Chapter 96: The Second Consciousness of Cultivation

After touching his nose, Fang Mingwei took a deep breath and asked in a slightly trembling voice: "You are talking nonsense, what does it matter if you tell someone's name? Is this also related to the soul?"

"Of course it's related. The name a person uses since childhood will be deeply embedded in his soul. Once this name is called, it can directly touch the soul." Fenold laughed and said, "Using human names, we can do many things, many things that you have never imagined."

"Is that right?" A hint of panic finally appeared on Fang Mingwei's face, but there was still a lot of suspicion in his eyes.

"Of course." Fenold raised his head and said, "But if you only know your name, it's useless, because your strength is too strong, and you're already so powerful that you don't fear ordinary blows. Therefore, most methods of using human names to attack your soul are of no use to you."

Fang Mingwei immediately breathed a sigh of relief, licked his slightly dry lips, and said, "Is that so, thank you for your teaching."

"You're welcome." Fenold said with a smile: "I haven't finished speaking yet. In general, I have no way to deal with you, but since I have control over your broken souls that have not yet dissipated in my hands, the situation is different."

"What will happen?" Fang Mingwei asked nervously.

"It's very simple. As long as I use a certain frequency of spiritual fluctuations and call your name through the broken soul in my hand, your soul will continue to enter the energy body in my hand." Fenold's eyes were filled with resentment: "If you ruin my baby, I will seal your soul into this energy body forever, so that you can't survive or die, and you can hold it here for ten thousand years."

Fang Mingwei couldn't help but shivered and asked, "Dear Mr. Finode, you're talking nonsense."

"Nonsense?" Finold looked at him with his eyes slanted and said, "Are I talking nonsense? You will know immediately. Alas..." He sighed and said, "The toy I made last time lost its energy due to the long sleep, and it eventually disappeared. This time, I have to play with it for a longer time."

Looking at Fang Mingwei with a pale face, Finold said proudly: "Don't worry, after sealing your soul, I will not let your body be wasted. I will do my best to do the best..."

A crazy and violent laughter suddenly rang in the passage, and a creepy and majestic look appeared in Fenold's eyes.

He pulled his throat and made a strange and charming call: "Bridges...Bridges!"

Fang Mingwei looked at him with a strange expression, then his eyes turned, holding his head, and even his steps began to stagnate. However, his spiritual consciousness had already been emitted, and he silently recorded the mental frequency when the other party called.

It was indeed an unprecedented mental fluctuation. Under the control of this frequency, even the hundreds of millions of souls in Fang Mingwei's mind were a little restless.

He immediately understood that this strange method indeed had powerful effects. But unfortunately, when he met him, the real necromancer, wouldn’t it be that Lu Ban played a big axe in front of the door and sang Amitabha in front of the Bodhisattva?

A faint spiritual force stroked many white souls, gentle as if it had never appeared before, but this ordinary action completely offset the other party's strange attraction.

"Bridges..." Feinold's voice became more and more bizarre. His screams were sometimes soft, sometimes fierce, sometimes serious, sometimes high, like a symphony that coexists with pleasant and unpleasant sounds.

Gradually, Fang Mingwei had recorded all the mental fluctuations he used. The mutated spiritual fluctuations in the past and afterwards. If it weren't for the Great Perfect Spiritual Master, I'm afraid I might not be able to do it.

Of course, the main reason why Fang Mingwei was able to master this skill so quickly was that he controlled a large number of souls, and his understanding of this set was even above Phoenix, so once he sensed it, he immediately understood it.

Taking a deep breath, Fang Mingwei radiated some spiritual power around him, and he quietly realized the remaining energy in the space.

These energy is like the smoke of gunpowder that permeates the battlefield when humans use gunpowder weapons. It will naturally disappear after a while. Moreover, these energy has completely turned into pieces. As long as people with a little cultivation level, they will not be harmed by these energy.

Fang Mingwei had never paid attention to these inconspicuous energy in the past. In fact, it was not just him. Basically, no one was so bored that he cared about this energy.

However, on the opposite side, Fenold used this energy to form his unique assassination technique. This unprecedented ability really made Fang Mingwei shocked and admired him at the same time.

The spiritual consciousness slowly realized that he finally found a little energy belonging to the soul among these remaining energy.

Although these energy is extremely weak and seems to be about to dissipate at any time, he naturally will not sense any mistakes after dealing with his soul many times.

Among these extremely weak soul energy, most of them are messy souls, and these souls are stripped from the millions of souls that Fang Mingwei used to offset the damage to the body.

Although these souls have suffered some damage, the total amount added is a terrible number, it is a bit insignificant to the head of each soul.

Such various types of subtle soul energy have even disappeared for half of this period of time. It seems that after another half an hour, it will all disappear.

In addition to these subtle soul energy, there is also a powerful energy. Of course, this power is only relative.

A sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and Fang Mingwei immediately understood that this was the soul energy scattered by Finold.

Although Finold was not at a disadvantage in the series of energy impacts just now, the impact he suffered was far greater than Fang Mingwei. Otherwise, he would not have used his ultimate move so quickly, and spent most of his mental strength to create a mutated energy body like the Super Silver Snake Humanoid.

His right hand slowly stretched out his back, and a strange energy was emitted from his palm, recruiting all the remaining energy containing the fragments of the Phoenod soul.

The changes in the space naturally cannot be hidden from Fenold. The old guy finally realized something was wrong. He sang for such a long time and could at least draw about half of the other party's soul.

But for some reason, he was still uneasy in his heart, as if he had forgotten something, which made him feel a little scared.

This feeling lasted until he sensed Fang Mingwei's movements before he completely burst out.

"What are you doing?" Fenold shouted sternly, but there was already a flashing panic in his tone.

Fang Mingwei smiled indifferently and stretched out his right hand. There was an additional energy body of the same energy body on his hand. This energy body was not tall, just the size of a mouse, but the face of the energy body was clearly identifiable, as if it was carved from the same mold as Fonold.

Fenold's eyes almost fell to his feet at this moment. He opened his mouth wide and shouted without any image: "Impossible, you...how could you sense soul energy?"

"I learned from you." Fang Mingwei said innocently.

Finold stared at Fang Mingwei quietly, as if he was watching a terrifying devil, full of horror.

"Soul energy, no, this is a taboo energy. All those who intersect with this energy are not humans..." Fenold's face twitched slightly, and he said, "Texas, what does it have to do with Texas?"

Fang Mingwei turned his head and thought for a while, and said, "I don't know, this name is the first time I heard of it from you."

A fierce light flashed in Fernold's eyes. He suddenly bit his tongue and spit out red blood.

Something surprising happened. The energy body he held in his hand absorbed all the blood he spewed out, not even a little waste. The next moment, the energy body suddenly turned red and weird.

Fang Mingwei's eyelids twitched slightly, and the energy body could actually absorb blood, which opened his eyes again.

Finold's face was extremely ferocious, and the blood slowly overflowing from his mouth made him as terrifying as an evil ghost from hell.

He opened his mouth and made a sound like a tsunami of landslides: "Brie............................................................."

"Who is calling me?"

A mountain-like sound came from a distance. The sound was not very loud, but even Fenold's harsh shout could not completely suppress it.

Fang Mingwei's face became more and more strange. He was very familiar with this voice, but why did this guy come here to join in the fun? It's so interesting now.

A beautiful, almost evil man had arrived not far behind Finold in a few moments. Although he did not speak, a huge and fierce aura naturally came from him. The majestic aura was like a mountain and steep, arrogant and silenceless, making people dare not watch it.

It seemed that he could sense Phoenix's strength. Although Bridges came here, he still maintained the highest level of alert and did not relax at all.

If Finold's momentum was far superior to Bridges before condensing the silver snake human-shaped energy body, but now, it would be very good that both sides could remain equal.

Finold's huge voice suddenly broke and disappeared like a knife cut.

He turned his head blankly, blinked his small eyes twice, and asked as if he didn't understand the sentence: "What did you say just now?"

Bridges frowned slightly, and he snorted coldly, saying, "I'm asking you, what are you calling my name?"

Finold's mouth wide open, as if he could swallow his fist. He asked blankly, "Your name is Bridges?"

"Yes." Bridges was impatient. If he hadn't sensed the powerful momentum that made him afraid of it, he would have thought he had met a lunatic.

Finold suddenly turned around, and the powerful force seemed to be about to break his neck: "You... lied to me."

Fang Mingwei touched his nose in a stern manner and said innocently: "My mother told me not to tell strangers about his name, so..."

"Wow..." Finold felt like he was rushing up in one breath, and finally couldn't help but squirt another mouthful of blood. But this time it was not the result of his biting his tongue.

"Hey, why are you vomiting blood?" Fang Mingwei said hypocritically: "Friend, please calm down. If you have any questions, everything is easy to discuss."

Finold's eyes rolled over and he said hatefully: "You, you are still a great perfection, and you don't even dare to tell others the name."

He also switched to the universe in his life. He had dealt with many people, but this was the first time he encountered such a scoundrel, and he was a scoundrel of the Great Perfection level. Of course, it was enough to make him vomit blood three times in anger.

Fang Mingwei smiled and said, "Do you want to know why?"

Finold nodded. He was indeed very strange. There was a master of Dzogchen who concealed his name. This was really strange.

Fang Mingwei's face turned and said, "I don't want to tell your name, it's because you are too ugly. Calling my name from your ugly monster will make me even spit out overnight dinner."

Fenold's face shook violently, and his teeth creaked, which had already made Fang Mingwei hate him to the core.

With a slight sneer, Fang Mingwei picked up the energy body in his right hand and spit out a strange syllable from his mouth: "Finold..."

As soon as this strange sound came out, Fenold's body suddenly stiffened and stopped moving.

A hint of joy appeared in Fang Mingwei's eyes. He was about to continue casting spells, and suddenly a strange energy appeared from Fenold's body. He was stunned and screamed "Not good".

However, at such a moment, Fenold had already used the teleportation technique and suddenly escaped from Bridges' direction.

From afar, the gritting voice came like thunder: "Idiot, do you think I will tell you my real name? You wait, I will come to settle the score with you."

Fang Mingwei couldn't help but smile bitterly. Since this guy possessed such a magical way of killing, how could he tell others his real name? It seems that he was too careless.

Bridges silently stared at the direction of Finod's departure. Although it was unlikely to see it in this environment, his internal energy and aura was not in vain. When the other party passed by him, he strongly felt the powerful aura emitted from this person.

At least one thing can be proved, that is, this person's strength is definitely not inferior to himself.

"who is he?"

"He is a man who calls himself Fenold." Fang Mingwei sighed slightly and said, "He is an old monster."

"What?"

"Don't you think his appearance looks familiar?"

Bridges thought for a moment and said, "It seems a little familiar, it's really strange."

When they reach their level of cultivation, even in the dark passage, they can use various means to sense the other person's appearance, figure and aura.

As long as the other party is not deliberately obstructing it, it will be basically clear at a glance.

Fang Mingwei smiled bitterly. Perhaps as long as he is a normal person, he would not associate this person with the old monster who has lived for millions of years.

"Mr. Bridges, you can recall the images we saw above." Fang Mingwei reminded kindly: "Think about the people who came in."

Bridges was stunned, then his pupils tightened, and the aura on his body actually shook a little.
To be continued...