Crimson lightning filled the sky, the headless corpse convulsing violently within the electric storm. From the severed neck, countless tiny arms crawled out, enveloping his body.
The head, which had flown off, suddenly turned towards Chen Changsheng, laughing with a ferocious expression: "You can't kill me! You can't kill me! I've cultivated demonic arts for hundreds of years, and my demonic powers are now complete! This is the power of my rebirth!"
Whoosh!
In an instant, the headless corpse, swathed in arms, burst forth from the crimson lightning.
The head on the ground also sprouted a mass of tiny arms, lifting Chen Xizhong's head and leaping up, accurately reattaching it to his neck.
Head and body connected, countless tiny hands rapidly stitched the wound closed.
He stood upon purple-black lotus flowers formed from hands, a sickly smile on his face, seemingly enjoying this bizarre state.
"I think you've completely lost your mind, cultivating demonic arts for hundreds of years…" Chen Changsheng said expressionlessly, pointing to his own head. "You might as well think carefully, have you really practiced demonic arts?"
"What nonsense are you spouting? How could I not have cultivated demonic arts? I remember it clearly, otherwise where did my demonic powers come from?" Chen Xizhong subconsciously retorted.
Chen Changsheng smiled contemptuously: "Of course you remember it clearly, because that is indeed your experience, but the key is that you… are not Chen Xizhong! You have merely seized Chen Xizhong's body and memories, mistakenly believing yourself to be Chen Xizhong."
As early as decades ago, Chen Xizhong had died on the road leaving Wonderful Immortal City.
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Standing on the lotus of hands, Chen Xizhong's face instantly froze, his pupils shrinking drastically. He suddenly clutched his head in pain, screaming loudly.
In an instant, a memory that didn't belong to him, like needles, pierced into his mind.
Several voices echoed in his ears, trying to bewitch him, urging him to forget these details, not to dwell on the past.
Fragments of memories flashed through his mind in a disjointed manner.
Chen Xizhong saw his entire process of cultivating demonic arts, he also saw his entire process of cultivating righteous paths, he even saw his entire process of cultivating demonic arts and evil techniques, and even saw himself undergoing tribulation, almost becoming an immortal…
Violent true energy erupted from within his body. Chen Xizhong roared to the sky, the lotus of hands beneath his feet spreading and expanding rapidly like monstrous waves.
Chen Changsheng was forcibly pushed back, flying back to Miao Miao's side.
The stage magic treasure shone brightly, resisting the frantic strikes of the hands, rippling with light.
Chen Changsheng said solemnly: "The situation is probably not good. You should recover your true energy first. If you can't hold on, leave first. By the way, where are Xiao Fengqing and the others?"
"I won't leave, I want to be with Master." Miao Miao shook her head, then pointed to the purple-black hands outside: "They were dragged in by these hands."
The bronze mirror immediately shone around, discovering that this space was completely enveloped by purple-black hands, and Xiao Fengqing and the others couldn't be found at all.
"We can only hope for the best."
Chen Changsheng didn't have time to help Xiao Fengqing and the others. He had to find a way to resolve the current situation, otherwise it would be difficult to escape.
Standing in the center of the hand world, Chen Xizhong's hair turned purple-black, and his body simultaneously exuded the aura of demons, devils, and evil. His figure suddenly grew taller and swelled, and his face revealed a variety of emotions.
Pain, self-deprecation, madness, excitement…
It turned out that he wasn't unaware of his own problems, but had forcibly ignored them. The elders of the Sacred Flame Sect had also told him the truth, but he had forcibly forgotten it himself.
Because he was not Chen Xizhong in the first place, so why would he care about these things?
"I remember now, I am not Chen Xizhong, that is just a segment of Chen Xizhong's memory!"
"I have seized Chen Xizhong's body, and also inherited his memories and hatred."
"The master refined me into a corpse puppet, injected Chen Xizhong's memories into me, allowing me to give birth to consciousness and be promoted to a magic treasure!"
"I am not Chen Xizhong! Hahahaha!"
Mad laughter echoed through the heavens and earth, the hands under his feet were like every organ of his body, pulsating with his emotions, looking very strange.
"I am the master's magic treasure—Fanmo!"
Fanmo's physique became tall and sturdy, and his cultivation aura also climbed to the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment. A look of resentment appeared on his face, and he shouted sharply: "Damn Chen Xizhong, how dare you disrespect my master, and even harbor hatred towards the master. Today I will strip you out!"
Chī lā!
Fanmo's hand suddenly plunged into his own head, pulling out a soul sewn together from a group of spirits.
He tried to cut out Chen Xizhong's soul, but the moment he acted, the tearing pain caused him to scream incessantly.
They were sewn together, a whole.
If he lost Chen Xizhong, Fanmo would revert to a corpse puppet without consciousness.
Watching Fanmo's bizarre performance, Chen Changsheng's heart was without waves. He swallowed a pill and began to recover his true energy, allowing Fanmo to wantonly torment himself.
Fanmo's consciousness was completely awakened, but he didn't seem very smart. He wasn't as good as the previous Chen Xizhong, at least he wouldn't waste true energy on self-harm.
"The birth of a magic treasure requires a lot of time and luck, the master's careful care, and the investment of materials and effort, before it will gradually give birth to consciousness and be promoted from a magic tool to a magic treasure."
"Fanmo's birth method obviously has a problem, belonging to forcibly changing from a corpse puppet to a magic tool, and then to a magic treasure."
Standing up, Chen Changsheng, who had recovered his state, said indifferently: "Magic treasures not born in response to destiny must be weaker than true magic treasures. Let's see if your corpse puppet is stronger, or my furnace is better."
Dong!
A scarlet flame furnace was thrown out from Chen Changsheng's hand, transforming into a giant cauldron of heaven and earth, encompassing a world, and accommodating endless purple-black hands.
The furnace was the magic treasure used by Chi'e. Now it has been repaired by Chen Changsheng and can be put into use again.
Before this, the furnace magic treasure had always been used as an alchemy furnace, and there were not many occasions where it could be used.
The bronze mirror magic treasure is for insight, the Ninefold Yellow Springs Sword is for frontal killing, and the stage is for auxiliary assistance.
The furnace is too bulky and difficult to exert its effect in battles that end in an instant.
Now is the best time to use the furnace.
Chen Changsheng didn't plan to fight Fanmo, who was at the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment, head-on. The other party's body was equivalent to a magic treasure, and he couldn't kill this corpse puppet.
Foundation Establishment cultivators don't have the ability to destroy magic treasures. The easiest way to destroy a magic treasure is to use a higher-grade furnace to forcibly refine it!
The furnace was sacrificed.
Raging flames ignited the heavens and the earth. Chen Changsheng and Fanmo were both placed in the furnace, but only Fanmo was burned by the scarlet flames.
But Fanmo didn't care. Smiling, his body arched strangely, instantly flying out like a spring, as fast as lightning.
He only felt a phantom approaching head-on. With a loud bang, he slammed heavily on the stage magic treasure. A crack immediately appeared in the void, almost unable to withstand Fanmo's impact.
The Tiangang arm ring appeared on Chen Changsheng's wrist, and he rushed out with a battle halberd. Miao Miao on the stage immediately danced gracefully, and lotus sword energy emerged from her dance.
The master and disciple joined forces to meet the enemy. Chen Changsheng focused on defense and entanglement, while Miao Miao launched a sneak attack from the side.
The three stood in the flame-filled furnace, and the purple-black hands that filled the earth bloomed like lotus flowers.
Exquisite Taoist techniques destroyed the heavens and the earth. The rumbling was continuous. The Mount of絕雲 made of bones turned into dust under the fierce collision!
