Pure Yang!

Chapter 75 The whole family together, Zhenwu Jade Book (Subscription Request)

Time away from the world is enjoyable, who can control the birth and death of the world?
This body is not originally mine. After leaving this human body, I will become a ghost or god.

The golden light surged, almost exhausting all of Jiang Hu's true yang...

This is his talisman, and also a portrayal of his life. He fell into the evil spirit realm due to a serious sin, but he still has a heart that desires to seek the immortals and gods.

Life is not black and white. There are petty and despicable people, as well as bright and noble people.

I am the only one in the confusion of black and white, who says I am not one of them?
All the little things gathered here are like the vast law of nature. Whether good or bad, whether kind or evil...all are part of it.

There is no distinction, no likes or dislikes, just let nature take its course and let things happen as the situation demands.

There is only one true self, and I am called ghosts and gods!
However, this is not the most surprising thing.

"His soul can actually carry the invisible talisman?" Qi Ji's eyes trembled as he stared at Zhang Fan's soul.

If Jiang Hu's step touched him, then the incredible performance of Zhang Fan's soul at this moment shocked him greatly.

The gates of hell opened wide, and divine light shone brightly, like the rotation of yin and yang, and like the good and evil in the world!
Zhang Fan's soul glowed with an unprecedented brilliance, like black and white, flowing madly, no longer as clear-cut as before.

"Zhang Fan... who is he?"

Qi Ji's eyes were wide open, with only deep shock in them.

Rumble…

Five long rainbows spanned the night sky, emitting blazing flames, and rushed towards where Jiang Hulu was.

Zhang Fan's soul was like a ray of light blocking the way.

bang bang bang...

There were a few loud bangs and shattering sounds, the five dragons rotated, flames burst, and in the rolling air waves, Zhang Fan's soul remained motionless, and the runes imprinted on it gradually dimmed, like dust and sand, slowly disappearing.

"Failed..."

Qi Ji closed his eyes, his face turned pale, his body relaxed, and he slowly fell down.

After fighting here, he no longer had the energy to spare.

At this moment, he could only tremblingly take out his cell phone and dial a number...

"Won!"

Zhang Fan's soul returned to his body, but his dark gaze was cast towards Shen Qingli who was in a black dress in the distance.

"Aren't you going to take action?"

"Zhang Fan, the fate of the Xuanjian Treasure Scroll is my fate." Shen Qingli shook her head.

At this time, Jiang Hu staggered to Qi Ji's front and looked down at him.

"You won...but you can't change anything..." Qi Ji said in a deep voice.

At this moment, he had to admit that Jiang Hulu had an edge that he could not see.

Even so, he was unwilling to accept such a failure and the consequences it would bring.

Jiang Hu said nothing more and turned to walk towards the Talisman Refining Temple.

"Where are you going?" Qi Ji raised his head with difficulty and asked.

There was no response. Jiang Hulu's back, illuminated by the firelight, looked more lonely than ever before.

At this moment, he staggered and almost fell to the ground.

"Just rest."

Suddenly, a big hand came across and supported his shaky body.

"Zhang Fan..."

Jiang Hu was slightly startled, then shook his head: "I can save them."

"I know, exchange your life for theirs!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Jiang Hu's pupils suddenly contracted and he looked at Zhang Fan in surprise.

"Let me do it..."

"You?" Jiang Hu frowned.

"There are some things I want to verify."

As he spoke, Zhang Fan swung his hand, and it fell directly on Jiang Hu's neck like a knife, and the latter collapsed to the ground.

"Will you kill these two?"

Zhang Fan turned around and looked at Shen Qingli.

"You will die." Shen Qingli frowned.

“It doesn’t seem so.” Zhang Fan stood up and walked towards the Talisman Refining Temple. The door was open and a foul smell wafted in his face, as if rotten meat was fermenting and maggots were brewing.

Corpses were lying on the ground, some had their heads removed, some had their limbs broken, and some even had other parts eaten away...

"Once the rune is planted, it can annihilate the consciousness and cut off the seven emotions and six desires."

Shen Qingli's words echoed in Zhang Fan's mind. These people were planted with runes by the [Xuanjian Baolu], their consciousness was suppressed, and some of them directly became zombies.

In some cases, the seven emotions and six desires have not been completely cut off, but instead some parts have been infinitely magnified.

The runes condensed by the Xuanjian Treasure Sutra are like viruses. Due to individual differences, everyone's reactions and states are also different.

They are like sub-viruses. As long as they continue to spread, the souls of these people will become the food for the original virus to reside.

The original virus can be integrated with the soul.

In other words, as long as the host body is infinite, one can achieve immortality.

Deep inside the Refining Talisman Temple, some people were in a daze, slumped on the ground, their eyes empty and lifeless...

Some people's souls even began to split and bite each other...

Although some people have not been planted with runes, they no longer have the power to resist. They are like lambs to be slaughtered on an assembly line, waiting to be finally transformed by the [Xuanjian Baolu].

The strangest thing was that these people seemed not to have seen Zhang Fan and made way for him.

In the deepest part of the Talisman Refining Temple, the furnace that never went out had long since collapsed. There was no more flame, only charred carbon scattered all over the ground.

"Zhang Fan...you are the young man next to Jiang Hu."

The old voice echoed in the quiet room, and Zhang Fan saw a lump, let's just call it a lump, a huge mass of flesh squirming. The skin all over his body kept falling off, and then new one grew out, just like a snake shedding its skin.

The sticky, slippery red flesh and blood merged with the wheelchair beneath him, making them indistinguishable from each other.

The most important thing is that there are two faces on that piece of meat, one is extremely old, and the other is Shen Xiangrong.

On their chests is the mysterious tortoise shell that contains the [Xuanjian Baolu] condensed with primitive runes.

"Little devil? Your last name is Zhang? Everyone with the last name Zhang deserves to die..." The old face let out a hideous laugh.

"You've turned into monsters!"

Zhang Fan frowned and felt more and more sick. He secretly swore in his heart that he would never eat braised lion head again in his life.

"This is a kind of evolution... or the necessary transformation to become an immortal..."

A hint of sneer appeared in the old face and eyes.

"The universe is vast. Even if humans live for a hundred years, they are but mayflies, born in the morning and dead in the evening..."

"That's why they need to mate and continue their bloodline through reproduction..."

"But immortals are different. They live forever... any differentiation is a consumption..." The old face seemed to have seen through the secret.

If we say that human reproduction starts from the first one and has spawned thousands and millions of people, this is immortality in a sense.

To truly become an immortal, one must reverse this process and unite the scattered bloodlines into one.

At that time, that was true immortality.

"If you go forward, you will become a human being, if you go backward, you will become an immortal... The bloodline of the Shen family will also be united into one."

“This is what immortality is!”

"You are all the elixir I've been waiting for."

A sinister smile appeared on the old face, and then a tendril separated from the mass of flesh and fiercely stabbed towards Zhang Fan. The latter did not dodge, but stepped forward.

The flesh whisker pierced directly into Zhang Fan's chest.

"Young man, you really have an open mind."

The old face sneered, and the Xuanjian Treasure Scroll seemed to have self-awareness, emitting a faint glow, and strange runes were transmitted through the flesh whiskers and imprinted on Zhang Fan's chest.

"Congratulations on becoming our medicine." A look of satisfaction appeared on Shen Xiangrong's face.

The more individuals who are branded, the more souls they can host and replace, thus achieving true immortality.

"Either you die or I live!"

At this moment, blood flowed from the corner of Zhang Fan's mouth, but a crazy smile appeared on his face.

hum...

Suddenly, a faint mark on his chest glowed with mysterious light, just like a scar from heaven supporting the roundness.

"This is……"

"Let's see whether your Xuanjian Baolu is more powerful or my Zhenwu Yudie is more powerful!" Zhang Fan murmured in his heart.

(End of this chapter)