"Chang Family? I see, but I still have to remind you that the compatibility between Yuanshen and Lingyu is extremely poor. But the longer you hide, the harder it will be to get out of trouble in the future. You must find a good body as soon as possible."
"Yes, thank you, Senior Pan, for reminding me."
"I will order Yue Zhi to pick up the teleportation array for you later. As for the ancient books, there are books in the house for you to choose from. How do you express your sincerity?"
"Hahaha…"
Looking at Qingyun who was smiling awkwardly, Pan Yueren curled up his lips and then said:
"It's my turn now, right?"
"Okay! Senior, please return the hidden edge to me."
When I said this, I felt awkward myself. I thought it was my own sword, but it seemed like I was borrowing it from someone else.
With his eyes flashing slightly, Pan Yueren silently threw Zang Feng over.
"Depend on!"
Before he could even express his feelings after taking possession of the ancient sword, Qingyun felt as if his palms were holding an iron rod weighing more than ten thousand pounds.
Today's Zangfeng is so heavy that he can't even lift it with his own hands!
With a clang, the black ancient sword directly smashed a huge shallow pit with a radius of about ten feet on the ground!
The cracked ground radiated and even shook the bookshelf from side to side. Ancient books were scattered all over the floor, and the young master had protruding veins, and it took a lot of effort to stand it upright.
"So...so heavy..."
Even though his physical body was comparable to that of a monk in the Concentration Realm, just raising the Tiang Feng made him sweat profusely and his face was as swollen as pig liver.
"Why, it wasn't this heavy before?"
"Of course! This is worth a thousand pounds, so how can I use it against the enemy?"
"Really? I thought you were born with divine power."
The young man was speechless, and he didn't know if Pan Yueren was telling lies.
"Quickly, tell me how to control Zangfeng. I don't want to have to use it to hit people in the future."
"Silly man, what I like to do most is to hit people with it!"
Qingyun secretly curled his lips.
"Senior Pan, before I tell you the method, I have a question."
"What's the problem? Tell me quickly."
Talking about Zang Feng, Pan Yueren's mood became obviously a lot more exciting.
"I would like to ask if your family has purchased large quantities of the evil-eliminating pills in Zhijing Cave Heaven in recent years, including Bo Ming Cao?"
"good."
Pan Yueren tilted his head and admitted.
"Big mistake!"
Qingyun shook his head decisively.
"Um?!"
As soon as these words came out, Pan Yueren's starry eyes shone brightly, and even his voice seemed younger.
At this time, Qingyun ignored the expectant look on his face, but closed his eyes and began to feel the mysterious and obscure bond between himself and Zang Feng through the invisible blood evil karma.
"Zang Feng..."
Fortunately, even though ten years have passed, this bond has not been broken at all by Pan Yueren's sacrifice. On the contrary, just like its increasingly heavy sword body, Qingyun can even feel the strong immortal punishment within it. , like the boiling sea, the raging waves seem to yearn to be controlled by him again.
But unfortunately, no matter how Qingyun called its name, Zang Feng still didn't respond at all as before, and the little black man he expected to regain his spirituality never appeared.
"Eternal calamity..."
With his mind moving slightly, Qingyun only read out this name with boundless killing once in the sea of consciousness. The next moment, his eyes suddenly widened!
At the same time, a vast suction force suddenly came from the hidden front!
To be precise, it should be that the karmic bond between this person and his sword suddenly became manic!
The greedy evil sword is just like its real name. It is thirsty for blood all the time, thirsts for killing, and thirsts for the evil spirit that remains in the world after the death of living beings.
Qingyun's true spirit bloodline was immediately activated, and a surge of evil energy quickly spread around his body, and even the blood line between his eyebrows emerged.
Except for the waist-length black hair that was not dyed red, in the blink of an eye, Zang Feng, whom he had not seen for many years, showed Qingyun his usual fighting state!
"This evil spirit?!"
Even though Pan Yueren has lived for thousands of years, he has never seen a vicious person with such surging evil spirit in his long life.
Especially Qingyun's red eyes, aren't they the legendary human demon? !
Being eroded by such evil energy, isn't he afraid that his Taoist heart will collapse and his spiritual consciousness will be destroyed?
"Wait...this is?!"
Pan Yueren's heart was shocked and at the same time, he formed seals with his hands, and a white circle of light expanded from his feet in an instant, covering the entire room.
The erratic runes directly sealed the surging evil spirit in the room. Although Zang Feng unexpectedly gave Qingyun a greeting gift, the ancient sword that had been with him for many years was like his naughty child.
Since you are so greedy for your blood evil karma, let me drink it to your heart’s content!
I saw the young master smiled evilly and said in a hoarse voice:
"Senior Pan, watch carefully!"
Qilin's bloodline exploded, Qingyun held the sword with both hands, and actually lifted the already heavy Zang Feng into the air.
Under Pan Yueren's jaw-dropping expression, he roared like a wild beast, and the evil energy on his body flowed rapidly into the hidden front along his hands like a hundred rivers and a sea of water!
Lift the sword and slash out, extremely slow!
Before he could react, and even before he put down the heavy Tiang Feng, Pan Yueren suddenly raised his hand, and then actually sucked Qingyun Lian and his sword straight in!
Even though Qingyun was holding the Hidden Blade and possessing tremendous strength, when he looked directly into Pan Yueren's eyes, he still felt as if he was just an insignificant ant.
And the head of the Pan family is the Buddha Sakyamuni sitting on the top of the mountain with a golden body!
"The power of stars! How can you have the power of stars in your body!"
While surprised, Pan Yueren volleyed a palm in the air, directly hitting Qingyun who was imprisoned by his spiritual power!
Not to mention resisting, the young master now can't even move and can only let the other party attack wantonly.
But to his surprise, this seemingly powerful slap hit him without any pain or itching. On the contrary, Pan Yueren's expression changed again and again.
"'Void'! It's 'Void'! The power of Void! You! You have been to the endless void!"
What Qingyun didn't know was that Pan Yueren's palm was not actually intended to attack him, but to help him open up the massive star power hidden in his body.
This was something he had passively absorbed during the years of wandering aimlessly in the endless void. Now that it was shaken away by Pan Yueren's palm, a beautiful sea of stars seemed to appear behind him!
However, before the young master could answer or explain, Pan Yueren seemed to be attracted by something again, and then threw Qingyun back to where he was before. The complex expression on his face that was as complicated as an actor's was finally left. The madness after joy!
"It's this power, yes, it turns out to be this power!"
Pan Yueren exclaimed, like an old rooster whose neck was strangled.
At this moment, his eyes seemed dull, and he seemed to be concentrating, staring at the quietly suspended sword light.
Yes, it was the sword light wielded by Qingyun!
This sword light is neither white nor blue, not even the most common turquoise, but a blurry starry sky like a distant silver man.
"Space crack!"
Qingyun and Pan Yueren exclaimed at the same time.
But what shocked me was still behind!
Facing his sword light that split the space, Pan Yueren, who looked like a fool at first, stood up slowly, walked up to him dully, and then stretched out his hands and pointed his fingers together, as if he wanted to clamp this illusory but real space crack!
"Senior, be careful!"
Qingyun yelled hypocritically, but in fact he wished that the old guy would be sucked into the space crack and then crushed into powder by the turbulent currents. Of course, he also knew that this was impossible.
However, Pan Yueren turned a deaf ear. As his two fingers got closer, he seemed to be actively looking for turbulence in the space. Only when the flesh and blood between his fingers was gone did he take back his bloody right hand and just stare blankly. Standing silently.
Qingyun's cultivation was limited, and it was impossible for him to keep these spatial cracks in shape for a long time. Of course, he "naturally" borrowed the power of the Luo Yun Sword in his body to quickly suppress the blood evil karma.
With a bang, the Zangfeng was inserted into the ground. He was panting and looked exhausted after losing all his strength.
The huge sound made Pan Yueren wake up immediately. He wanted to reach out and grab the crack of the sword light, which was not much wider than a willow leaf. But after the void closed again, everything returned to dust, earth returned to earth, and the evil spirit in the room disappeared. Fu Cunyan is quiet and mysterious.
"Is this the power of Zang Feng?"
Pan Yueren murmured to himself.
"Of course not. What I can do is only a drop in the bucket. Only a powerful person like you in the Soul Returning Realm can make the Ancient Divine Sword bloom its true glory."
The young man patted the horse and said.
"Zang Feng...is controlled by evil energy?"
"Exactly! Not to mention performance, the 'spirit' in Zangfeng has not even recovered. Only by constantly absorbing the evil spirit of the master and the blood of living creatures can it become stronger and stronger!"
The young man's voice was trembling, but Pan Yueren, who was staring straight at the black sword, didn't hear the slightest clue.
"So that's it, that's it! I asked why Ling Zhuo went on a killing spree. It turned out to be to restore Zang Feng! Wait..."
Qingyun's heart skipped a beat.
"Qingyun, what's going on with the evil spirit on Ling Nian's body?"
"This is Zang Feng's test for those who want to possess it. If the Taoist heart is not strong, it will eventually become a ferocious beast that is corroded by evil spirits and only knows killing and destruction."
With lightning flashing in his mind, the young man made nonsense again.
At this time, not only could he not reveal the secret of immortal punishment, he would also lead the entire Pan family into an abyss of eternal destruction!
"test…"
Chewing these two words, Pan Yueren fell silent, seeming thoughtful.
I don't know if I can get through it, but Qingyun's heart is pounding like a big drum.
"According to your opinion, if you want to use Zang Feng, you must absorb the master's evil spirit?"
"Exactly, Senior Pan can give it a try."
As soon as he finished speaking, Pan Yueren stretched out his hand and Zang Feng rose from the ground and landed firmly on his right hand. This made Qingyun's eyes narrow slightly.
"The thousand-jin heavy sword is actually as light as a feather in his hand. The power of the spirit-returning realm is really unpredictable."
However, although Pan Yueren has been punished by immortality, the evil spirit contained in his body is not as good as Qingyun. The young master guesses that it may be because he has also taken the Evil Elimination Pill.
But even so, as he introduced the invisible evil spirit into Zang Feng, he seemed to wave his arms casually, and a terrifying scene appeared!
Ding Ding~: I should also learn from the master and make the strong person have countless worlds behind him, and make it a little more ethereal, haha~
