Boom boom boom——
A wisp of unparalleled holy power swept out, with the plump, tall, and stunning black gauze figure at its core!
A large swath of void collapsed, countless pitch-black rifts tore outwards, and the area thousands of miles around turned into an extremity.
Countless mountains and rivers dried up and fell apart.
The scene was like the end of the world.
Unspeakable horror occurred.
Zhang Daoling stood in the front, offering up the golden wheel and using all his strength to resist with holy power.
Saint Tianxuan followed closely behind, blocking the front of the last Jiang Fan. Her extremely graceful white dress danced wildly, outlining the beauty's wonderful curves.
Jiang Fan, who was at the end, hugged the thin waist of Saint Tianxuan with all his strength, and sacrificed both the unknown ancient painting and the holy shield.
I can still feel the great terror hanging above my head.
"Gan, are the ancient saints so scary..."
Jiang Fan yelled in his heart.
For the first time, I saw the power of a true saint.
He admitted that he still underestimated the saint.
Thinking that with the help of the holy weapon, he could compete with the saint for a short time.
Just when Jiang Fan was not sure whether to use his trump card - to transform chaos and open up the world, that ray of violent unparalleled holy power suddenly restrained.
Jiang Fan exhaled, and his heart finally fell.
Finally, this peerless female saint was under control.
He checked on himself and others.
It was discovered that the Taoist sect’s founder Zhang Daoling’s already worn Taoist robe was beginning to show cracks.
It seemed that it would be the same as him at any time, but Jiang Fan found that even the cracked parts were still firmly stuck together.
He was a little envious of such precious clothes.
As the second level of protection, Xuan Nuer did not receive much impact.
She is still dressed in white and looks stunning in the snow.
It's just that the black hair hanging down on her slender waist is a bit messy.
Being a desert slave does not mean that you have done nothing for yourself.
Jiang Fan watched strangely as Xuannuer folded her jade hand lightly, stretched out to the back of Xue Ni's neck and smoothed the messy black hair, turning it into a waterfall.
"Is it possible that their minds are really just imprisoned, and they still have weak instincts..."
Jiang Fan made a solemn guess.
In this world, Huang Nu is an extremely unique existence.
Even the Supreme Being cannot live forever and needs to absorb a large amount of life essence to maintain his longevity.
But the desolate slaves in the ancient forbidden land are recognized as immortals by the world.
For example, the Taoist sect's founder has lived here for who knows how many years. According to Jiang Fan, he must be at least 20,000 years old.
Even the Great Emperor had to die twice.
But this one still maintains his former appearance, and except for the rotten Taoist robe, his body shows no sign of aging.
There is also Saint Tianxuan. Even if she is a saint in this world, her life span is only more than 6,000 years.
However, she has an ageless appearance at the level of a Tao-killing King, and time seems to have stopped for her.
All this shows that Huangnu is a very strange existence.
"Desolate Nu Near Immortal..."
Jiang Fan murmured, thinking that he could study it if he had time.
At this moment, he had more important things to do, and looked at the female saint in that distant place again.
Just now, in shock, he retreated far away, otherwise, he would have been crushed into dust by the Holy Power immediately.
He brought Xuan Nuer and the Taoist Patriarch to approach again.
This time, as the owner, he was looking at this charming body from eight thousand years ago.
"Tsk tsk, what a beauty among beauties!"
Jiang Fan could only express such emotion.
Although he still couldn't look directly at this charming body for too long and his heart sank, Jiang Fan was no longer afraid.
The stronger the charm of this female saint, the more he needs to overcome it, which will be of great benefit to his future practice.
After taking in a desolate slave again, Jiang Fan decided to delay going to the deepest part.
First of all, we are all in restricted areas anyway, so we can't rush to meet each other for a while.
Secondly, he needs to study the skills of this beautiful female saint, maybe he can gain something.
Jiang Fan took the three of them to find a place to stay.
Send the Taoist patriarch out to search for heavenly materials and earthly treasures.
Now that he has a stronger female saint named Tianmei, he can safely let her be his personal bodyguard.
As for Xuan Nuer, in the depths of this restricted area, the realm of the Tao-killing King is a bit weak.
Just let Zai practice with you.
This is also the strange thing about Huang Nu. He looks like a corpse, but he is able to practice independently.
It was also Jiang Fan who had a sudden thought. He was a desolate slave and could practice it. So, could other desolate slaves do it?
So I asked Xuan Nuer to experiment, and the result was feasible.
But she can only practice cultivation under her own orders.
The rest of the time, he mostly stayed still.
[Ding, you observe the Tianmei Sutra of Saint Tianmei, and through perfection, it undergoes qualitative changes, creating the Yin and Yang and He Jing! 】
[The Yin-Yang Harmony Sutra is the Dacheng Immortal Sutra that integrates the three paths of desire: human desire, heavenly desire, and divine desire. This Immortal Sutra pursues the intersection of yin and yang to achieve the balance of all things, learn from each other's strengths, offset weaknesses, and perfect itself. It can increase the potential of both parties and complement each other. Incomplete, finally complete and transformed into a pure fairy...]
After observing the skills of Saint Tianmei, Jiang Fan understood another immortal scripture.
I was overjoyed inside.
You are so lucky that nothing can stop you.
In addition to the Void Immortal Sutra, he obtained another Immortal Sutra.
He has benefited a lot from the Void Immortal Sutra and has extreme qualifications that go beyond the limits.
And this yin and yang and combined meridian will definitely make him stronger.
"This is a yin-yang magic. It requires the intersection of yin and yang. How to do this?"
After Jiang Fan obtained Yin Yang and He Jing, he fell into trouble again.
It needs to be practiced together with women.
Moreover, a perverted aspect of this technique is that it must be practiced with a beautiful woman with unparalleled charm in order to steal the secrets of heaven and make up for one's own shortcomings.
The more beautiful a woman is, the better her practice will be.
Otherwise, the yin and yang and the combined meridian will produce backlash.
This is a bit unkind.
Doesn't this force him to become Neptune?
Also, the beauties in the fantasy world are all arrogant and proud candidates. They usually keep themselves clean and don't even bother to travel with men.
Those who can be favored by those peerless goddesses are all those who surpass the heaven-defying heroes of their generation.
Jiang Fan is just a desolate slave now. He can't even leave the restricted area, let alone find a beautiful woman to practice.
"Xuan Nu'er doesn't know if it's possible. Her beauty is definitely enough, but she is a desert slave and it would be too uncomfortable to practice with a female corpse..."
Jiang Fan looked at the saint in white sitting cross-legged in the void not far away, practicing.
Her face is like snow, as cold as a banished immortal, and her slim and slender figure is looming under the thin white clothes.
The cold temperament that can only be seen from a distance but not played with is repulsive to people thousands of miles away, but it makes people think about it day and night.
Do you want such a beautiful woman...
Jiang Fan couldn't resist the temptation, got up and walked over.
Sitting in front of Saint Tianxuan, staring at her peerless appearance.
White clothes are better than snow, this is probably the case for slender and charming people!
Especially at this moment, with her eyes closed tightly, she has a solemn and holy posture.
