If I am reborn without any memories, then my rebirth would be in vain!

The speed of [So Close Yet So Far Away] is really too fast.

In addition, Fang Xiang never thought that Yuan Jin had actually been marked by Ji Wuya a long time ago.

Looking at the threat looming in his heart, Fang Xiang's efforts were about to be destroyed.

Fang wanted to immediately push forward the original move that would serve as a springboard.

Suddenly, a hurricane arose, and Yuan Jin dodged and crashed into the white fog. He would become the target of the white fog's attack, and at the cost of his life, delay the white fog for a moment.

Fang Xiang stepped deeply on the ground with his thighs, and rushed out into the air like a cannonball, heading straight for Ji Wuya.

It can be said that Ji Wuya's strategy was very successful.

He accurately predicted Fang Xiang's weak point.

And with his own abilities, he almost destroyed the giant tiger.

Although Yuan Jin can delay the white fog for a while, as the core of the formation, his importance is not much less than that of the giant tiger.

The white mist burned the black mist and spread to Yuan Jin.

A blazing flame burned out of nowhere, and Yuan Jin seemed to have turned into burning charcoal.

The flames spread through his body.

Fortunately, Fang Xiang arrived in time.

In anger, Fang Xiang's body was covered with scarlet armor.

The ghost condensed into a black sphere in his hand, and the curse flowed on the surface of the sphere.

Looking at the giant tiger in front of him and Yuan Jin being burned by flames, Ji Wuya sighed softly.

This attack still failed.

The wind was howling in the distance, and Ji Wuya naturally didn't want to take Fang Xiang's furious attack head-on.

With the help of someone who escaped from a distance, Ji Wuya once again activated [A World Away] and passed by Fang Xiang.

The condensed curse exploded in the air, and countless ghosts rushed out, with wailing sounds resounding through the world.

The white mist, without Ji Wuya's support, quickly dissipated.

Yuan Jin, who was resisting the white fog, fell from the air. At this time, he was already covered with bruises from the flames.

Fang Xiang didn't even look at him.

As the center of the formation, this is his fate.

Ji Wuya's sneak attack this time was quick and decisive, hitting Fang Xiang right in the heart. If Fang Xiang had been a little slower, he would have failed.

This made Fang Xiang extremely angry!

But after the sneak attack, Fang Xiang still had no way to deal with Ji Wuya.

Ji Wuya's [A World Away] is like a fly.

You can see him, but you can't catch him. If you are not careful, he will give you a sneak attack.

You can only be forced to defend. Although you have the advantage in realm, it has almost no effect on Ji Wuya because he will never fight you head-on.

Fortunately, Ji Wuya did not launch a sneak attack when he was fighting with Lin Kong at the beginning.

Yuan Jin's mark should have been exhausted in this sneak attack.

There won't be a second such swift sneak attack.

To prevent accidents.

Taking this opportunity, Fang wanted to check whether the people who maintained the formation also had marks.

Eliminate all traces of things that have never been seen from their bodies.

Ji Wuya did not feel any regret for missing the target.

With a smile on his face, he looked at Fang Xiang in the black fog.

“The good show has just begun.”

Just as Fang Xiang had finished his inspection, an uninvited guest appeared again in the black fog.

Fangcun, with a bald head, nine dots on his face and his hands clasped together, came into the black fog.

His eyes were clear, with green flowing in his pupils, his face was serious, and he was muttering to himself.

As if praying to something.

Fang Xiang looked at his cousin with his eyes slightly narrowed, revealing murderous intent.

"Cousin, why do you have to go against everyone?"

"Those who are righteous have many supporters, while those who are unrighteous have few supporters. Don't you understand this truth?" Fang Xiang narrowed his eyes slightly, and without any nonsense, the curse in his hand condensed again, and this time the black sphere turned scarlet.

In order to ensure the hit rate, Fang Xiang took the lead and rushed straight to Fangcun at a speed beyond everyone's imagination.

Fangcun was neither afraid nor timid.

There was a hint of smile on his serious face, as if he was mocking Fang Xiang.

Fang Xiang's speed was extremely fast, but in Fang Cun's eyes, it was no different.

Curses are naturally not good things.

But in the final analysis, it is nothing more than the evil thoughts condensed from ghosts.

Fangcun clasped his hands together and lowered his head.

His mouth kept opening and closing, and countless words came out of it.

The weeds on the ground moved without wind, as if in agreement with Fang Cun.

The moment Fang Xiang was two meters away from Fang Cun.

Golden light rose from the ground, and the curse condensed by the ghosts infected the golden light and dissipated, turning into light and disappearing between heaven and earth.

Although there was no curse, Fang Xiang's fist was very powerful.

When Fang Xiang got close, Fang Cun was caught off guard and was hit hard on the head.

The huge force knocked Fang Cun away.

He turned into a fallen leaf, flying in the air, but then landed lightly on the ground.

Fang Xiang's full-strength attack seemed to have no effect on him.

Fang Xiang looked at his fist.

His fist was covered in armor with many hard thorns on it, and his full-strength attack felt like hitting cotton, which was extremely unpleasant.

This guy Fangcun rushed to participate in the competition and indeed learned something real in the Ascetic Temple.

Fang Xiang looked at the wild grass growing under his feet. It had long been infected by the curse and turned black.

Fang Xiang squinted his eyes and looked at Fang Cun.

"Is this the ability of the Herb Pass?"

"Using plants and trees to divert the effects of the curse?"

"Let the plants and trees suffer harm instead of themselves?"

"Then what happened just now?"

"A full-strength attack was actually neutralized like this." "There wasn't even a trace of damage on Fang Cun's face."

“Is this the transformation power?”

"The secret of the Ascetic Temple?"

Looking at his cousin in front of him, Fang Xiang wished he could grind him into ashes.

"I should have known not to spare this bastard's life!" Fang Cun looked at Fang Xiang with a smile, not caring at all about what he said.

He was still chanting in his mouth.

Like the most devout believer.

The stagnant steps move forward again.

Green light emanated from around his body, isolating the surrounding black fog.

Fang Xiang felt the threat posed by Fang Cun.

He let out a breath.

The black mist condensed again and turned into water droplets.

Then the water droplets condensed into ice spikes, and the ice spikes were soaked in curses.

A blessing that comes from the most vicious part of human nature.

At Fang Xiang's urging, the ice spikes attacked Fang Cun.

"I want to see how many plants and trees you can use."

Fang Cun was not timid. He strode forward to face his own disaster.

At first, the ice spikes would be blocked by the light foam, but then faced with increasingly faster and denser ice spikes, they could no longer be stopped.

The ice spikes passed through the gaps in the light foam, scratched his skin, and pierced into his body.

The curse loomed over his body.

Corruption, withering, sleepiness, fatigue, stinging, weakening.

Countless negative effects emerged on his body.

But he still kept his steps firm and strode forward with his head held high.

It seemed that everything Fang wanted to impose was just a test along the way.

He never stopped and didn't even feel any hardship.

Finally, Fang Xiang heard the words from his mouth.

"What doesn't kill me makes me stronger."

Fang Xiang looked at Fang Cun in astonishment, followed by anger.

Fang Xiang raised his hands lightly, as if he was holding up the heaven and earth.