Dharmaraja had completely disappeared from the world.
When Dharmaraja's remnant consciousness dissipated, Fang Chen walked out of the tombstone talisman.
At this moment, the tombstone talisman had completely dimmed and turned into an ordinary tombstone.
The talisman on the tombstone had also completely disappeared.
From now on, the tombstone was no longer a talisman, but a simple tombstone.
Fang Chen's palm gently rubbed the tombstone, cleaning the dust on it.
After a while, the tombstone that was covered in dust once again became incomparably dark and looked brand new.
The words "Tomb of Dharmaraja" on the tombstone were also incomparably clear.
After doing all this, Fang Chen bowed to the tombstone and said, "Rest in peace, Senior Dharmaraja."
Dharmaraja seemed to be able to hear Fang Chen's words. The tombstone actually trembled, as if responding to Fang Chen's words.
Fang Chen left Dharmaraja's tomb. When he appeared on the surface, Dharmaraja's tomb instantly fell silent and disappeared.
Dharmaraja had also left this world forever.
After returning to the surface, Fang Chen was not in a hurry to leave. The most important thing now was to refine the coffin and completely eliminate Adept Disaster.
Only by doing so could he be completely at ease.
Otherwise, when the Yellow Spring Sect's Venerable was resurrected, the Ancient Sword Continent would be destroyed.
Fang Chen sat cross-legged. The Little Mouse jumped onto his shoulder to protect him.
Fang Chen tried to communicate with the Three-legged Two-Eared Cauldron, but there was no movement from the latter. This made Fang Chen very anxious.
Fang Chen did not know what had happened to the coffin in the Three-legged Two-Eared Cauldron. He was very worried.
After thinking for a moment, Fang Chen finally decided to use the power of the golden heart to see if he could lift the Three-legged Two-Eared Cauldron.
Hiss! Hiss!
Under Fang Chen's control, the golden heart constantly emitted a strange aura. In the end, it all poured into the Three-legged Two-Eared Cauldron.
Crack!
Under the influence of the golden heart, the Three-legged Two-Eared Cauldron finally shook.
Seeing this, Fang Chen was overjoyed.
It seemed that the golden heart was still very useful to the three-legged, two-eared cauldron.
After that, Fang Chen continued to increase his strength, stimulating the three-legged, two-eared cauldron.
When the three-legged, two-eared cauldron had absorbed enough of the golden aura, a corner of the cauldron lid finally opened. The next moment, Fang Chen's consciousness was instantly sucked into the three-legged, two-eared cauldron, and the cauldron lid closed again.
On the other hand, Fang Chen's body was motionless like a wooden sculpture.
Fang Chen's consciousness entered the three-legged, two-eared cauldron and saw a strange scene.
The head in the cauldron was currently trying to open the coffin. As for the beautiful flower on top of the coffin, it had long since disappeared.
At the side, there was a corpse lying on the ground. It was the corpse of the Spiritual Pupils King.
There were practically no wounds on the corpse. There were only some teeth marks on the neck.
Fang Chen was shocked. Could it be that the Lingtong King was bitten to death by this head?
"A ninth level Spirit Vortex Realm survivor of the Yellow Spring Sect was bitten to death just like that."
Fang Chen's heart skipped a beat.
Then, he looked at the head. On the head, a pair of eyes were constantly moving.
The moment Fang Chen's consciousness entered the three-legged, two-eared cauldron, it was directly sucked in by the head.
This wasn't the first time, so Fang Chen wasn't too surprised.
He realized that after his consciousness entered the head, the latter was actually biting the coffin.
Crack!
The coffin was bitten open piece by piece by the head.
After a full fifteen minutes, when the coffin was opened, a dense black aura suddenly surged out from within the coffin. Then, a sinister laughter was heard.
Fang Chen wanted to kill the Adept of Calamity in the coffin, but he realized that he couldn't control his consciousness at all.
Crash!
The head floated quietly, motionless.
Within the black fog, a trace of remnant consciousness came out and instantly entered the body of the Spiritual Pupils King.
The next moment, the Spiritual Pupils King opened his eyes.
"I, the Adept of Calamity, have finally been resurrected."
All of a sudden, the Spirit Pupils Monarch burst into a wild laughter.
Seeing this, Fang Chen's face changed.
However, the head didn't move at all, as if the Adept of Calamity wasn't a threat to it at all.
"Damn Shakyamuni, how dare you trap me." The Adept of Calamity roared coldly.
When he completely adapted to the body of the Spiritual Pupils King, he suddenly realized that he was in a strange place.
"Where is this?"
The Adept of Calamity finally saw the head and asked coldly.
Hiss! Hiss!
Within the head, a strange aura was emitted.
Seeing this, the Adept of Calamity sneered. He reached out his hand and grabbed the head, wanting to smash it.
However, a strange scene happened.
When the Adept of Calamity grabbed the head, the head opened its mouth and bit into the palm of the Adept of Calamity.
Ah!
A pitiful cry came from the body of the Adept of Calamity.
The Adept of Calamity, a True Martial Realm elite, one of the three great Adepts of the Yellow Spring Sect, actually let out such a pitiful cry.
At this moment, a complicated light emerged from the head and enveloped the Adept of Calamity.
"How is this possible?"
At this moment, the Adept of Calamity felt that something was wrong. His face changed and he exclaimed.
The head ignored him and enveloped the Adept of Calamity. The three-legged, two-eared cauldron suppressed the Adept of Calamity.
Huala
Fang Chen's consciousness retreated from the head. Then, the cauldron lid opened and his consciousness flew out.
Fang Chen abruptly opened his eyes. He was extremely shocked.
"What is the head in the cauldron trying to do? Did he intentionally revive the Adept of Calamity?" Fang Chen was puzzled.
Fang Chen tried his best to calm the shock in his heart and started to carefully analyze what had just happened.
After a long time, Fang Chen finally realized that the head was using him from the beginning.
When the coffin was sucked into the three-legged, two-eared cauldron, the head was probably using him.
Using his consciousness to open the coffin and intentionally revive the Adept of Calamity. Then, the three-legged, two-eared cauldron suppressed the Adept of Calamity and threw his consciousness out of the cauldron.
"What is he trying to do?"
Fang Chen was on the verge of collapse. He finally had a chance to deal with the Adept of Calamity, but now the head was interfering.
The only consolation was that the three-legged, two-eared cauldron was in his dantian. Fang Chen could use his golden heart to suppress it and prevent the Adept of Calamity from escaping.
However, Fang Chen was guessing whether or not the head wanted to use the Adept of Calamity to revive him.
Once he was revived, would he be good or evil?
Would he bring about a devastating blow to him? Would he bring disaster to the Ancient Sword Continent?
All of this was an unsolved mystery.
But right now, Fang Chen didn't have the ability to solve this problem.
"Let nature take its course."
After a long time, Fang Chen sighed.
The head shouldn't be trying to harm him. Otherwise, when he was first sucked into the cauldron, he could have easily erased his consciousness.
And he also wouldn't have taken him to that sword cultivator paradise.
"Perhaps he's suppressing the Adept of Calamity," muttered Fang Chen to himself.
Fang Chen slowly stood up. Seeing that the three-legged, two-eared cauldron wasn't moving, he stopped thinking about it.
"Boss, what's wrong?" asked the Little Mouse.
"It's nothing. Let's go," said Fang Chen.
At this time, Zixie and his faction's cultivators were quietly standing in an open space not far away.
"Who killed Yu Heng?" Zixie was puzzled, his eyes flickering.
The last time they met, Zixie and Yu Heng had fought together against Fang Chen. At that time, Zixie's strength was even lower than Yu Heng's.
But in the blink of an eye, several months had passed and Yu Heng had been killed.
"Boss, perhaps he was killed by one of the other peak geniuses," said one of them.
"Boss, Yu Heng is a cultivator from the Demon Province. He has nothing to do with our Tianzhou."
After a long time, Zixie nodded.
"Let's go. Let's hurry up and find the inheritance," said Zixie.
Yu Heng's death made Zixie realize that increasing his strength was the most important thing.
However, just as Zixie was about to leave, Fang Chen and the Little Mouse strolled over.
"Boss, look!" A cultivator suddenly saw Fang Chen and shouted.
Zixie immediately looked ahead and saw Fang Chen.
"It's you." Zixie's eyes flickered with a sinister aura as he said coldly.
Seeing Zixie, Fang Chen was also a bit surprised.
He had just killed Yu Heng not long ago and now he had encountered Zixie.
Seeing Fang Chen, Zixie's killing intent surged.
"Brat, I told you before that if I had the Purple Demon, killing you would be as easy as crushing an ant." As Zixie spoke, a purple demonic saber appeared in his hand.
This was Zixie's Purple Demon Saber.
"Do you know how Yu Heng died?" Fang Chen glanced at Zixie.
"He was killed by me."
"You really know how to boast. Who do you think you are? Yu Heng wasn't someone you could kill," said a cultivator from Zixie's faction disdainfully.
"Brat, I wasn't able to kill you that day, but now my boss can kill you as easily as flipping his hand."
"Brat, hurry up and hand over your treasures and kill yourself here."
Fang Chen didn't retort in the face of Zixie's ridicule. Instead, he stared at Zixie.
"Do you also think so?" asked Fang Chen.
"I think you'll die. Do you believe me?" smiled Zixie.
Fang Chen shook his head and spread his hands. "Clearly, I don't believe you.
It's just as Yu Heng said. He wanted to kill me, but in the end, he died by my hands. "
"Oh, I forgot to tell you. Yu Heng had obtained a Dao Weapon. However, it was useless. I destroyed his Dao Weapon and killed him right here," Fang Chen said indifferently.
Zixie's eyes flickered as he stared at Fang Chen. He was pondering whether or not Fang Chen was telling the truth.
"You really know how to boast. If Yu Heng had a Dao item, he could kill you in an instant."
"That's right. Yu Heng definitely wasn't killed by you. So what if you killed him? My boss's strength has increased greatly. Yu Heng still wasn't his match."
"You destroyed a Dao item? Brat, are you joking?"
"If you can destroy a Dao item, I'll kill myself right here."
The Zixie faction's cultivators mocked Fang Chen.
"That's why I said you'll only be other people's dogs for the rest of your lives," sneered Fang Chen. "You only know how to talk. If you have the ability, then fight with real swords and spears."
They were infuriated by Fang Chen's words, but they couldn't refute him.