The nest ants released by Fang Dang hit the cheeks of Furious Zhan like two big rivers.

Angry Zhan shouted loudly, shocking all the nest ants. At this time, Angry Zhan was not surprised but happy. In his opinion, Fang Dang was already exhausted!

No matter how blood was on his face, he rushed towards Fang Dang again, or, if he couldn't use the word "rush", Nozhan directly reached out and grabbed Fang Dang's head and still seemed just like just now. Nozhan wanted to use his sharpest nails to crush Fang Dang's head, and he wanted to feel the temperature of Fang Dang's brain.

Wu Zhan grabbed Fang Dang's head with a hand, and then his five fingers suddenly exhaled. However, Wu Zhan suddenly felt dizzy. His fingernails were obviously pinched on Fang Dang's head, but they seemed to be possessed by evil spirits. No matter what, they couldn't pinch them. He could crush Fang Dang's head with just a little force, but his power stayed on the edge of a little force. He had the strength to break the mountain, but now he couldn't gather his five fingers.

Wu Zhan screamed strangely, and his hands were as if they were stuck to Fang Dang's head, and they remained motionless. Compared with Wu Zhan's fingers, Wu Zhan's muscles began to burst out with thunderous sounds, Wu Zhan's bones were also constantly exploding. Wu Zhan's wings behind him were flapping violently, and the wind blew.

The strange screams of the anger fighting kept shaking the entire hall, and dust and even bricks and tiles began to fall from the hall's room. The entire hall began to collapse and shatter, and was blown by the strong wind blowing out of the wings of the anger fighting, causing bricks and tiles to fly across.

Zi Yaoyao and a group of disciples of the Tang Sect were all shocked. They believed that Fang Dang had no cultivation and even if he had it, he would only have the power of his own. But now, they felt that their previous speculations were completely wrong.

They have seen the power of the anger battle. The Tang disciples present asked themselves if they were to join forces with more than a dozen or so fellow disciples, they might not be able to stop the anger battle. However, such an anger battle stopped in front of Fang Dang and could not move at all. This was an anger battle. If it were them, wouldn’t they even have the strength to struggle now?

Is this the realm of the Golden Pills? Is this the magical powers of the Golden Pills?

Could it be that Fang Dang was really playing with them all the time? No, he kept playing with them⊕⊕⊕,m.Ｅ.co∞m?

The blue veins on Fu Zhan's forehead jumped high, and the muscles on his body were tense, like iron blocks, and the wings behind him were flapping with all their strength. Anyone could see that Fu Zhan had already exerted all his strength at this time, and was even exerting his strength at an extraordinary level.

The building of this hall of the Tang Sect was extremely solid, which took a lot of effort from the Tang Sect, but now it is constantly falling apart, and the bricks and stones are flying, and it has been completely broken.

The disciples of the Tang Sect could only see Fang Dang standing there motionless, and they called Fu Zhan to use all his strength to do nothing to him.

Fang Dang, who was covered by Anger Zhan, looked far less relaxed at this time. At this moment, blue veins also jumped up on Fang Dang's forehead. These blue veins were constantly beating, and the sound of dong dong dong was clearly heard by Anger Zhan, and even hit Wu Zhan's heart like a drumstick.

The blood vessels on Fang Dang's forehead suddenly exploded, and blood flew out of it. The originally panicked angry battle seemed to see the dawn of victory.

"Fang Dang, you must have a problem. You can deceive others and I can't!" Nu Zhan gritted his teeth and came out of his teeth.

Fang Dang's face was extremely ferocious at this time, and he was fighting angrily well. At this time, Fang Dang was using the power of his faith in the golden-level Buddha statue to control the fighting angrily.

Under normal circumstances, with Fang Lan Danshi's cultivation and the power of the Buddhist golden Buddha statue, Fang Dang could directly call Fu Zhan to kneel in front of him and bow to him, and make Fu Zhan his own believer.

But now, Fang Dang has only brought back the golden-level faith, and even the Buddha statue cannot be brought back. In this case, the power of the golden-level Buddha statue that Fang Dang used was equivalent to the tree without roots and water without source. Fortunately, the golden-level faith relies more on the spiritual power to exert, and Fang Dang's spiritual power has been completely preserved, but the consumption of spiritual power is very terrible and it is very difficult to recover. Once the mental power is consumed too much, it is very likely to cause mental disorder and even die due to mental exhaustion. Fang Dang is now relying solely on his own spiritual power to control the spirit of anger.

According to Fang Dang's estimate, even if he exhausted his mental power, he could only make an angry battle unable to attack him. Therefore, all Fang Dang could do was to delay time and could not really solve his current problems.

Now, Fang Dang's spiritual power is approaching the brink of exhaustion. If you continue, you don't have to wait for the angry battle to kill him, Fang Dang himself will die first.

The blood vessels that jumped on Fang Dang's forehead began to explode one by one, and blood mist sprayed out. Even Fang Dang's pupils, which had turned bloody red due to congestion, began to turn white at this time, and Fang Dang had already entered the final state of struggle.

Fang Dang has never been so close to death. Even when facing powerful enemies in the upper world, Fang Dang did not fall into such a passive state.

Now, Fang Dang's mind was blank. His magical powers had gone far away when Fang Dang returned to the mortal world, and many magic weapons were also left in the Shangyou Realm. Now Fang Dang is alone, standing on a land full of rotten smell.

The colorful soil in the distance was arched by the air waves rising from the ground, as gorgeous as blooming fireworks.

In the rotten beach, Fang Dang returned to this land where he grew up, as if everything before was just a dream.

"Fang Dang, are you awake?" A voice came.

Fang Dang looked up in shock and saw a thin old man sitting cross-legged in the sky.

The old man's eyes were not half-hearted, and there seemed to be no moisture on his body. A layer of dry and hard skin was tightly attached to the bone, looking like a mummy.

But Fang Dang's voice was very familiar to the old man. Fang Dang hadn't heard the old man's voice again for a long time. Almost as soon as he saw the old man, Fang Dang felt a sense of stability and joy.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, and you're finally here." The old man's dry eyes opened and closed gently for a few times, making a sound of wood rubbing.

Fang Dang asked curiously: "Are you waiting for me here?"

The old man said, "We met here, of course I'll wait for you here."

Fang Dang headed thoughtfully and then said, "I think you will stop talking in the future. From time to time, the Buddha statue in my mind hurts you?"

The old man said lightly: "This is a matter between me and the Buddha statue. It is a dispute between us. This is a matter between me and him. No matter what happens, it has nothing to do with you."

"Why am I here?" Fang Dang actually wanted to have more questions with the old man. He had a lot of questions, but now, he had to pick up the most important things to ask questions.

The old man said, "You will come here, of course because you are dead."

The old man's words were like lightning strikes, slashing Fang Dang to his heart. Just now, the situation of consuming his mental power to fight to control the anger of anger. Now Fang Dang really feels like he is indeed dead.

Just die like this?

Fang Dang's eyes were a little empty, and death had always been with him. On the ground of the Rotten Poison Beach, he was always fighting against death. On the contrary, after embarking on the path of cultivating immortality, Fang Dang was getting farther and farther away from death. Although Fang Dang had experienced countless battles, Fang Dang could not feel the threat of death in these battles.

Now, Fang Dang returned to the mortal world, but died in the hands of the enemy who had been left far behind by him.

Fang Dang must be unwilling to give up, and there are too many tasks on Fang Dang, so how could Fang Dang die like this?

"Fang Dang, what do you think of Buddhism?" The old man suddenly asked this question.

Fang Dang reported a little in his heart. He knew that his next answer was crucial. Although Fang Dang was dead, he still had a glimmer of luck in his heart. He hoped that the old man who taught his own way in the Yin Fu Sutra could have a way to help him overcome this difficulty.

Fang Dang thought about it for a moment and there were dozens of words in his mind that slandered Buddhism. Now it is clear that Buddhism and Taoism are incompatible with water and fire, so belittled Buddhism in front of the old man must be the most correct way.

But none of these dozens of words that slander Buddhism were spit out of Fang Dang's mouth.

"The Buddhist Dharma is one of the most mysterious supernatural powers I have ever seen. Buddhism and Taoism have so many commonalities, but there are many differences. To be honest, I am very interested in some Dharmas."

After Fang Dang said something, even Fang Dang shook his head. When Fang Danglai said this, the old man on his head might jump to scold him.

However, Fang Dang's words did not cause any trouble, and the thin old man on his head was not furious. On the contrary, the thin old man had no expression on his face. In Fang Dang's uneasy, the old man continued: "Yes, Buddhism is indeed unique. It is not harmful to be willing to contact the supernatural powers of Buddhism. If you listen to both sides, you will understand it. I don't force you to study my Taoism!"

Fang Dang breathed a little relieved, and then said, "I think the Buddhist supernatural powers are very mysterious, but the Buddhist statue exudes an unclear malice all over the body. The things he taught me seem to have a strong purpose, which makes me unable to trust him. Do you know what he wants to do?"

When the old man heard this, he did not answer Fang Dang's question, but suddenly said, "Fang Dang, you are my best disciple in thousands of years, and you are now the center of my strife with the Buddha statue, so I will save you once if I make an exception. Of course, whether you can really survive depends on your own fortune and your own efforts."

"Let me listen to it, the world, the thieves of all things; all things, the thieves of all things; people, the thieves of all things. After the three thieves are suitable, the three talents are at peace. Therefore, it is said: Eat the time, all the bones are in the way; when the movement is at peace, all the transformations are at peace."

Fang Dang's head buzzed. Fang Dang had been waiting for the old man to teach the Yin Fu Sutra behind him for a long time. Fang Dang even came to go to the "Yin Fu Sutra" in his mind and saw that the old man was harmed by the Buddha statue from time to time. However, he never expected that this time the old man would appear on his own initiative and taught him so many sentences at once, which was so powerful that he would squeeze out one sentence at a time.

Fang Dang even threw his life and death behind his mind at this moment, and began to carefully think about the meaning of this passage!

"Heaven and earth are the thieves of all things; all things are the thieves of people; people are the thieves of all things."

From a literal perspective, this sentence does not seem difficult to explain.

Fang Dang closed his eyes, threw away all distracting thoughts, and completely sank into this sentence.

Fang Dang seemed to fly up and looked down at the crowd below from a high place.

Fang Dang is no longer the boy who knew nothing at the time. He is now an existence above the mortal world.

Fang Dang's knowledge has now reached a new level, and is a height that transcends the constraints of the environment. After all, Fang Dang is no longer a person in the mortal world.

Looking down from Fang Dang's perspective, you can see babies born in this medicine residue. You can see seedlings drilling out of the medicine residue. While stretching out the branches, they quickly withered and withered. Fang Dang saw the newly born baby being taken away by a monster and then became a monster's dinner.

This is a world that is endless and endless.

There is life and death, and there is life only when there is death.

Heaven and earth, the thief of all things.

The heaven and earth have given birth to all things, but they have killed them in a flash, without realizing it. This sentence is that the heaven and earth are the thieves of all things, and the heaven and earth give life and take life away."

"All things are thieves of man."

"There are all things in the world, and people will see the scenery and develop emotions. They will indulge in desires and dissipate their spirits. They will be strong when young, strong when old, and die when old, from childhood to middle age to old age to death. In this process, all things steal the vitality she wants from people, thus causing life, old age, sickness and death."

"Man, the thief of all things!" Heaven starts all things, earth produces all things, man is the spirit of all things. Although all things can steal the aura of others, people eat the essence of all things and use the aura of all things to grow and grow. This is the thief of all things.

"Those who practice can seize the energy of all things for my use, and can steal it because all things steal the energy of all things, and steal it because the heaven and earth steal the energy of all things. The three thieves return to one thief, and there is life in the killing, and the three thieves are all suitable. Once the three thieves are suitable, people and heaven and earth are in harmony, and they are in harmony without contradicting each other, and the three talents are at peace."

"After the three talents are at peace, the Tao will last forever, all things cannot bend, and nature cannot be restrained."

"I seem to understand!" Fang Dang suddenly opened his eyes. At this time, he looked down at the world and could see a huge heart beating slowly under the earth.

Hair becomes trees in this world, living people, and living lives.

In Fang Dang's eyes, the current world is a world that repeats itself. From birth to death, life is like a circle. All existences live in this circle, and immortal cultivators have the potential to jump out of this circle.

In Fang Dang's eyes, in this world, everything is invading each other and stealing each other's life force or vitality.

Everything steals each other's life force, thereby prolonging one's own life.

For example, eating grains and grains is also a way to devour the vital energy of grains and grains, but the amount of vital energy extracted in this way is very small.

If there is a way to preserve the vital energy in one's body and steal the vital energy in other beings, then the life span will undoubtedly be greatly extended.

Fang Dang understood the principle of stealing all things almost instantly.

Just as Fang Dang was about to fully comprehend this passage in one go, Fang Dang's eyes suddenly exploded and woke up.

Fang Dang blinked, and all kinds of pain invaded Fang Dang's whole body.

At this time, the Angry Zhan was opposite Fang Dang, almost facing Fang Dang.

The surrounding atmosphere was cold, and the huge palace had been completely blown away and disappeared. Even the hardest metal frame when building the palace was no longer there.

Fang Dang felt the big hand that grabbed his head tightly.

Blood kept rolling down her forehead.

At this moment, Fang Dang had no chance to escape from the palm of Furious Battle.

However, that was Fang Dang before, but Fang Dang now may not have to surrender.

Fang Dang felt that he was dead, which was definitely not exaggeration. Fang Dang could feel that the body he was living in was cold and heavy, just the feeling of a cold corpse.

The old man in "Yin Fu Jing" is good, but he Fangdang is now dead.
To be continued...