A white, crystal-clear three-petal lotus floated quietly less than half a meter in front of Fang Jie, and at this time Fang Jie had just shaken off a white lotus that was stuck to the tip of his Chaolu knife. When he turned around, he saw that the white lotus turned black in an instant. Then the size of the lotus began to grow, and it was afraid that it would explode in the next second.
Fang Jie, who had seen the power of the white lotus just a moment ago, suddenly had his pupils dilated, and his heart almost jumped out of his throat. He originally thought that he already had the strength to fight against practitioners, after all Xie Fuyao was a master with seventh-rank cultivation, and if Fang Jiezhen and Fang Jiezhen were to fight to the death, no one would be sure that he would win.
In the beginning, relying on his perception of the vitality of heaven and earth, Fang Xie accurately avoided Fang Henshui's fingers. He succeeded in getting close, and slaughtered Fang Henshui with the blood of the remaining knife. At that moment, Fang Jie already had the upper hand, and Fang Jie himself thought that this battle was about to be won.
However, the three-petal white lotus thrown by Fang Henshui instantly shattered Fang Jie's pride.
The timing and direction of the strikes of practitioners who have reached a certain level of strength are really hard to figure out, making it impossible to guard against. A few seconds ago, Fang Jie had the upper hand, and Fang Henshui seemed quite embarrassed after being cut on his chest. But in the next second, Fang Jie's arm was burned by the first white lotus, and now he was cornered by the second lotus.
Completely dead end.
This lotus flower that has been transformed into black is too close to Fang Xie, even if Fang Xie dodges immediately, it is too late to avoid it. Knowing that he was cornered, Fang Jie suffocated for breath, and his face instantly turned pale. And at this moment, the unyielding and unwillingness in his heart also emerged.
He obviously had the upper hand, but he was thrown into hell by a black lotus like this
People who can't use the vitality of heaven and earth really have no chance of winning against practitioners above the seventh rank
Unwilling!
anger!
Fang Jie's eyes fixed on the black lotus. If his eyes were hot enough, the black lotus might be melted.
Fang Henshui, who jumped away, had a proud smile on his lips. Although he was a little embarrassed by Fang Jie, he was sure that he was still the winner. The power of this black lotus is far higher than that of the previous white lotus, this is his strongest method. He was sure that as long as the black lotus exploded, even a stone within a radius of five meters would be shattered into powder. In fact, he even believed that Fang Xie would definitely die within ten meters.
He had seen victory coming, close at hand.
He felt that he could feel Fang Xie's unwillingness and anger, because he used to and often felt this way. Fang Jie is a lucky person, a genius recognized by the entire Sui Dynasty. He is the second person who has won the Nine Examinations of the Academy of Martial Arts in more than 100 years since the founding of the Sui Dynasty. Not only was he highly praised by the Academy of Martial Arts, even the emperor looked up to him with admiration. And Fang Henshui is just a policeman from a small remote county. If he hadn't had this trip to Chang'an, he was sure that he would have been busy for the rest of his life.
But just because he has experienced hardships that others cannot bear, now he has become a strong man.
He could even look at the genius of the Sui Dynasty, the charming son of the Yanwu Academy, with pity and contempt.
He has been thinking about how to kill Fang Jie, whether to destroy his self-confidence first and then slowly torture him to death, or kill him directly. When this day really came, he suddenly lost these thoughts, as long as he could kill Fang Jie, no matter how he killed him, his name would be legendary by the world.
A catcher from a small fishing village by the south of the Yangtze River actually killed the future star of Tai Sui.
What a joy it is.
At this moment, he even felt that the suffering, humiliation and torture he had suffered with wisdom could be forgotten. After killing Fang Jie, who else in the younger generation is better than him
Fang Jie's surname is Fang, and he is also surnamed Fang. Why is Fang Jie the most beautiful one
The black lotus grew rapidly, from the size of a peach blossom to the size of a bowl.
"Die!"
Fang Henshui gritted his teeth fiercely, his eyes froze suddenly.
As if Hei Lian had received an order, she suddenly trembled and then began to explode!
Fang Henshui's eyes were already narrowed, he knew that no one could save Fang Jie at this moment. Don't say that he has a ninth-rank great practitioner by his side, and don't say that he has many powerful friends. Up to now, even if Da Luo Jinxian appeared, he might not be able to pull Fang Jie back from the gate of hell.
If time can be slowed down a hundred times, then the process of the black lotus bursting can be seen with the naked eye.
The three-petal lotus opened outwards, and a mass of pure black in the heart of the lotus gradually enlarged. The petals separated, and black light radiated from the lotus heart to the surroundings, as if penetrating clouds and mists, strand by strand. Immediately afterwards, a large group of black things gushed out like a waterfall, and then expanded and exploded.
Of course, time cannot be slowed down by a hundred times, so the speed at which the black lotus exploded is completely invisible to the naked eye. Even Fang Jie himself did not doubt that the moment the black lotus exploded, he would be turned into pieces of meat.
However, if time can really be slowed down a hundred times, careful people can not only see the process of the black lotus bursting. You will also see a trace of change quietly happening in Lian's heart, and a trace of absolute red struggles out of the black.
No one else can see it, no way to discover it. But Fang Henshui could clearly perceive the subtle changes in the black lotus he created, so he immediately frowned. He stretched out his hand and grasped it, as if he wanted to urge Heilian to complete the explosion quickly. But he didn't succeed, the black lotus that had already burst was suddenly restrained by red threads gushing out of the lotus' heart, just like a blooming flower being strangled by thin red strings again. The three petals that had been separated were actually pulled back together by the red thread.
Fang Henshui turned pale with shock, watching helplessly that the black lotus he made turned bright red at a speed visible to the naked eye. So thorough and so delicately red, this is the lotus flower he created, but it no longer belongs to him. That red lotus... made him feel fear and powerlessness.
The lotus flower that had already burst into bloom has become perfect again, and the red beauty is breathtaking.
Fang Hen subconsciously looked at Fang Jie, but was frightened by a pair of red eyes and his heart stopped.
At this time, Fang Xie's eyes could no longer see the distinct black and white eyeballs, only pure red. And this kind of red is not the kind of festive red, but a strange red. Fang Henshui knew that his eyes would turn black when his cultivation reached its limit, and that was because of the inheritance he had obtained. Wisdom once said that the eyes will become extraordinarily powerful after receiving this inheritance. And depending on the inheritance and comprehension obtained, the color of the eyes will also be different.
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At this moment, Fang Henshui couldn't help but think of that night when it was raining heavily. In the huge tree cave at the foot of the north side of Banyue Mountain, the old monk Zhizhi told him a lot of secrets about the Buddhist sect. Among them, there was a secret that Fang Henshui remembered very clearly, and that was about the inheritance of the Buddhist sect.
At that time, the old monk wisely said that the amount of inheritance a person gets has a great relationship with his qualifications. The better the aptitude, the more perfect the inheritance will be. Wisdom said that even a waste like him who can't practice will become a real strong man once he gets the inheritance of the Buddhist sect.
And the place that most directly reflects how much inheritance a person has obtained is his eyes.
When Fang Henshui later found out that his eyes could turn into pure black, he was still a little annoyed when he recalled what the old monk Zhizhi said at that time. Wisdom told him that day that the eyes of those who have received the least inheritance will turn pure black. This is a kind of dark power, which can corrupt other people's cultivation and transform it into one's own inner strength.
And if a person's eyes turn pure black after receiving the inheritance of the Buddhist sect, it will be regarded as not much different from the failure of the inheritance. Because even ordinary people will become absolutely strong after being inherited. Fang Henshui once asked the old monk, are black eyes the most failed inheritance? The old monk replied that the more the inheritors get, the more the color of the pupils will change.
If you get less, you can't get rid of the true colors of black and white. Get more, and it is possible to change the color of the eyes.
Fang Henshui had been resentful for a long time because of these words, and the resentment and annoyance gradually disappeared when he hardly encountered any opponent. Because he knew that his aptitude was mediocre, and he knew that the inheritance he had received was not enough, but his black eyes still made him a little dissatisfied.
Although the inheritance he got was very unexpected.
But a person's greed is so great, he longs for it when he can't get it. When you get it, you crave more. And if you don't get more, you will feel resentment and anger. This kind of morbid psychology is like weeds in the garden, even if the garden is turned over, it cannot be eradicated. Nourished by a little gloomy rain, the sickness spreads rapidly.
Fang Henshui knew what made his heart full of weeds, but he didn't think it was weeds.
That is ambition.
Freaky ambition.
He got the inheritance of the old monk's wisdom by accident, from a humble person to a strong man with the power of practice. He even had fear when he first noticed this change in himself, because he didn't understand what it was at all. When he slowly groped and found that he had become different from the past, the hatred in his heart became more and more intense.
He is entitled to hate.
He endured too many hardships for no reason, and he turned out to be just an ordinary person. He had fantasized that he would become a master, but at that time he knew that this fantasy was unrealistic. Had it not been for such an accident, he would have married a fisherman's daughter and had several children.
He went to the Yamen to be on duty, and his wife took care of the housework at home.
That's it, an ordinary life.
However, how could Fang Henshui, who has changed his life, willingly go back to the past? Find a fisherman's daughter as a wife, live a mediocre life by the sea for decades and then have normal birth, old age, sickness and death? When he lived in the dilapidated courtyard on East 18th Street in Chang'an City, he looked at the bright moonlight in the sky and swore.
He wants to become a master, sleep with the most beautiful woman, live in the biggest house, have endless money and countless properties, and have countless people worship at his feet. When people mention his name, there is the most sincere respect in their eyes.
However, he didn't understand until he arrived in Chang'an City.
How hard it all is.
Then, he saw the most beautiful woman beside Fang Xie, and saw that Fang Xie lived in the courtyard of Sanjin Hou, eating and drinking without worrying about food and drink. Although no one worshiped him, every time he mentioned the name Fang Xie The people of the Sui Dynasty would be very proud.
So he hates.
However, at this moment.
His heartbeat almost stopped, and his face became extremely pale. The blackness in the pupils faded like the tide, and the rest of the eye sockets were full of fear.
"If you see a person's eyes are the purest and most bewitching blood color, then you have no choice but to kneel down and worship. They are the darling of this world, and no one can resist the gaze of those blood eyes."
This is... what the old monk wisdom said.
At this time, Fang Jie's eyes had completely turned blood-colored.
The lotus flower, which had turned into the size of a peach blossom again, coiled around his fingertips, and it was red and charming. As if alive, he voluntarily surrendered to the gaze of this young man with blood-colored eyes. The violent and arrogant black lotus no longer exists, although... the lotus is still that lotus.