Chapter 166 Self, True Self, Eyes!

Red feathers intertwined with red flames, surging all over Minghe's body, and every part of his flesh and blood was filled with bright light, making him look like he was wearing a layer of bright blood-colored feathers.

Minghe stretched out a hand, and a small flame shot up on his finger.

"Disciple, you tried to influence your master with magic power, although you did it.

But how can you face the power of rules that your master has mastered?"

The small flame moved slightly between Minghe's fingers, and a round hole appeared in the flame. The flame began to collapse inside, and then became stronger from the other side.

Under the continuous collapse and agitation, the flame that was originally only the size of a finger soon became the size of a fist.

"You see, the lighting method actually does not require magic power. From the time each of you began to master this method, you should know that it actually comes from ourselves, and it can ignite all living things!"

"Just like this!"

After the voice fell, Minghe flicked the flame on his fingertips outward.

The fist-sized flame suddenly appeared in front of Fu Ming. At this moment, everything seemed to stop, only Ming He's voice continued to sound.

"Do you see this fire? This is actually the rule, and it does not come from the forbidden weapon, but from my former disciple, that is, one of your former senior brothers!"

"When he first entered the calamity, he saw his true self. His soul was imprinted with the self, so this part of the rule also comes from the self!"

As Ming He's voice slowly spoke, everything that was originally stagnant began to return to normal in an instant.

When the cracks on Fu Ming's face suddenly widened, it was like the stagnation of his eyes, and the flames quickly sank into his body.

Buzz!

In just a moment, Fu Ming's several-foot-tall body was enveloped by a red flame.

A huge hole began to appear on his body, just like the trajectory of the flame in the hands of the old man Ming He, and Fu Ming's flesh and blood were also twisting and collapsing into the hole.

The shrill screams came from Fu Ming's body, spreading around again and again. It was an unbearable pain.

But when his flesh and blood collapsed, it expanded and broke into a large area.

The flesh and blood tentacles that were originally connected to his body were also swelling rapidly, pouring more flesh and blood into his body.

He seemed to be trying to maintain his body and not collapse under the rule of "self".

But his body was constantly twisting, collapsing again and again, and could not return to normal.

At this time, the old man Minghe started a new action.

He pulled out a feather from his body.

The red feather burned with red flames, emitting red light.

Although these little lights were like the bright moon and fireflies compared to the light emitted from his body at this time, they could not be ignored.

As the flames intertwined on the feathers, when the feathers were pulled out, they became burning, and black smoke burned out of the feathers, lingering and swirling, even though there was still a storm around.

"This is also a kind of rule. It also comes from a former disciple of mine. He was much older than you and is very similar to you. He was also my second former disciple."

"When he met Cangzhuo, he saw the true form, so this little rule power, I call it the true form."

The old man Minghe seemed to have thought of something, and a faint smile appeared on his ferocious crane head.

The flames burned the feathers, black smoke rose, and suddenly turned into Fu Ming's appearance.

The appearance of the black smoke was Fu Ming's usual appearance, no different.

But after the black smoke turned into Fu Ming's appearance, it only took two steps forward, and finally slowly dissipated.

As the black smoke dissipated, Fu Ming, who was now suffering from the destruction of the flames, emitted a large amount of black smoke from his body.

The black smoke instantly wrapped his body. While bearing the power of the previous rule, Fu Ming, who had already turned into a monster, quickly changed to his original appearance.

The flesh and blood on his body were constantly compressed, and the large number of tentacles that originally appeared on his body were also shattered under the collapse.

Blood mixed with bone residue returned to its original appearance, but collapsed in an instant, like being madly stirred in a blender, all mixed into a ball.

Minghe shook his head at this time, but still made a new move.

Above his head, in the original face of Minghe, his fingers touched and slowly took out an eyeball from the eye socket.

The smooth, round eyeball was not stained with a trace of blood, as if it could be used at any time.

The black pupils shrank slightly, staring at the old man Minghe, as if watching his every move.

"This is also a rule. To be precise, it actually contains very little rule power, not even a fragment, but the master regards it as a treasure."

Pah--

The old man Minghe clenched his fist, and the eyeball suddenly broke in the old man Minghe's hand.

But when the old man Minghe slowly spread out his palm, his palm was already full of eyeballs, and the dense pupils were all looking at him, and as his palm moved, his eyes did not leave.

And the old man Minghe was like admiring a wonderful treasure, stretching out his hand and opening his five fingers in front of his eyes, and the face above his head showed a hint of intoxication.

"You must be very curious about where this trace of rule power comes from?"

He looked at Fu Ming, who was suffering from pain and torture, and didn't care whether Fu Ming could hear what he said at this time, as if he was talking to himself.

"It actually comes from the master. The master has seen the mirror me. Well... Even if you may have seen the mirror me, it must be difficult for you to imagine, and it is difficult for the master to describe it to you.

Perhaps that is the reality that we should have seen. After all, this world is full of falsehood, hehe."

"The master calls it eyes. In fact, the master is reluctant to think of these names. Whenever I want to name it, the master is always crazy. Ah... Crane is unwilling to help me with ideas, which is really disgusting."

At this point, the old man Minghe stretched out his hand and pointed the hand full of eyes at Fu Ming in the distance.

As the five fingers slowly rose and fell, a series of prism-like brilliant lights suddenly enveloped Fu Ming's flesh and blood, as if a series of cross-mirrors appeared, dividing him into countless pieces.

On those mirrors, Fu Ming's joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness could be seen, and Fu Ming's expressions that had never appeared before could be seen.

Each expression seemed to be focused on the flesh and blood in the mirror, but it slowly broke.

Crash--

The sound of the mirror breaking really sounded.

But everything disappeared in an instant, including the red fire and the black smoke.

Bang!

A head fell to the ground, rolling, and finally stopped five meters away from the old man Minghe.

It was Fu Ming's head, and the blood had been spilled, forming a rough blood line.

He opened his eyes, and only the head was left. The flesh and blood could not be recondensed, and the expression was numb, without sadness or joy.

When he saw Fu Ming's head rolling down, the face of the old man Minghe showed a look of disappointment.

He reached back, took out an eyeball, and put it back into the eye socket of the human face. The rest of the eyes shattered, leaving holes on his hand.

"Master originally thought you should be very confident, but you accepted my teachings, but you can only bear the power of three rules, which is still too weak."

"So now you understand what is really powerful? Fu Ming."

Ming He no longer called him disciple, but called him by his name, as if the fate of master and disciple had really ended.

"He... He..."

Fu Ming was left with only a head, still gasping for breath, and the trachea in the flesh of his neck was constantly opening and closing, emitting a faint heat.

"Master... Master..."

He called Ming He, calling him as usual, but Fu Ming's face was full of regret. He began to speak, but he was already dying.

"I... I clearly want to... just fight with Master, but Master has not given... this opportunity to his disciple until now. What a pity, haha--"

Hearing Fu Ming's words, the face of the person on the head of the old man Minghe suddenly showed a trace of pity.

With a light sigh, the flames all over Minghe quickly dissipated, the flesh twisted and squirmed, and the feathers all retracted into the body.

But he still maintained the ferocious head of the crane, but slowly walked towards Fu Ming, came to Fu Ming, and looked down at him.

"You are not Ye Jin, nor You Hong'er, nor anyone."

"Your soul has been corrupted, and everything about you is useless to the master, so the master has always been pure to you, after all, you have no use value to the master."

"Haha--"

Fu Ming showed a miserable smile on his face.

"Thank you, Master."

He said slowly, and was somewhat fortunate. At least from this point of view, his final fate is different from that of others.

So, this is actually a kind of outside the rules. He has followed the rules for a lifetime, but he still broke away from the rules. It's just that the ending is a little unacceptable.

"Master, there is something I want to ask you."

He didn't have much time left, and he could still take a breath. It was Minghe's last mercy.

Minghe was speechless, but waiting for his next words.

"I, in fact, have never forgotten Fu An. After all, he is my younger brother, so Master... I still want to try."

Fu Ming slowly closed his eyes, and the last bit of breath disappeared.

But at this moment, a wave suddenly exploded in his head, suddenly spreading in all directions, instantly penetrating the body of the old man Minghe.

The face above the old man Minghe's head instantly showed a look of astonishment.

As Fu Ming's head turned into ashes in an instant, the body of the old man Minghe was also shattered at this moment.

Whether it was flesh, bones, or blood, they were all decomposed in an instant and turned into countless tiny dust.

In the distance, the Jingtian Pavilion, which was originally intact, also collapsed.

The red storm that enveloped the entire Minghe Gate also turned into a red mist in an instant and disappeared rapidly.

Even the Minghe Gate disappeared in an instant, leaving no residue.

All of this was decomposed in silence and returned to nothingness in silence. Even the towering giant that supported the entire Minghe Gate was affected, and most of its body disappeared without a trace.

…

I don’t know how long it took, but in a deep pit under the ground, a curse suddenly sounded.

"Damn! Who taught him to destroy the fragments of the forbidden weapon? If I catch him, I will make him suffer!"

A figure slowly walked out of the pit, and his flesh and blood seemed to be in an extremely unstable state, which could be separated again at any time.

Old Man Minghe has recovered, but his face is very ugly.

The flesh and blood on his body are squirming, and sand is constantly shaking off from it, as if he is expelling impurities from his body.

"Old man! This is the good disciple you taught! Let you pretend! You almost pretended to be a big deal!"

Hetou was chattering and venting his anger, and he was still scolding Old Man Minghe as usual.

Old Man Minghe took a deep breath until his body quickly stabilized.

"Don't say too much, we should go."

Hetou seemed to know that Old Man Minghe was in a bad mood, so he scolded a few words and stopped.

"Is it time to go back to the outer continent?"

"Let's go find our little disciple first."

"Hehe, are you sure he's still alive?"

"Since he was able to break through the flesh with his natural flesh, he may still be alive. Don't underestimate him.

Let's find him first. He still needs to do the work of Daitokuji!"