"Open the killing array..."
At this time, Jiang Fan sacrificed the unknown ancient painting and developed a peerless killing formation to envelop the ancient sword master.
Then he used the Dao Heart Seed Demon Scripture, and his endless thoughts turned into a sea of blood that dyed the killing array red, calcining the ancient sword saint's Dao Heart within it.
The Tianmei female saint also used her charm skills to confuse people's minds. As Yin Ling chuckled, the sound waves shook into the killing array.
Using a two-pronged approach, the ancient sword saint was successfully planted with a demonic seed half a month later while roaring.
"Huh, this ancient sword saint's cultivation level is around the seventh level of a saint, but her combat power is comparable to that of the Tianmei female saint who is at the peak of a saint. But she finally conquered her."
Jiang Fan looked at the ancient sword master who had calmed down and breathed a long sigh of relief.
After refining, he knew the cultivation level of this ancient sword master.
The realm of saints is also divided into nine heavens.
The Ancient Sword Saint is at the seventh level of the Saint.
The female saint Tianmei is close to the ninth level of sainthood, and is only one chance away from becoming a saint king.
However, a large part of Tianmei Female Saint's combat power lies in the way of charm, so she has no tendency to suppress this kind of desolate slave who does not understand emotions.
"Tuoba Sword Master, is that the ancient sword Xuanyuan?"
Jiang Fan pulled away the unknown ancient painting, walked to the sword master who was standing blankly, and looked at the broken sword in his hand.
Although the sword is broken, its background is not small.
It was a broken imperial weapon from a certain era in the past, the Xuanyuan Sword.
The real Xuanyuan Sword was forged by a great human emperor in a certain era. It is said that it was broken when it suppressed Chi You, the former supreme ruler of the restricted area.
A fragment was obtained by this ancient sword master, and then it was re-tempered.
After countless years, the imitation Xuanyuan Sword in the hands of this ancient sword master has also been broken, and it is difficult to withstand the heavenly sword of time.
"I wonder if my incredible understanding can perfect this broken sword?"
Jiang Fan thought about it and thought that he might enter Tianyuan now. Since the desolate slaves near Tianyuan were aggressive, he had to guard against them.
He ordered the Ancient Sword Master to hand over the broken sword.
I found a place to sit down and started observing on my own.
[Ding, you have observed the Xuanyuan Sword fragments, gained insight into the trace of imperial light contained in them, and through perfection, obtained the Xuanyuan Sword quasi-imperial weapon. 】
Suddenly, as Jiang Fan's eyes trembled, he saw the broken ancient sword in his hand.
Suddenly, it seemed as if a hidden thin imperial light was activated, and it began to regain its brilliance.
That ray of imperial light penetrated the ancient sword, repairing its damage, and the ancient sword became gleaming.
Buzz!
Finally, it turned into a golden quasi-imperial weapon.
Although Jiang Fan knew that the thing he had perfected would not attack him, he still took precautions.
The purple-gold holy shield was raised and hung above his head, and it was protected by a waterfall of light.
Fortunately, the imperial light of this quasi-imperial weapon, the Xuanyuan Sword, was restrained and there was no sign of an attack.
Jiang Fan breathed a sigh of relief and handed it over to Sword Master Tuoba after some thought.
After all, he can't activate or refine the quasi-emperor weapon now.
Let the Juggernaut's hand soldiers also display a bit of their power.
After doing this, Zhongli set off with a new team!
Not long after, they encountered another battle.
The vicinity of Tianyuan in this restricted area is really a place of hidden dragons and crouching tigers, and it is definitely a dangerous place.
This time, it was no longer a wild slave who blocked him, but a clay sculpture.
The clay sculpture was placed on a stone platform, placed there abruptly and alone.
Moreover, the surface of the clay sculpture was stained with a trace of blood, which looked extremely strange.
Jiang Fan took one look and couldn't help but feel uncomfortable in his heart.
If he were to face off against a wild slave, even if it was a ferocious beast, he would not feel such a sense of terror.
However, this blood-stained clay sculpture is not a living thing, it is extremely weird.
The clay sculpture was placed outside the gray mist-filled mountain wilderness. When Jiang Fan and the others came within a hundred meters of it, the whole world turned scarlet and terrifying. Countless black shadows laughed and floated around, as if suddenly It appeared out of thin air and rushed towards several people.
Tianmei Nu waved her holy white hand, and the crystal clear holy light shattered the sky, tearing open a ravine tens of thousands of miles away.
It briefly blasted away the slyly laughing black shadows that came towards him.
But it didn't seem to have any miraculous effects.
Those cunningly smiling black shadows increased in number instead of decreasing, floating all over the sky, like hanging ghosts in the bloody sky.
The sound of laughter is driving people crazy!
"I'm eating lemons and filming a horror movie. Even the saints can't do anything about it. Sword Saint Tuoba, kill me."
Jiang Fan was protected by Saint Tianxuan and was completely unable to protect himself at this time.
If it weren't for these wild slaves, he would definitely be torn apart by those ghosts in an instant.
This thing cannot be shaken by a saint.
Zheng!
Tuoba Sword Master strode forward, and his sword-like slender figure held out the golden Xuanyuan Sword. With a twist of his wrist, the Xuanyuan Sword blade reflected a ray of light, which immediately shone into the sky.
The golden light dispersed the bloody sky forcefully.
The ghostly figures in the sky no longer smiled, but instead let out shrill screams, all of which were swallowed up by the sword light.
Tuoba Sword Master's combat power is enough to bring out a ray of quasi-emperor power of the Xuanyuan Sword.
After the bloody sky and mysterious shadows all disappeared.
Jiang Fan saw the blood-stained clay sculpture on the stone platform cracking and cracking.
It seems that all strange phenomena come from this source.
"What the hell, it's so weird. If I hadn't subdued Tuoba Sword Master, I would probably have to stay away."
Jiang Fan is very unhappy. He is playing with power and combat power. Currently, he is not afraid of anyone except Tianyuan Supreme.
It can be said that Jiang Fan is now the real No. 2 figure in the ancient restricted area.
But I didn't expect that there would be all kinds of strange things appearing next to the forbidden area.
This made him cautious.
Now that we have reached the current scale, we must not capsize in the gutter.
[Ding, you have understood the blood-stained clay sculptures and understood the thoughts of the nameless gods in them. You have obtained a method for cultivating the soul: the gods sit on the gate of heaven! 】
After carefully examining the cracked clay sculpture, while Jiang Fan was confused, a cool air flow gathered in his mind, and he understood another heaven-defying method.
Moreover, it is an extremely rare soul cultivation method.
"Hey, is this possible? In other words, this blood-stained clay sculpture once contained a nameless divine thought..."
Jiang Fan murmured to himself!
I feel very happy inside.
Divine thoughts are not something that cats and dogs can give birth to.
It is something that a powerful being is persistent in after death, unwilling to leave, and exists in heaven and earth for a long time.
Most of them are to make up for the regret of not competing.
For example, go see someone you miss, or do something unfinished...
He speculated that the nameless deity possessing the clay sculpture might be trying to warn future generations not to enter the abyss of heaven.
"It's a kind intention. Although I have knocked away your idea of gods, senior, I respect your great virtue. Tianyuan, even if I, Jiang Fan, decide, Jesus will not be able to keep me..."
Jiang Fan said this and bowed to the cracked clay sculpture on the stone platform.
After all, the dissipated divine thoughts did not really kill him, they just wanted to scare him away.
Otherwise, it’s really unclear who will lose and who will win.
After this incident, Jiang Fan was ready to take a rest here.
There is a blood-stained clay sculpture blocking the road, indicating that there is a lot of danger behind!
Moreover, he had just obtained a divine soul method, and he still needed to study it.
