C3 Godly Demons Opening the Heavens

Once he made a decision, Fang Ling would no longer hesitate. This could be said to be a habit that Fang Ling developed after becoming a rebel and a king within the soul for ten years.

Hesitation was a weakness of a person. Making a decision but not immediately executing it was a fatal weakness of a person. It could be said to exist between ten years of traitors escaping, chasing, and killing!

Early in the morning, when the mist had just dissipated, Fang Ling had woken up early and was standing in the yard.

At this moment, Fang Ling was holding nothing in front of him. He slowly executed a set of 10 movements.

With both hands searching for the moon … Every single move he executed was flawless, without a single hint of fireworks or any presence at all.

This set of ten moves could be said to have been widely used in his previous life. It was a move that the technology of humans had developed to its peak. According to the old Chinese martial arts techniques, these ten moves could stimulate the cells' activity if one persisted in practicing these ten moves, greatly increasing the success rate of injecting the cells into the cells.

The reason why Doctor Xian was able to live to the age of 750 was because of the results of training these ten moves. Of course, as a rebel, Fang Ling had also persisted in his training during that ten years of time. However, the cell stimulating factor was the highest achievement of the federation, and Fang Ling was unable to obtain it.

Now, Fang Ling could see hope. In this world, there seemed to be immortals. They were existences that others called immortals, and they were many times stronger than those that could stimulate cells!

However, Fang Ling obtained this information from the remaining memories of the giant in his mind. Even immortals did not live forever, but they had the effects of the five elements. They would die after a certain period of time, but their longevity was too far away from Fang Ling. At this moment, Fang Ling's greatest concern was the Giant's remnant soul's memories regarding the cultivation technique!

In Giant's memory, there were two godly skills that could shake the heaven and earth!

Fiendgods, open the sky! Five Essences returned to the dust!

The former was a top-level body tempering cultivation technique that the giant was famous for. It was called 'Fiendgod Heaven Splitting', a nine level cultivation technique, and every level was divided into early stage, middle stage, late stage, and even perfection. And right now, Fang Ling was trying to cultivate to the first level, but progress was slow. He had only managed to cultivate a sliver, and this sliver had allowed Fang Ling's martial arts cultivation to break through!

As for the latter, the giant had spent the endless years of his life to deduce the five great Emperor level figures' famous cultivation techniques and completely master them, creating them.

Unfortunately, this cultivation technique was just an inventions. Only the first three levels were complete, and after that, there were only some thoughts coming from giants.

Fang Ling tried to cultivate this 5-Origin Energy to return to the dust, but it was even worse than the Demons of the gods and gods. Just by attempting to circulate it, he felt as if he was sealed in amber, causing a suffocating feeling to arise within his heart.

His soul was frightened, and in the next moment, his body would explode and die, causing Fang Ling to not dare to try again. He could only suppress the thought of ascending to heaven in his heart as he diligently trained the Fang family's cultivation technique, the Nine Killing Technique!

As for the top ten levels, it was a state where one could gather all the inner strength in one's body and reach the peak. There was a possibility of breaking into the legendary Dao Foundation, and that was the fate of everyone, even the royal family's cultivation technique could not guarantee one could reach the tenth level of the Martial Dao!

It was as if he was eating a meal and drinking water. His originally ordinary cultivation of the second level of the Martial Way had broken through continuously during this one month of time, and had now reached the sixth level of the Martial Dao, Purification.

However, Purification was a hurdle. It required one to change all the blood in one's body, remove the dregs, and extract the essence in order to turn the blood into mercury paste. In the process, a large amount of precious medicinal herbs was needed as nourishment!

This was what they meant by 'poor civil and martial arts'! If Fang Ling wanted to complete Purification in a short period of time, he would need at least a million taels of gold and silver, and it was obviously impossible for an ordinary person to do so.

"Phew!" When I first entered the realm of Purification, I actually discovered this benefit when I used it again. As expected of the condensation of China's essence, it is actually able to slowly train my bones and skin, originally practicing the Nine Killing technique, my bones and skin had already reached the limits of my body, if I were to continue practicing it, it would break for a little while, but now it has increased its strength once again, and its flexibility has increased, thus the Nine Killing Blade Technique's power is even stronger! "

Fang Ling thought to himself as he cultivated for the entire morning.

"En, right now I can be considered a little master, as long as I am careful, I should not be as unlucky as the six short-lived ghosts in front. At this moment, my cultivation has reached a bottleneck, and I originally planned to enter the Haoyun Mountains, which is guarded by the Nine-edged Palace, to find medicinal herbs to train in, but now, the Palace Chief's father seems to have arranged a marriage for me. I still need to pay some attention to this matter.

"At the same time, you can display your skills and obtain the Nine Killing Technique's next steps."

Two days later, Fang Ling ended his training early. Under the escort of a servant girl, he wore a warrior robe with golden clouds embroidered on it, cloud boots on his feet, and his hair tied behind his head. He looked elegant and young, slowly walking towards the front gate of the Fang Residence.

The Fang Residence, as the core of the Nine-edged Manor, had a tall, majestic, and solemn courtyard, displaying the grandeur of an aristocratic family!

In front of the gate of the Fang Residence, two luxurious and imposing carriages stood quietly, not a single pedestrian dared to approach them. On both sides of the carriages stood eight Ninefire soldiers, their eyes cold and their bodies majestic. When they saw that Fang Ling did not even bow in front of them, they coldly glared at him.

The previous owner of this body was someone who could hold his anger. Even Fang Ling could not imagine how a fourteen year old boy could disguise himself under these contemptuous gazes. It was flawless, as if he had fooled everyone!

Fang Ling laughed bitterly in his heart as he stood silently beside a horse carriage. After a while, Fang Xiaoru slowly walked out.

He was nearly nine feet tall, and his face was as warm as jade. If one only looked at his face, it would seem that he was a scholar who had read a lot of poems and had nothing to do with the Mansion Lord, the number one war god of the Great Ming Country! Even Fang Ling was astonished when he first met Fang Xiaoru. He did not seem like a general in charge of the battlefield.

"Father!"

"Manorlord!"

When Fang Xiaoru stepped out of the mansion, Fang Ling quickly took a step forward, bowed, and called out. As for the sixteen Nine Killing Soldiers, they knelt on one knee and roared in unison. Although it was only sixteen people, the roar caused even Fang Ling's heart to tremble!

"What a strong killing intent!"

Only now did Fang Ling notice that these sixteen people were actually all experts of the eighth level of the Martial Dao! This kind of expert could even become a lieutenant in the Nine Killing Army!

He could control a thousand-man army, ten captains, and a hundred captains! If such an expert was in the army of the Great Ming Country, he would be able to lead an army to guard a region!

At this moment, such a person was unexpectedly serving as a guard within the Fang Residence. Furthermore, when he saw Fang Xiaoru, he knelt on one knee. One could clearly see the Fang Residence's power and influence!

It had to be known that although these people were soldiers, they were also strong. In this world of martial dao, where the strong were revered, they were all supreme! He didn't even need to kneel before the current emperor!

"Mm, all of you, get up. "Ling'er, today is your blind date. You must perform well, and don't embarrass the Fang Residence."

Fang Xiaoru glanced at Fang Ling. His tone was as indifferent as usual, but in the end, he spoke with a profound tone.

Fang Ling's heart trembled. He thought that he had revealed something, but after a moment, he felt relieved. Originally, Fang Ling's cultivation was low, and pretending to be a popinjay was something Fang Xiaoru could believe. However, right now, Fang Ling's cultivation was only at the sixth level of the Martial Dao.

This cultivation base was comparable to that of the five genius older brothers. If this was a popinjay, then no one in the Great Ming Country would dare call themselves a genius.

It was also because of the change in Fang Ling's cultivation that made Fang Xiaoru think that his seventh son was no mediocre person. His heart had already undergone a change.

Thinking of this, Fang Ling bowed again and said with certainty, "Rest assured Father, your son will definitely not take on the reputation of the Fang family!"

"Mm, that's good. Let's go." Fang Xiaoru sensed Fang Ling's tone and could not help but look deeply at Fang Ling once more. In his heart, he thought highly of his son.

"Grandfather, why did you marry your elder sister to that Fang family's playboy? Are you trying to push your elder sister into a pit of fire!?" I won't agree to this matter no matter what! "

"Sigh, be a bit more gentle, and a bit more gentle, and you will drop off. Your elder sister also agreed to this matter. The clan did not force Qin'er. "

In an ancient hall, a thirteen-fourteen year old girl, whose body had just begun to develop, was currently baring her fangs and brandishing her claws, ruthlessly grabbing onto the beard of the old man sitting in the middle of the hall.

This old man was dressed in a black robe, had a ruddy complexion, had a long white beard, and currently, his normally neat and unkempt white beard was as messy as a broom. Even though he had the cultivation base of the ninth level of the Martial Dao, as the pillar of the Qin family, he appeared very bedraggled in front of his beloved granddaughter.

Behind the old man sat the Qin family's deacons, and behind the deacons stood the Qin family's young generation. Within those people, other than the old man, everyone else looked at the young female next to the old man with admiration and envy in the eyes of the young females.

"I don't care. If you don't leave this matter, I'll cripple that playboy for my sister later! Trash!"

This caused the old man's heart to skip a beat. What a joke! The Fang family only had one child left, and they were counting on succeeding the Fang family.

If they were crippled by this little girl, the Fang family's old fellows would probably go crazy! And if those old fellows went crazy, the Qin family would be trampled on by others!

"Oh, little girl, to be so vicious and spicy at such a young age, aren't you afraid that no one will choose you in the future?"

At this moment, Fang Ling landed beside Fang Xiaoru and took half a step into the main hall. She looked at the girl beside the old man with interest as she mocked.