The Art of the Great Sword

This voice is neither urgent nor slow, giving people a very calm feeling.

But for Fang Qingyang, the voice that entered his mind was no different from a savage beast invading his sea of ​​consciousness.

This voice belonged to the White Dragon Demon Lord. When this voice entered Fang Qingyang's sea of ​​consciousness, he felt drowsy.

From the moment he looked into the white dragon demon king's eyes, he seemed to have been tricked.

With his cultivation level, he faced off against the White Dragon Demon Lord, and when he was not sure what kind of power the opponent possessed, it was inevitable that he would suffer a loss.

Fang Qingyang did not respond to the White Dragon Demon Lord, but the White Dragon Demon Lord still said: "It's not bad. With such a vast sea of ​​​​consciousness, in the future, I will specialize in the way of the soul, and the methods of the soul that I can display are not even at the same level, even if they are higher. Even if you reach a few small realms, it may be difficult to compete.”

"From now on, I can focus on cultivating your body so that you can become my number one clone."

When Fang Qingyang heard this, he finally understood that the White Dragon Demon Lord actually wanted to take away his body!

He was about to respond to the White Dragon Demon Lord, but at this moment he heard another divine voice transmitted into his sea of ​​consciousness.

"If you meet the White Dragon Demon Lord's white eyes, don't answer any voice with your spiritual thoughts."

This sudden voice made Fang Qingyang give up responding to the White Dragon Demon Lord.

Moreover, what he didn't expect was that the person who was transmitting messages to him now was actually Huang Wuji.

He didn't plant any mark on Huang Wuji's body that could control him.

But it happened that Huang Wuji reminded him at this moment how dangerous the White Dragon Demon Lord was.

Fang Qingyang chose to believe Huang Wuji for the time being. After all, there was no need to respond to the White Dragon Demon Lord now.

Moreover, the White Dragon Demon Lord did not say anything from the beginning.

But when he sent the soul image back into Fang Qingyang's sea of ​​consciousness, he began to talk to himself. There might be some problems in it.

"My spiritual platform is hidden at the bottom of the sea of ​​consciousness. Is it because she can't observe my spiritual platform, so she talks to me?"

"As long as I respond to her with my spiritual voice, she can find the location of my soul?"

Fang Qingyang guessed that the White Dragon Demon Lord might want to find the location of his spiritual platform in this way, and then take action against his soul.

After all, the other party just created an illusion for him that his soul was being manipulated. In fact, the other party was just using an image that had the same soul aura as Fang Qingyang to deceive him.

If he hadn't used the Eye of Deception to see through the essence of the soul image, there might have been something more dangerous waiting for him.

When the White Dragon Demon Lord saw that Fang Qingyang had no response to her words, she said again: "Let's start from your sea of ​​consciousness!"

When this voice reached Fang Qingyang's ears, she suddenly discovered that her sea of ​​consciousness was rippled out of his control.

The ripples in the sea of ​​consciousness were very weak, but Fang Qingyang still sensed that there might be great danger hidden behind these ripples.

"Is he looking for my coffin?"

Fang Qingyang felt that if the other party wanted to completely refine himself into a clone, he would definitely start from his own spiritual platform.

Only by finding her own spiritual platform and destroying her soul sitting on the spiritual platform can she refine herself into her clone.

"I'm not a living target, so how can I let you get what you want!"

Fang Qingyang sneered in his heart, and he began to manipulate the power in his sea of ​​consciousness to suppress the rolling sea of ​​consciousness.

This is his sea of ​​consciousness. In the past, he did not pay attention to the power of his soul. That was because he controlled the Dragon Emperor Sword and could deal with many crises with the Dragon Emperor Sword in his hand.

He previously thought that his soul was a shortcoming. In fact, the main reason was that he did not compare himself with monks of the same realm.

If compared with monks of the same realm, there are very few who can compete with him in terms of soul.

Moreover, he faced too many enemies who used soul attacks, and gradually understood the unusualness of his own sea of ​​consciousness.

The sea of ​​consciousness of others may be just a small lake, and the spiritual platform is an island in the sea of ​​consciousness, with the soul sitting in it.

But his sea of ​​consciousness stretches as far as the eye can see, like a vast ocean.

His spiritual platform does not float on the sea of ​​consciousness, but is hidden at the bottom of the sea of ​​consciousness.

His soul is being nourished by the sea of ​​consciousness every moment, causing his soul to be steadily strengthened.

Now he began to use the power of his soul to suppress his sea of ​​consciousness and prevent it from making waves.

The sea of ​​​​consciousness that was rippling just now gradually returned to calm under his deliberate suppression.

The White Dragon Demon Lord saw the changes in Fang Qingyang's sea of ​​consciousness through the image of his soul.

She said: "The sea of ​​consciousness is so vast, but you don't know how to mobilize the power of your sea of ​​consciousness. I really don't know how you have cultivated to the point where you are today."

After her words reached Fang Qingyang's ears, the soul image plunged into Fang Qingyang's sea of ​​consciousness, looking for Fang Qingyang's spiritual platform.

"Your cultivation is still too weak after all."

"The cultivation of the peak reincarnation realm is not enough for you to survive from my hands. What's more, your followers are now taking orders from me!"

The White Dragon Demon Lord's voice once again reached Fang Qingyang's ears.

As this voice came, the confusion on the faces of Situ Yang and the others disappeared, replaced by cold looks on their faces.

They all turned their eyes to Fang Qingyang, and Situ Yang said directly: "Who do you think you are? You are just a peak Samsara Realm cultivator. Do you want to control us?"

"Do you think that you can really command us just because you inherited everything from that guy?"

"You take it for granted!"

While Situ Yang was speaking, he had already swung his fist and smashed it down on Fang Qingyang's head.

As a peak Quasi-Emperor Realm warrior, when he launched an attack on Fang Qingyang, the power that emerged from him was enough to threaten Fang Qingyang with death.

Moreover, after Situ Yang made his move, Lin Yuan and the other two peak Quasi-Emperors also launched an attack on Fang Qingyang at this moment.

Four peak Quasi-Emperors, with a White Dragon Venerable, this power can definitely wipe out all the existences below the peak Quasi-Emperor.

When Fang Qingyang faced their offensive, he also felt great pressure.

At this moment, he immediately performed the Dragon Transformation Technique.

A dragon roar came out from Fang Qingyang's mouth, like the sound of thunder, sweeping across the four directions with a mighty force.

At the same time, he kept swinging the Dragon Emperor Sword, slashing out sharp sword energy to deal with the attack brought by Situ Yang and others.