In addition to the life that is directly added to the attribute points, Zhang Rongfang also added an additional layer of martial arts, Taishang Mingxu Gong, in order to calm Master Zunxuan's heart.

Upgrade the previous mid-stage Nascent Soul to the late Nascent Soul stage. One plus and one minus will add an extra attribute point.

This promotion also made Yue Dewen's heart drop, and he realized that his previous decision to let him go was the right one.

"By the way. The one who is following us is led by the owner of Golden Wings, Cheng Hui. This traitor seems to be planning to gain power by stepping on the flesh and blood of his old employer..." Zhang Yunqi also looked gloomy and ugly when he mentioned this person.

"Golden Wings Tower... I used to be the spirit envoy there... I miss it a bit..." Zhang Rongfang saw that he was a little worried, so he showed a relaxed smile.

"Don't worry, Uncle Zhang. Is everything okay?"

"As long as you have an idea." Zhang Yunqi nodded.

He is also worried that if his racial identity is exposed, the Taoist Sect may not necessarily protect Zhang Ying.

Because the secret treasure of the East Sect involves the foundation of all god-worshipping warriors.

"Also, the method of killing the god-worshiping warriors, especially the core of the statue, must not be spread. Otherwise...there has been a precedent before. They will kill everyone who may know about it!" Zhang Yunqi warned again.

"You mean... massacre the city?" Zhang Rongfang felt cold in his heart.

"The Lingting Palace is so high up there that it doesn't care about the life and death of the ants under its feet. It can massacre the city even if it colludes with the secret sect to cause rebellion, let alone more important things like this." Zhang Yunqi sighed.

"..." Zhang Rongfang was speechless.

After many contacts with the spirit royal family, he also discovered that these people had already separated themselves from everyone else.

In their perception, there are only two kinds of people in this world.

One kind, the spiritual royal family.

Another kind, servant.

"Forget it, let's not talk about this. Have you made any progress with your previous attempts?" Zhang Rongfang asked.

It has been a year, and it has been very difficult to study the god-worshipping warriors they captured.

This group of people are basically immune to the drug and have extremely high resistance.

A little more intense research may stimulate their spiritual explosion.

The only thing you can do is to keep trying various methods to see if you can speed up the time to kill them.

"So far, we have tried many methods, and the only one that works better is to bury it deep underground." Zhang Yunqi sighed.

"But if you bury it deeply, you will still be exploded by spiritual explosions again and again, and you will come out again.

At most, we can trap it for a while." Zhang Rongfang shook his head.

"By the way, aren't you busy with something today? Why did you come here suddenly?" Zhang Yunqi stood up, feeling a little confused at this time.

During this period of time, he and Zhang Rongfang basically took turns guarding the experimental cave. Very few people would come over in advance.

After all, everyone has a lot to be busy with.

"I have some ideas that I want to test." Zhang Rongfang said seriously.

He recalled what he had talked with that bearded Yuesheng today.

'Everything has a heart...' This sentence flashed through his mind like lightning and could not be dissipated for a long time.

‘Yes, if there is no heart, why do the spiritual threads gather back to worship the body of the divine warrior instead of gathering somewhere else?

If there is no heart, why does the spiritual thread explode with the body of the god-worshipping warrior as its core?’

'We didn't pay attention at first. We were completely frightened by Lingluo's exaggerated self-healing and resurrection capabilities. We deliberately ignored this aspect.'

Zhang Rongfang thought as he quickly entered the depths of the cave.

Soon we came to a dark pit hall.

He jumped down and jumped into the pit.

At the bottom of the pit is an open space the size of a square basketball court.

A motionless long-haired woman covered in blood and flesh was tied up in the open space.

Zhang Rongfang stepped forward, pulled out the knife, and lifted the woman's chin.

Her long hair spread out, revealing a woman's face.

That was clearly Han Jia, the Lingluo who followed Zhu Wanguo.

She was also the female assassin who had previously been in Princess Yongxiang's team, tried to assassinate him, and framed him for the True One Cult.

Putting down the knife, Zhang Rongfang just made sure that she was still alive.

At this moment, he had an extremely strong feeling in his heart. Maybe... with this idea, he could find the key to quickly kill the god-worshipping warrior!

"Heart...."

He raised the knife horizontally and suddenly swung it across Han Jia's throat.

"Come and let me see, where are you?"

As long as he reaches the spiritual explosion, he may be able to measure the distance through the spiritual explosion range, and then work backwards to calculate the center point of the spiritual explosion.

Because according to his observation, every spiritual explosion will form an almost perfect circle.

And this is obviously a special phenomenon caused by a uniform explosion from a point.

Anyway, this time...

He had a strong feeling.

Using dark light vision, maybe... it can really be done.

With a bang, the rope broke. Han Jia fell to the ground and stood up slowly.

She had not eaten for a long time, her eyes were blurry, her pupils were dilated, and she was basically in a coma.

But her body still has instincts.

This is the exaggeration of worshiping gods and warriors.

Just like the railway people Zhang Rongfang met back then.

Even if their consciousness disappears, they still have basic offensive and defensive capabilities.

laugh!

laugh!

laugh!

Zhang Rongfang quickly struck out with his sword again and again. No matter how Han Jia tried to dodge and defend, it was of no use.

His current level has far surpassed Han Jia's third level of external medicine.

Zhang Rongfang swung the knife in his hand again and again, and he was also recalling the situation in the previous experiment.

They had tried to find the core of the god-worshiping warrior before, but they couldn't find anything.

And now, if it is true as Na Yuesheng said, he is really serious.

Then maybe their previous method was wrong.

'The heart unifies everything, is the source of all power, and connects everything. If it really exists, in addition to calculation, I can also find it through the trajectory of the spiritual thread's departure and return!'

Others can't see the trajectory of the spiritual thread in the body after it returns, but he can try!

The thoughts in Zhang Rongfang's heart solidified.

The hands moved continuously, and the blade waited until Han Jia had just recovered, and then slashed away.

Time passes little by little.

The weather was unknown in the cave, and when he was killing people, Zhang Yunqi also came in to take a look.

But he said nothing and turned around to leave.

As a year passed, it became increasingly unclear to him what the strength of this Taoist master was.

The last time they fought, neither side made any serious moves and it was evenly matched. But that was a year ago.

And now...

puff!

The last sword Zhang Rongfang held was the Qiulin sword from Zhu Wanguo. The sword was extremely sharp and was the sharpest among all the weapons he had ever dealt with.

Of course, after annihilating the secret sect, this knife became his portable sword.

A flash of silver light cut through Han Jia's neck.

Before the blood seeped out, Zhang Rongfang suddenly retreated, retreated tens of meters away while breathing, and waited quietly.

In the middle of the pit, Han Jia stretched out her hand to cover her bleeding throat, but to no avail.

The last time she died, she seemed to have regained her consciousness, staring intently at Zhang Rongfang with her eyes.

"I...will wait for you down there...!" Unfortunately, these words were blurred because of the chopped throat.

She bent over and her body began to tremble.
To be continued...