Man is in the heavens, parasites are born

Chapter 89 Decontamination Failure
"This naughty kid has grown up, and I'm afraid that except for the time when his bones were dug out when he was a child, this is the only time he has suffered such a big loss!" In the inner world, Fang Ming shook his head and laughed.

He could see that the founder of the Butian Pavilion was not hitting randomly. The location and strength of his attacks were very regular. He was helping Shi Hao consolidate his position.

"A special remnant soul has been sealed in some way until now. The sword stuck in its head is the result of obsession..." Silently, Fang Ming's spiritual sense swept over and roughly understood the situation of this person.

This person is dead, but not completely dead.

In Fang Ming's opinion, the existence of a residual soul cannot be considered as complete death. If there is a truly powerful person, it is not impossible to resurrect it.

Of course, Fang Ming doesn't have this ability now.

"The method of sealing one's own soul with obsession is quite interesting..."

As his mind wandered, Fang Ming's consciousness immersed itself in his own Pagoda of All Laws.

The pagoda may appear to be only the size of a finger joint, but it actually contains a vast universe that stretches tens of thousands of miles.

The world in the tower was filled with golden light, and mysterious principles were intertwined, transforming into countless chains that converged at the center.

Chains of order emerged from the void, from virtual to real, and then from real to virtual, forming an invisible and intangible sealing barrier that lifted up the palm-sized bone altar.

Not far from the bone altar, there is a nine-story bone tower with five-colored precious light flowing. In the tower, you can vaguely see a gem with five-colored immortal light flowing.

Faintly, the sound of unclear chanting could be heard coming from the five-colored gem, like the whispers of immortals and demons.

Fang Ming's consciousness manifested, transforming into a slightly illusory figure.

After staring at the phantom of the Nine-Story Bone Tower for a long time, Fang Ming muttered to himself, "The essence of Demon King Pu's five-colored true blood has indeed been wiped out by more than 99%. There's not much left."

As his thoughts turned, countless laws of order rushed in. They intertwined and entangled with each other, and soon formed an alchemy furnace with three legs and two ears.

Although it is composed of rules and is not very stable, it is definitely sufficient for temporary use.

The alchemy furnace appeared, Fang Ming hooked his finger, and the nine-story bone tower shot out and entered the alchemy furnace.

With a 'boom', a blazing white flame ignited under the alchemy furnace.

The true fire burned fiercely, and the terrifying high temperature far exceeded that of the core of the sun. The shadow of the nine-story bone tower melted bit by bit, and the true blood of the Immortal King, whose essence was severely lost, was revealed.

Five-colored light circulated, and a five-colored halo with an immortal aura emerged, repelling all the terrifying high temperatures that were rolling in.

Without the suppression of the bone tower, the true blood of the Immortal King shone brightly, and a majestic aura spread and expanded.

In an instant, the alchemy furnace began to expand and made an indescribable sound.

Seeing this, Fang Ming pointed his finger, and countless laws of order emerged from the void, continuously sinking into the Taoist fire below the alchemy furnace.

Igniting the laws of heaven and earth and using them to light the Dao Fire is the strongest alchemy fire he can currently imagine and display.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the blazing white Taoist fire suddenly gushed out, covering the entire alchemy furnace.

Countless avenue runes spread out, and blazing white flames poured into the alchemy furnace, touching the five-colored immortal halo.

As soon as they made contact, a continuous "hissing" sound was heard, and the space inside the tower kept twisting and curling, almost becoming a transparent dough stick.

As time passed, Fang Ming's expression gradually became serious.

In the alchemy furnace, the five-colored halo with the aura of immortality has been burned to pieces by the Dao fire, and countless white Dao fires have directly burned on the immortal royal blood of Pu Mowang.

The runes of the Great Dao spread, and wisps of five-colored green smoke poured out from the alchemy furnace, gathering into a ball of five-colored smoke in the space inside the tower.

As time passed, the Five-Colored Immortal King Blood's body, which seemed to be only one foot in size, was actually gradually shrinking compared to the stars.

The five-colored smoke and clouds in the space inside the tower gathered more and more, filling the entire inner space of the tower.

Finally, the five-colored true blood in the alchemy furnace completely disappeared, and only five-colored smoke rose up and gathered in the world inside the tower.

Looking at the five-colored clouds, Fang Ming frowned. He could sense the enormous energy contained in them, and even a hint of immortal aura flowing in them.

"Such pure and huge energy!" Fang Ming whispered.

The palm of the incarnation of spiritual consciousness spread out, and a gravitational vortex emerged.

The five-colored smoke turned into flowing water and gathered towards his palm.

Soon, all the five-colored smoke and clouds in the world inside the tower disappeared, and a five-colored round bead the size of a grain of rice appeared three inches above Fang Ming's palm.

"Really?" Fang Ming frowned, wondering if he was overthinking it.

Fang Ming touched his chin and thought to himself, "Could it be that I've been contaminated by the old demon, and am I left here battling wits and courage with the air?"

"No!" Fang Ming quickly thought of something and muttered to himself, "There's no reason why Demon King Pu shouldn't have been baptized by the Ancient Artifact of Origin. He's a giant among the Immortal Kings, so he must have been baptized..."

"We'll know whether it is true or not after trying it!" Fang Ming's mind turned, and layers of light shone on his other palm, and countless laws of order gathered together.

Countless different laws intertwined and collided with each other, the aura of destruction spread, and his palm became the source of destruction.

When he put his palms together, there was a "pop" sound, as if something was broken.

"Really?" Fang Ming was shocked when he saw his empty hands.

King Pu Mo, as the immortal king, if he has been baptized by the ancient artifacts of origin from foreign lands, he must contain the true blood of darkness.

Dark True Blood is indestructible and can only be erased by those who have reached the immortal level of this realm. Of course, this refers to the lowest level of Dark True Immortal.

Therefore, even if 99% of the essence in Pu Mowang's blood and essence was lost, and its grade dropped and no longer belonged to the immortal level, Fang Ming could not destroy it.

"No!" Fang Ming's eyes focused, and he saw five-colored light appearing in the void, and a tiny, extremely fine five-colored light appeared.

As time passed, under Fang Ming's gaze, the five-colored light spots spread, grew slightly, and then stopped.

Looking at the five-colored light spots, Fang Ming's expression was solemn, and he had a bad feeling in his heart.

This was a warning from his heart. His intuition told him that this was not a wonderful thing and it was best not to touch it directly. Otherwise, even the incarnation of his spiritual consciousness would be contaminated.

"As expected..." Fang Ming sighed upon seeing this scene. "I told you there would be no such good thing. As a giant from a foreign land, how could King Pu Mo not have been baptized by the Ancient Artifact of Origin? The immortal blood flowing in the bodies of these immortal kings is itself the most powerful dark true blood..."

"It's impossible to extract the so-called dark matter. It's better to say that the so-called weirdness and ominousness are the immortal blood itself..." After trying every possible way, Fang Ming looked at the five-colored light spots that had returned to their original state, feeling helpless.

At present, his methods are definitely not capable of accomplishing this.

"Do I have to refine it directly?" Fang Ming frowned unconsciously, deducing the feasibility.

After a long moment, Fang Ming shook his head and thought to himself, "A small amount might not necessarily cause any problems, but a large amount would definitely be extremely risky..."

"I don't want to fight with the consciousness bred by dark matter in the world inside the fairy vine seed!" Thinking of this, Fang Ming decided to let go of Pu Mowang's immortal body.

Just because he and Xiaota can't do it doesn't mean others can't do it.

Isn't there another Willow God here? Although she has also experienced Nirvana many times and her memory is also fragmented and not fully recovered, she is good at Nirvana and life, so maybe she can find a way.

As his mind turned, the shadow of a golden pagoda emerged, covering the almost imperceptible five-colored light spot.

Fang Ming sealed it again.

Although the five-colored true blood has become extremely weak, it still poses a huge danger and cannot be left alone.

Fang Ming sent a telepathic message, saying, "Brother Ta, I can't separate the so-called pollutants either."

"So, Fellow Daoist Xuantian has indeed discovered the pollutants contained in the immortal true blood?" The voice of the little tower came with some surprise.

"It's not a difficult task. The so-called dark true blood pollution has the characteristics of immortality. Only when you reach the immortal level and are constantly baptized by immortal blood and immortal energy can it be erased." Fang Ming said.

"So that's how it is." Xiaota suddenly realized what method Fang Ming was using.

It must be a direct and violent attack, trying to destroy it.

"Brother Ta, please look." As Fang Ming finished speaking, a golden light flashed, reaching its extreme speed.

The golden light was exactly the pagoda that Fang Ming had just used to suppress and seal the five-colored true blood.

At this time in the outside world, Shi Hao was in an ancient building full of bone books, carefully browsing a bone book.

His mind was completely immersed in it, and he didn't even notice the sudden emergence of golden light.

The golden glow disappeared, and Xiaota's voice soon rang out: "This remaining true blood does give people a very bad feeling. It is very dangerous."

Of course it is dangerous. After all, it is pollution from the plateau, and even the Immortal Emperor cannot withstand its source.

The ancient artifact that was the origin of the baptism that Pu Mowang received was forged by the Dark Quasi-Immortal Emperor. The dark matter it carried was something that even the Immortal King could not resist.

In other words, more than 99% of the immortal essence in the remains of Pu Mowang has been lost. Otherwise, with their means, it would be extremely dangerous to refine this thing now.

Even if there is no direct contact, it is still possible to be contaminated.

"I don't think we can make use of that immortal body," Xiaota said with regret in his voice. "It's too dangerous. A small amount of contact might not be a big deal, but refining a large amount will definitely cause serious problems."

At this point, it no longer intended to pay attention to the immortal body of Pu Mowang.

It doesn't want a spirit god to be reborn in the four remaining floors of its tower.

"That may not be the case. Just because we can't do it doesn't mean others can't do it either." Fang Ming said in a voice transmission.

"Oh? Who else in this underworld has this ability?" Xiaota was surprised.

"The eight realms of the lower world are really full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers..." it thought to itself.

The Eight Realms are not big, but they are full of myths!
Fang Ming explained, "There's a sacrificial spirit in the village where this naughty kid lives. Its origins might be very terrifying. If it's really that person, maybe she has a solution."

"A village's sacrificial spirit?" Xiaota was very surprised.

"Brother Ta should recognize it. It's a willow tree." Fang Ming said.

"It's her..." Xiaota suddenly realized, "If it's her, maybe there really is a way."

In this era, the Willow God has achieved Nirvana many times and appeared in different time periods. The small tower has knowledge of him.

After the discussion, the small tower fell silent again.

In the world inside the seed, Fang Ming noticed the outside world.

"Scripture Repository!?" Fang Ming's eyes lit up in an instant.

　I coded a little more yesterday, so I will update three times today.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)