When he was eight years old, Fang Xing was almost beheaded!

In fact, when he had been taken to the execution ground, the executioner raised the ghost-headed sword in his hand, and Fang Xingzheng shouted in a trembling voice: "Others are a hero in eighteen years, young master... After his reincarnation, as long as he can run away, he will be a hero..." Then, just as the executioner's sword fell, the uncle came to kill with the people from Guiyan Valley and saved him.

"What was my mood at that time?"

Fang Xing seemed to have forgotten the content of the beheading picture and his mind began to float away.

Fear……

Unlike the people on this beheading picture, the people in the beheading picture have no fear, and what impressed me the most is fear.

No one can feel fear in that kind of scene!

In fact, it has always been the thing Fang Xing is most proud of not being scared to pee his pants at that time.

The bandits in Guiyan Valley obviously admire Fang Xing's expression at that time.

After the uncle killed the executioner, he immediately lifted Fang Xing up. When he smelled it in his crotch, he laughed and said, "Good, Brother Xing is a good one. He was almost cut off his head and didn't even pee his pants. He is worthy of being a hero who grew up with us!" Then the bandits who came with the uncle cheered in unison, cheering for Fang Xing's sense of courage.

That night, after returning to Guiyan Valley, the uncle officially promoted himself to the tenth thief of Guiyan Valley.

That respect can be said to be earned by Fang Xing with his own courage!

However, the beheaded immortal did not have any fear, and of course he could not resonate with him.

What were the other emotions besides fear at that time?

Fang Xing continued to recall.

regret?

Do you regret that you shouldn't sneak out of Guiyan Valley and go to the city to play?

Probably not!

Hate?

Hate the constable who caught himself?

Not really!

Is it...angry?

Fang Xing felt that he had grasped the important point, nothing wrong, it should be anger!

At that time, he was just going to the city and accidentally bumped into a rich young master. He asked the evil slaves around him to break his legs. Then, in anger, he snatched a pig-killing knife from the meat stall and stabbed him to death.

After that, he was captured by the constable and imprisoned for three days, he was sent to the beheading station.

I was very angry at that time!

Why?

Is he destined to let him break his legs?

Could it be that the other party pulled out a long sword and wanted to cut it towards his neck, so he should let him cut it?

The feeling of anger gradually became clear in Fang Xing's heart, and he clenched his small fist tightly.

It was an anger mixed with despair. Unlike ordinary anger, it almost angrily entered the bones and penetrated into the blood.

"That's how it feels..."

Fang Xing gritted his teeth and suddenly looked at the beheading picture.

At this moment, something seemed to move in the picture and stimulated the spiritual power in Fang Xing's body.

That is the indomitable intention in the picture!

It triggered the spiritual power in Fang Xing's body, began to tremble, and began to burn!

The spiritual power turned into fire, and with a surging momentum, Zi Fangxing's body burned, as if he wanted to burn everything, including himself!

"not good……"

When he felt the crazy burning fire in his body, Fang Xing suddenly woke up, but he could no longer control the momentum.

The fire burning in Fangxing's body is the manifestation of anger.

This kind of fire is transformed from spiritual power, burning everything, even Fang Xing himself. Unintentionally, Fang Xing inspires this fire intention. It can be said that he has successfully comprehended half of the true meaning of the person who left the beheading map. However, this is not enough. He only has anger but no control method, and the result can only burn himself, just like the two disciples who turned into ashes.

The meridians were severely painful, and the internal organs seemed to be on fire, burning wildly, and the more they burned, the more they became stronger.

Fang Xing was shocked and tried his best to calm down his mood, hoping that the flame would calm down with his anger.

However, it is useless. This fire is extremely crazy and cannot be stopped once it appears.

"Are you going to die here?"

Fang Xing was shocked, his little face turned red, his clothes became extremely dry, and even a smell of burnt, while his hair had become curled, as if it was burned by flames. His skin turned red, and he could even see bright flames appearing and disappearing under the skin, as if the flames were burning in his body, as if they were about to rush out of his body.

Under such severe pain, Fang Xing did not completely panic and control his mind, but quickly changed his mind.

This is also one of his abilities. Because he has passed many dangers and his mind is far stronger than that of ordinary people, he will not panic when he is on the verge of death, but will calm himself down as much as possible and think about the way to save himself.

"Will everyone who comprehends this picture be burned to death?"

"No, there should be a way to save yourself..."

"Yes, in this picture, there is not only the immortal blood, but also the Heavenly Intent Sword..."

"That Heavenly Intent Sword is stronger than this immortal's blood, because it was this sword that cut off the immortal's head..."

Fang Xing's mind flashed. When he thought of this, he immediately focused his mind on the picture again.

Soon, he felt the illusion again...

On the beheading platform, the unyielding immortal was furious and looked up to the sky, but a sword light flew over and cut off this head!

Fang Xing endured the burning of flames in his body, looked carefully, and felt the sword light.

It was a sword light that was swaying across the world, like a sword coming from the west, without traces.

In fact, if it weren't for the beheading image that imprinted the sword light, Fang Xing's knowledge would not have seen the sword light at all.

The beheading picture imprinted the unyielding anger of a beheaded person before his death. With this person's unyielding anger, imprinted the sword light that could not be left on the paper. The true meaning of the sword and the rage fireworks complement each other and balance each other.

Fang Xing focused his mind at the sword light. The more mysterious it looked, the more ethereal it became.

The sword light deeply attracted him, and even made the severe pain of his anger fade into his body...

Gradually, a cool and sharp feeling entered his body. The flames that almost burned half of his body seemed to be poured on the cool sword intent, and gradually extinguished...

"Haha...hehe...I've understood it thoroughly..."

Fang Xing suddenly burst into laughter, jumped up and danced with his hands and feet.

But after just shouting this sentence, he became dizzy and fell to the ground.

The burning of flames in his body has caused him to suffer serious burns, with meridians and internal organs in his body full of holes.

"Um?"

Bai Qianzhang, a white-haired young man sitting cross-legged outside the cave, heard Fang Xing's painful laughter in his ears. With a thought, he appeared in the cave in an instant. When he looked down, he was shocked. He hurriedly leaned over and picked up Fang Xing, who was almost burned to death, quickly crossed a stream of spiritual power into his body, then raised his five fingers, and several bottles of spiritual liquid appeared between his fingers and fed him all.

"He was burning with flames, but he didn't lose his life. Could it be that he really understood it?"

A hint of hope flashed in Bai Qianzhang's heart, and he carried Fang Xing to a jade bed in the cave, with a look of relief.

"A thousand-year life span is about to end. Can this mystery be solved before death?"

Bai Qianzhang showed a slightly bitter smile on his face: "Can you still have a chance to break through the bottleneck?"

Fang Xing had been sleeping for three days and three nights before he woke up. He felt that his body was cold, but he was slightly angry. He was seeping into his body from under him. He opened his eyes and felt that his body was empty and his spiritual power was almost exhausted, almost no drop left, but his body seemed to have extremely powerful power, and he could even punch a thousand pounds without pursuing his spiritual power.

When he sat up, Fang Xing saw that he was lying on a jade bed. The slightest anger was what the jade bed penetrated into his body.

Because the spiritual power in his body was exhausted, he was extremely eager to replenish his spiritual power. He subconsciously wanted to reach behind his head and get the wine gourd he placed in the ring of the cave. There was still half of the spiritual wine left there, which was the best to replenish spiritual power.

But after exploring it, he was shocked and his face changed.

My hair has spread out, and the cave ring used to tie my hair is gone!

"Are you looking for this gourd?"

A faint voice sounded, but the white-haired young man walked in at some point, holding a purple gourd in his hand, slowly placed it on the jade bed beside Fang Xing, looking at Fang Xing with interest, and said, "About the whole Qingyun Sect is thinking, what secret did you use to cultivate so quickly, but I accidentally discovered this secret!"
Chapter completed!