This Master is Omnipotent

Others may not know why Fang Mingzhi was so crazy back then.

Liu Qingxuan knew it perfectly.

And the reason why he asked Fang Mingzhi just now is naturally inseparable from this point.

"Sect Master Liu, I don't know if I have something important to do with this poor old man?" Fang Mingzhi bowed his hands and smiled.

He just helped Feng Yangyu out of the siege, not for the Yin-Yang Demon Sect, but simply did not want the situation to develop to an uncontrollable level.

If Liu Qingxuan and Feng Yangyu fought, the situation would be too big.

In any case, if there is a war between the sects of the Demon Dao, the ones who will benefit will be the righteous thieves raised by the son of a bitch.

"Senior Fang."

A smile appeared on Liu Qingxuan's face, and he returned the salute: "Senior Fang, he is looking for the Soul Resurrection Orb."

Fang Mingzhi was still laughing at first, but the moment he heard the word "Resurrection Orb", his body froze instantly.

Immediately, his pupils shrank suddenly, and an incredible color appeared on his face.

"Also... soul... beads!"

Fang Mingzhi's hands trembled slightly, then he suddenly looked up at Liu Qingxuan, his eyes showed a hint of desire.

Over the years, he has not avoided the world, but has been walking in the world in order to find the revival orb.

It is not a secret that he is looking for the Soul Resurrection Orb, many people know it, and Liu Qingxuan knows this news is nothing.

But since Liu Qingxuan spoke like this, could it be that...

"Liu... Sect Master Liu... Could it be that you..."

Fang Mingzhi's eyes were full of hope.

Even the tone of speech is a little unstable, how can there be such a calm attitude just now.

- Resurrection Orb.

The legendary heaven-level magic weapon.

He has been searching for it for many years.

Liu Qingxuan sighed as he looked at the timid old man in front of him.

Fang Mingzhi was so high-spirited back then.

At this moment, in order to obtain the Resurrection Orb, it has actually become like this.

A hundred years ago.

Fang Ming knew that after becoming a saint, he always wanted to go to a higher realm.

But after years of seclusion, his cultivation has remained stagnant.

No one knows the path after the saint, and he can only grope for himself.

Fang Mingzhi understood that even if he continued to retreat, it would be difficult for him to go further.

But this retreat is not ineffective. He can vaguely feel the path after the saint, but the path is very unclear.

After he understood the saint, he was completely free from the mundane world.

And he has never entered the mundane world, and how can he escape from it.

He couldn't understand this in his heart at all.

There are all kinds of things in the world, and you must taste them in person to know their true taste; you must experience them in person to know their length and distance.

After Fang Mingzhi wanted to understand all this, he chose to leave the sect, concealed his identity as a monk, and merged into the mortal world.

In the end, he became a simple happy rich man.

Fang Mingzhi, who has no worries about food and clothing, has become a good person who is well-known far and near.

After that, he even married a virtuous and gentle wife.

It is the so-called life of a couple, half-drunk, half-awake and half-floating.

Even Fang Mingzhi was immersed in such days.

But Fang Ming knew that as a cultivator in the saint realm, marrying an ordinary woman would naturally not end well.

Can an ordinary person successfully conceive the offspring of a saint?

Obviously, the answer is no.

The level gap between the two sides is too great.

It is even said that being able to get pregnant is already a miracle.

But a miracle happened.

Fang Mingzhi's wife, Mu Weiwei, could be said to be overjoyed when she learned that she had flesh and blood.

Years of hard work finally paid off.

However, a huge shadow was buried in Fang Mingzhi's heart.

He knew that this child would kill Mu Weiwei.

He had already experienced all the various states of this world, but only "suffering" remained.

Although he has seen all the sufferings in the world, he has never experienced it himself.

If he can truly understand the suffering in this world, Fang Mingzhi will definitely understand his own path forward.

Sure enough, in the days that followed, Mu Weiwei lost weight at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The nutrients she can provide are simply not enough for the growth of the child in her womb.

Fang Mingzhi's expression became more and more tangled.

His heart had begun to tremble.

He could even imagine the end result.

In the days that followed, Fang Ming knew that heaven and man were intertwined, one side was his beloved wife, and the other side was the way he pursued his life.

After struggling for a long time, Fang Mingzhi finally made a decision. He wanted to personally understand the unborn child.

But how could Mu Weiwei be willing to destroy this hard-won child, and even forced her to die in the end.

Without this child, I would not live, just to give birth to this child.

"Husband, if this child is gone, how can the concubine continue to live in this world?"

Mu Weiwei had tears in her eyes, she was so pitiful, her face had long since lost the ruddy that represented health, and some were just pale.

She had long known that Fang Mingzhi was not an ordinary person.

And he will leave after a hundred years, but this child may be able to accompany Fang Mingzhi all the time.

"Will..."

Fang Ming knew that his heart was very entangled, and the more Mu Weiwei was like this, the more painful his heart was.

"Husband, this is the concubine's own choice."

Mu Weiwei snuggled into Fang Mingzhi's arms and touched the child in her belly with tenderness in her eyes.

This is their child.

The heirs of both of them.

"Husband, the child is moving, come and listen, our child is moving."

Mu Weiwei felt the fetal movement, she was overjoyed, and motioned to Fang Mingzhi to put her ear close.

Fang Mingzhi hesitated a little, then slowly squatted down, hugged Mu Weiwei's round belly lightly with both hands, and carefully pressed his face to Mu Weiwei's lower abdomen.

Feeling the fetal movement coming from the ear, Fang Mingzhi felt a pain in his heart.

The vigorous vitality of this child is exchanged by his wife's life.

But he felt an unprecedented throbbing in his heart.

In the end, Fang Ming knew that he couldn't really do it.

After all, this is his own child.

In desperation, Fang Ming knew that he could only find all kinds of medicinal herbs and natural treasures for his wife to take.

He even secretly used his own cultivation to warm up Mu Weiwei's body.

Even so, Mu Weiwei is still weakening day by day.

After all, she is only a mortal and has never cultivated.

Whether it is medicinal pills or other tonics, it cannot be over-supplemented.

Too much.

In this way, this body will continue to lose money...

Maybe it's the mother's love that triumphs over everything, or maybe it's Fang Mingzhi's efforts that have paid off.

After August, a skinny girl fell to the ground.

is a premature baby.

But in the end it was born.

"Husband... Jun..."

At this time, Mu Weiwei's body was withered, like an extremely old and dying person.

Fang Ming knew that he was holding his daughter in his arms, but he didn't have the slightest joy of being an old woman, only endless grief.

The wife is just a mortal, and the vitality in her body has already been overdrawn.

Fang Ming knew that he had given Mu Weiwei too many medicinal herbs.

Most of the medicine pills have expired.

Fang Mingzhi tried his best to save Mu Weiwei, but Mu Weiwei had reached the point of no return.

"Next... life..., this life... no... no regrets..."

In the end, Mu Weiwei just glanced at the child she gave birth to, then quietly passed away with a smile on the corner of her mouth.

This is her own choice.

But Fang knew that he could not accept this result.

He also finally tried the most extreme suffering in this world.

deepest pain.

When the darkest moment came, Fang Mingzhi finally felt the suffering of life and also felt his own insignificance.

At this moment, Fang Ming knew everything.

Also felt the way forward.