The Lord of Reincarnation

"Your Excellency really has the method of longevity?"

Jiang Yuhe breathed heavily.

"Eternal life is difficult, but immortality is easy, especially for you and other worms!" Fang Xian showed a strange smile.

Although the opponent caught him as a 'birthday gift', it could also be regarded as a disguised form of protection.

He didn't mind giving some chances.

After all, the 'Moth Transformation' and 'Moth Transformation Sword Technique' created at will have long been polluted by the power of evil gods, mixed with madness and indescribable power, and are not good things.

"Besides... I'm already half crazy... The idea of ​​a lunatic is just so arbitrary..."

Fang Xian laughed and recited a mantra-like mentality: "The worm is humble and tortured by thousands of people. Once it turns into a chrysalis, it breaks out of its cocoon and becomes a moth, soaring to the nine heavens..."

These originally ordinary words, after his 'chanting', have 'power'!

The eyes of Jiang Yuhe, Jiang Tao, Yi Wuji and the others became blurred, and they felt that their minds were stuffed into a ball of paste, and they carried some inexplicable knowledge.

The surrounding forest was silent, and in the darkness, shadows surged, as if something terrifying was attracted to it.

The first thing that appeared was a deep flame.

Behind the flames, there were more than a dozen pale palms flying in mid-air.

Accompanied by the sound of heavy footsteps, a huge monster that seemed to be spliced ​​together from more than a dozen human and beast limbs came out of the woods.

"It's a weird ghost fire! Flying palms! And the mountain of ten corpses!"

Yi Wuji was the first to come back to his senses and screamed.

Phantom fire is unpredictable and can burn people's souls. It is very terrifying, and it is also the most weird type that ordinary warriors do not want to encounter.

Flying palms are flying human hands. They are not only powerful, but also have amazing speed. More importantly, they can remove the palms of victims, making the group grow bigger.

The last mountain of corpses is a monster that Yi Wuji hacked to death. It is composed of countless broken limbs. It is most likely to appear in places with many dead bodies, such as cemeteries and battlefields.

At this time, the Mountain of Ten Corpses,

It means that there are not many corpses that make up it, and even ordinary people may be hacked to death with a knife or burned to death with fire.

But if it is allowed to accumulate continuously and become a 'mountain of hundreds of corpses', it will have to be done by experts in the rivers and lakes.

Once it is further promoted and becomes the 'Thousand Corpse Mountain' and 'Ten Thousand Corpse Mountain', it will be absolutely devastated, and the city will be wiped out, and non-immortal practitioners will not be able to match it.

These three heads are all weird, and ordinary pedestrians can't avoid them, but they didn't expect to be attracted together.

"It's a good time. If you want to cultivate the sword of moth change, how can you lose blood?"

Fang Xian came to a guard, Shi Shiran took the long sword, pulled a sword flower, and stabbed at Fei's palm.

Yi Wuji's eyes widened.

He can't imagine that there are such sword skills in the world!

Ordinary warriors would struggle with a flying palm for a long time and be careful.

And Fang Xian just stabbed at random, piercing flying palms like a string of gourds.

As a monster, the vitality of the flying palm is quite tenacious, and it can recover quickly after being cut. Only true energy and mana can restrain it.

But at this moment, the flying palms that were strung together seemed to be dead and stopped moving.

Not only that, the originally pale but thick palm suddenly became withered, as if it had lost a lot of vitality.

As for the long sword in Fang Xian's hand, on the blade, there are lines like blood veins, which are slowly wriggling.

"The power of worms and hogs is weak, you have to gather sand to form a tower, gather armpits to form a fur, in order to accumulate enough power to pupate... Simply put, it is to kill..."

Fang Xian sighed quietly: "So the sword of moth transformation is also a sword of killing life. The sword takes life and is for my use!"

"This sword of moth transformation has three forms, the first form turns into insects, the second style turns into pupa, and the third style turns into moths!"

At this moment, the cloud of ghost fire suddenly rushed over, wrapped Fang Xian, as if it wanted to burn him into a ball of ashes.

Fang Xian took his time and swung his long sword in a circle, immediately blocking all the flames.

The move of transforming insects, the sword energy becomes silk, penetrates into the limbs and bones of the victim, and absorbs vitality!

The trick of pupation is defense, like a giant chrysalis, impenetrable by wind and rain.

"The last sword, moth!"

Fang Xian laughed loudly, and suddenly swung out another sword light.

This sword is radiant, vast and infinite, completely different from the previous sinister and tricky swordsmanship, like a butterfly breaking out of a cocoon, wonderful and extraordinary.

puff!

The sword light directly extinguished the ghost fire, and then pierced straight into the mountain of ten corpses, cutting a huge gap, and blood flowed profusely.

In the next moment, the originally huge sword light suddenly turned into countless sword threads, piercing into the mountain of meat, like maggots attached to bones.

The huge mountain of meat withered quickly, fell down suddenly, and rotted quickly.

"I'll go too, haha..."

Fang Xian sheathed his sword, turned around and left.

No way!

Even if he only used a little strength, he still felt that the frightening madness had eroded to the limit.

Maybe in the next moment, he will become crazy again.

For him who devoured Nikolaia and only achieved level seven, madness was the mainstream!

Reason is just an occasional flash of inspiration in a long life.

...

In the dense forest, with a tap of Fang Xian's toes, the vitality he absorbed was transformed into true energy, and he traveled several feet away at an unbelievably fast speed.

"Nikolaya is far from gone...He is in my heart, in my mind, in my true spirit...Madness is inevitable..."

"I can feel... There is still a part of madness spilling out... Maybe it will become the weirdness of this world?"

"Finding him and killing him is my mission in this world!"

"Besides, how about those old friends, why don't you go and see...Shushan...hehe, those sword fairies are probably going to hate me..."

"Fortunately... this time it fell in Xinwu Kingdom, and there are not many immortal cultivators... Although I can deal with them, I may have to use too much power. It is not a good thing for me or for this world..."

Suddenly, all the reason in Fang Xian's eyes disappeared.

He fell headlong, fell into the rotten mud, and began to eat the soil.

Fang Xian's expression was crazy, as if the rancid soil was incomparably delicious, and he devoured it in big mouthfuls.

He's crazy!

However, Fang Xian's main consciousness has long been used to it, and it is regarded as a deep sleep.

He had been asleep for so long before, and it was not too late.

Well, the time of falling into madness this time must be much shorter than before, but even if you regain your sanity, there may still be madness.

Even so, he is still very confident in completing the task.

After all, he can sense the existence of Nikolaia and has a general direction.

In addition, the other party is crazier than him!

He can occasionally regain his sanity, but Nikolaia is a complete lunatic. Even if a trace of madness leaks out, the avatar formed is also full of madness.