Purely from the perspective of a Maoshan disciple, Fu Yang is really outstanding!
He has been practicing Taoism for less than four months and is already in the late stage of the mage realm.
You must know that Ah Huang, who is also considered to be more talented in Taoism, has been obsessed with Taoism since he was a child, and spent three years studying with his master! (Although the master was unreliable and not serious in teaching...)
But Fu Yangnyima is basically self-taught! A pure wild way.
Not only that, he is also very strong in actual Taoist fighting. After all, he has fought on the edge of life and death with real swords and guns.
Such disciples, whether they are Taoists or Buddhists, must be cultivated as the most precious future generations of disciples.
And being given the "Maoshan Headmaster's Seal" is actually a hidden benefit for Maoshan disciples...
But for Fu Yang, this is not a welfare, but a disaster!
This kind of curse mark that is marked as having potential and even being qualified to participate in the competition for the headmaster is deeply imprinted on the three souls and seven souls. It will not be erased by anyone.
But Fu Yang's three souls and seven souls are really not simple...
If Tao Hongjing wants to give Fu Yang the Maoshan Headmaster Seal, of course it will trigger a crazy counterattack by the ghost power!
That's why when the gift was more than halfway through, the power of the ghost burst out on its own to resist Tao Hongjing.
"You...are not a disciple of Maoshan at all! He Fang Xiaoxiao actually dares to deceive me!"
The Taoist priest composed of this light mechanically repeated what he just said.
He was obviously extremely angry, and his voice was like an explosion of thunder, which made Fu Yang's head buzz, as if he had been hit on the head with a big hammer.
"I'm a fool! I've exposed my secret! It's over now!"
Fu Yang's heart felt cold, and an unprecedented fear surged in his heart.
That is the founder of the Maoshan sect!
Even if it's not real, it's just a mental imprint similar to a computer program. It's enough to crush him to death like a little bug!
What's more, he is obviously a disciple of ghosts, but he "pretends" to be a disciple of Maoshan. He does have a little bit of guilt...
He was so pissed that he had already attached three or four magical talismans to his legs, and rushed towards the entrance of the Taoist temple at the speed of being chased and bitten by a hundred mad dogs!
"Weike said, things can't be done at the right time. Even if you can't be buried, you still have to save your life!"
Fu Yang is not a timid coward.
On the contrary, he is more courageous and actually lawless in his heart...
This can be seen from the fact that when he was still an ordinary person, he dared to smile for Bo Qinmei, and went alone at night to look for the portrait of the deceased in Xishan Cemetery, which was rumored to be haunted.
But, being brave and being stupid are two different things.
A Taoist priest who has just been practicing Taoism for four months is trying to confront the founder of the Maoshan sect - even if it is just a trace of a mark, this is definitely stupid!
Of course our classmate Fu Yang didn't think he was stupid, so he turned around and ran away...
But it's too late!
Not to mention Tao Hongjing's identity and strength, even if an ordinary person is as huge as thirty or forty meters tall, he is still a terrifying existence!
So before Fu Yang could even run half the distance, he felt as if he was hit in the back by a Dongfeng truck with maximum horsepower.
A sharp pain, accompanied by trembling all over the body, flew forward...
It was much more painful than being hit by the ghost king Liu Mingming with a black iron lamp more than one meter high in the Bone Temple under the lake in the forest farm!
"It hurts so much..."
He could only let out a scream, flew out for more than ten meters, and collapsed on the smooth Taoist temple ground like a rag doll. Streams of blood flowed from his mouth, nose, and ears.
I felt so weak that I tried several times to stand up, but to no avail.
And this... is just the power of a slap from the huge "Light Man"!
If this guy were punched or stepped on, wouldn't he burp on the spot?
"What should I do? What should I do! Although this is illusory fear, my soul has entered it. If I die, my soul will be destroyed, and I will really die..."
Fu Yang was extremely anxious and frightened.
In fact, what he didn't know was that not only his soul, but his physical body was actually connected to it!
In the real world, Wei Ke directly saw Fu Yang's physical body shaking violently, a look of extreme pain on his face with his eyes closed, and his brows tightly knitted together.
Dark red blood, like a small snake, flowed out of his nose, ears, and mouth!
It is not an exaggeration to say that the seven orifices were bleeding!
"Fu Yang! What's wrong with you?!"
Wei Ke was shocked, and his delicate and beautiful face suddenly showed an expression of fear.
Her whole body turned into a stream of white light, and with a single stroke, she came to the periphery of the spiritual energy array she had arranged.
She had long expected that as a successor of Ghost Dao, it would be extremely difficult to carry out the burial ceremony, with life and death on the line!
Even though Fu Yang's body and soul are extremely tough and his ability to heal himself is terrifying, he might not be able to withstand it...
That's why she put a lot of effort into setting up this "spirit gathering formation" a long time ago!
Blah blah, blah blah!
There was a strong wind all around. Centered on the tree house where Wei Ke usually lived, the surrounding vegetation and rocks all emitted strong streams of something similar to white mist, which quickly moved towards Fu Yang's body!
It was like a whirlpool, and the center of the whirlpool was Fu Yang's body!
"Fu Yang, come on! I hope this formation I have set up can help you get through it. If it doesn't work... give up the ordination and return your soul to its place as soon as possible!"
Wei Ke stood outside the formation, holding his hands tightly together.
Because I was too nervous and exerted too much force, my knuckles were a little white.
At the same time, in the illusory space of Sanqingling.
"Damn it! I can't do this. I want my soul to return to its place. Why can't I contact my physical body?"
Fu Yang struggled to crawl out while vomiting blood.
From the moment he entered this huge Taoist temple, which was comparable to the China Pavilion at the World Expo, he had already felt that the looming connection between the soul and the body was severed!
In other words, as long as he is still in this Taoist temple, even if he wants to give up this ordination, he can't.
It's like when you play a game where you only have one life, and when you encounter a big boss that you can't defeat, you want to run away...
Yo! Fuck! The forced exit is broken!
Does it feel like the egg is about to break?
This is the true portrayal of Fu Yang's current mood...
"What the fuck! No matter if you are the remnant soul of Maoshan Patriarch or some ghost thing left behind by him, it's not that easy to kill me! I won't catch you without any effort. Maoshan Summons the God, Giant Spirit Finger!"
Fu Yang roared with blood in his mouth and used Taoist magic.
The strong wind blew, and a huge finger appeared out of thin air, blasting towards Tao Hongjing's light and shadow.
Well...it's said to be huge, but it's actually not as big as someone's little finger!
What's the use of this damn thing?
Sure enough, the Taoist priest figure made of light didn't even have the interest to reach out to block the "Finger of the Giant Spirit". He directly stepped out with a huge foot and kicked Fu Yang!
Puff, a soft sound.
The giant spirit poked someone's knee with one finger, and as expected, it collapsed and disappeared without even a bubble popping up...
"Damn it, uncle! Your knees are really hard. That's all, my life is at stake! If I hit it with this kick, I'll be damned dead."
Fu Yang's face was covered with blood, and he felt despair in his heart.