seems that Fat Master's poisonous insects are more powerful than I thought..."
The Taoist Wu's cultivation level is not low, but he is in the early stage of Yuheng.
And since he has lived for thousands of years, his poison skills must be extremely profound.
But such a poisonous cultivator was crushed by his more than ten years of practice.
"Baby, I have fallen into your hands."
"But don't think about it, I have prepared a generous gift for you!"
The Taoist wizard who was lying on the ground dying suddenly stood up like a carp.
However, he was not standing steadily and seemed to be about to fall down at any moment.
Fang Ling didn't know what other methods he had, but he wouldn't just stand there stupidly waiting for him to use them.
He raised his sword and lowered it, instantly cutting the Taoist wizard to pieces.
"You think you can escape like this? Don't even think about it!"
"This is the ancient forbidden death spell that I cast as a sacrifice of my own life."
"No matter how strong your soul is or how exquisite your magical powers are, you can't avoid it."
"The death curse, the death curse, is to make you unable to live and unable to die!"
"Hahaha! I'm waiting for you in the underworld!"
Although the Wu Taoist's body was chopped into pieces by him, Fang Ling still heard his voice.
A blood curse was condensed, ignoring time and space, passing through the barrier constructed by the Golden Soul Curse, and imprinted on Fang Ling's soul.
The moment the blood curse entered his soul, Fang Ling almost fainted from the pain.
This kind of pain was even more terrifying than the heart-breaking and bone-cutting nightmares he had when he was a child.
"Even Grand Master's Golden Soul Curse couldn't be blocked..." Fang Ling half-knelt on the ground, holding tightly to his head that was about to explode.
"Look, this big devil is injured!"
"Quick! Take advantage of his illness and kill him. Kill him quickly!"
"Come on! We can't get out anyway, and we will all die anyway. We have to fight him!"
The monks watching the battle nearby responded to the call and all rushed towards Fang Ling.
Fang Ling, whose soul was shattered, raised his head, his face distorted by the intense pain.
He held the blood sword again and looked at the crowd.
Fang Ling's crazy look made many people timid, and they gave up their swords and ran away.
But some people still came over and attacked him.
"Damn it, this demon's physical body is too strong and there's no way he can break through his defense."
A sword cultivator looked at his sword that shattered on the ground and was stunned.
But the next moment he was split in half vertically, and the scene was extremely bloody.
Fang Lingti swung his sword to kill everyone. He found that while killing, the pain of his soul could be relieved a little.
Or maybe it wasn't because of killing people, but because I was distracted by doing other things, so it eased a little.
I don’t know how long it took, but this weather-beaten city finally fell silent again.
Fang Ling stabbed his natal blood sword heavily on the ground, allowing it to absorb the evil spirit of blood.
Then he raised his head and swallowed the sky and the earth.
The dots of life origin condensed into a galaxy, which he swallowed in one gulp.
His body began to expand, and in an instant he became a three-foot-tall giant.
But in an instant, he changed from a giant to his original self.
It's just that his skin is a little strange, turning dark red.
"I have just started to learn the Taotie Magic Skill..." Fang Ling looked at his dark red skin and nodded secretly.
Master Manzi said that when his body begins to change, this magical skill can be truly introduced.
At this time, Fang Ling felt that he had endless strength. If there was a mountain lying in front of him, he would definitely blow it up with one punch.
He roared angrily, and his red skin began to fade away, returning to his normal flesh color.
He could clearly feel that his strength had weakened a bit.
"That should be what Master Manzi said, the body of the devil's prison."
"After transforming into the body of the Demon Prison, the physical body will be greatly enhanced, but the reason and consciousness will be suppressed."
His strength was improved, but Fang Ling was not happy at all.
Because the Taoist witch's death spell really made it impossible for him to live or die.
He didn't know how to resolve the severe pain in his soul. The trip to Wuliang City made him feel that the gains outweighed the losses.
The blood sword over there continuously absorbs the blood evil of millions of monks in the city, and its aura becomes more and more terrifying.
Then, black lines appeared on the blood sword, making the originally monotonous blood sword even more mysterious.
"It should be the blood evil pattern that Master Jian mentioned. It is the Dao pattern that is born when the blood evil energy condenses to a certain extent."
"If ordinary people have an unstable mind, they will be affected by the evil blood marks when they see them, as if they are in a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, and eventually die of fear."
Fang Ling murmured, pulled out the bleeding sword and slowly walked towards the east gate.
He has finished cultivating, and all that is left in the city are white bones...
Not long after he left Wuliang City, two figures appeared in the sky above Wuliang City.
"Miss, although this person has been kind to us."
"But we'd better not get too close to him. This person is too demonic..."
The old woman looked at the dead bones on the ground and shook her head.
Shangguan Haiyue looked at the direction Fang Ling left and murmured: "Just because he saved me once, I want to save him once too."
"He must be pulled out of the abyss, otherwise he will not end well."
"But with my ability, I definitely can't help him..."
"But we met Master Zizhu in the chess city a few days ago. With her skills, she can definitely make Fang Ling change his ways!"
"Master Zizhu?" The old woman nodded, "If it's her, then maybe..."