In those ancient times, there were too many strong men who strayed into the depths of the restricted area, were corroded by the desolate air, or were personally detained by the ruthless emperor.
Jiang Fan subdued them one by one, and gradually the number of his slaves exceeded ten.
The identities of some of the saints amazed him.
"Are they all the top orthodox masters from the outside world? What's wrong with them? They have to send them to the restricted area. Now, they've all become my slaves, Jiang Fan..."
Jiang Fan looked at the statue of the Taoist leader from thousands of years ago, or tens of thousands of years ago.
In contrast, Tianxuan Nuer is the youngest among them.
"Sage Wuwu from the Holy Land of Taichu, Patriarch Jietian of Jietian Dao, Giants from the Ancient Demon Clan, and the Holy Mother of Yaochi of a certain generation..."
Because after planting the demon seeds, Jiang Fan read the lives of these desolate slaves and couldn't help but shake his head and sigh.
There have been many outstanding people throughout the ages who were famous during their lifetimes, but their endings were not very good.
Let these wild slaves spread to other areas deep in the restricted area, searching for wild slaves.
It should be noted that there is a large area shrouded in gray fog in the depths of the restricted area.
The place where Jiang Fan is is just a small corner, but the surrounding Tianyuan is extremely vast.
There is a huge difference in the height of some terrains, and with the pounding of law divine thunder, it can be called a small taboo outside the abyss.
Jiang Fan didn't think there would be any gains in those places.
He himself is in the wooden house, happy and happy.
Every day, Saint Tianxuan and Saint Tianmei take turns to practice yin and yang and He Jing.
It is worth mentioning that he met Xuan Nuer several times through that shameful method, and chatted with her as the only confidant in this restricted area.
Even though Xuan Nuer made sarcastic remarks and had nothing nice to say, Jiang Fan was very pleased!
No one talked in the restricted area, it was really boring.
He has not yet fully adapted to the lonely cultivation life of a monk.
As for Tianmei Female Saint, Jiang Fan did not engage in conscious communication.
And intentionally control yourself and enter that state.
After all, he hasn't fully figured out how to face it.
And just over a month had passed since these days.
Jiang Fan suddenly heard Huang Nu's report that there was life floating outside the heavy fog in the restricted area.
Huang Nu will not take the initiative to report these things, but Huang Nu is strictly a different kind of corpse.
If you smell anger, you will voluntarily extinguish it. This is also one of the reasons why the restricted area is very dangerous.
Huang Nu is naturally opposed to the monks from the outside world, and will kill them if they encounter them.
With Jiang Fan's control, these slaves would not pounce on those angry people.
This also made him a little suspicious?
"That means there are living creatures outside the fog. According to the information reported by Huang Nu, it seems to be quite lively?"
"By the way, the Tianjiao Competition..."
Jiang Fan immediately thought of an invitation letter that he had captured a few months ago.
"Let's go and have a look. Anyway, apart from practicing, it's very boring now."
Jiang Fan's eyes flashed, and he immediately took Xuan Nu'er and Mei'er out with him.
After leaving the foggy area, the air became clearer.
Deep in the restricted area, the fog is thick and everything is always hazy.
Jiang Fan still prefers a clean environment.
"Hey, there are people fighting. They are indeed monks from the outside world. It's strange that those monks are so bold to come to the restricted area?"
After Jiang Fan left the restricted area, he quickly encountered two monks dueling.
From his point of view, it was too weak and he couldn't bear to look at it.
"Perhaps a disciple of that small sect entered here by mistake!"
Jiang Fan thought to himself.
He cast the Void Immortal Sutra, his figure was wrapped in a layer of fuzzy mist, and all his breath was cut off. He stood majestically one kilometer away from the two 'little monks' and watched.
Jiang Fan was alone in the depths of the restricted area for a long time.
Even seeing the weak monks felt strange.
As he watched, he realized that the fighting was over.
There was blood splattering, and one party had already made a fatal move.
"Haha, Holy Son Yuhua, you are the first opponent I encountered in this restricted area. I didn't expect you to be so vulnerable. Today, I refined you and cultivated my supreme magic power."
On that battlefield, the one who had the upper hand was a young man who was filled with demonic aura. His face was full of violence, he formed a supreme demon seal, and killed his opponent who was vomiting blood.
It was clear that he was going to take action to extinguish his vitality.
"Devil of Fallen Demon Ridge, although you are very strong, it is not that easy to kill me. Talents compete with each other. If you don't succeed, you will be benevolent. If you dare to kill me, I will drag you to your grave!"
The one who vomited blood was the Holy Son of the Yuhua Ancient Sect.
His cultivation level is around the sixth level of Dragon Transformation Realm.
But his combat power is enough to remain undefeated against a strong man at the peak of the Dragon Transformation Realm.
But the other party is also a genius, and his cultivation level is still higher than his, so this is a big difference.
The Holy Son Yuhua could be trained as the Holy Son of Taoism, and he also had an invincible mind. He was not afraid, and instead sacrificed his own treasure.
A jade flute and strings floated out bursts of urgent sounds, bursting out with great power to attack.
Both sides began to bleed, and their momentum went from peak to weak, but it still hasn't stopped.
Jiang Fan saw that the two of them were almost out of gas.
He shook his head and thought to himself, as for that?
"These two people don't seem to be young monks, but the proud men of the outside world. When can such combat power be called the proud men of heaven?"
Jiang Fan saw that it was about to end and walked out immediately.
Just when the Demon Son of the Fallen Demon Ridge and the Holy Son of the Yuhua Ancient Religion were each using their unique skills, they were about to deliver a fatal blow.
Suddenly, an extremely terrifying wave swept over.
"What, a powerful attack?"
As soon as the two of them had time to get this idea out of their minds, their bodies trembled, and then they fell into endless darkness.
"It won't be good if you die. Since you are the geniuses, you are my Jiang Fan's arsenal of skills!"
Jiang Fan looked at the two people who had fainted.
He just breathed a shock, and Tianjiao couldn't bear it and fainted.
After all, according to what the outside world said, his cultivation in the Immortal Stage Realm was a powerful one.
Jiang Fan began to grab hold of the two of them, activating his brain's potential. His eyes burst out with bright divine light, shining on Tian Tianjiao's body, gaining insight into his cultivation method.
After opening up the brain, various magical powers were born in the human body.
The formation of these magical powers requires the cultivation of skills.
The average monk will focus on one skill, practice it to the extreme, practice it to the point of touching the 'Tao', continue to break through the limits, and eventually become a saint who controls the power of heaven and earth.
But Jiang Fan's path is different. His potential is too high.
It is easy to practice a skill.
And what he has to do is to observe and practice the techniques of the heavens to refine and cultivate his own things.
There are many geniuses in the world who practice this method of cultivation.
Geniuses are destined to be different from ordinary people, and their talents are something ordinary people cannot look up to.
Of course, geniuses are also divided into ordinary geniuses, peerless geniuses, and the king among geniuses.
In Jiang Fan's opinion, this self-proclaimed devil from Fallen Demon Ridge and the holy son of the Yuhua Ancient Religion are the most ordinary geniuses.
He activates the potential of his brain and opens his eyes for insight.
I found that these two guys had only practiced so-so in the first few secret realms of the human body.
It is far from reaching a state of perfection through cultivation.
Does such a genius really deserve to be called a genius?
