Weighing the purple seal in his hand, Zhang Qian had a thought, and the seal transformed by Fen Baoyan disappeared and was taken into his soul. The strange thing was that as soon as Fen Baoyan entered the soul, it immediately bloomed. The hazy purple clouds protected his soul. Under this layer of purple clouds, he felt that his soul had become extremely stable and much more stable.
After putting away the treasure rock, he was not in a hurry to test the power of this treasure. Instead, he summoned the Mountains and Rivers Sheji Map and asked everyone in Biyou Palace to show up.
"This sacred mountain will be the sect's holy land of our Biyou Palace from now on. You also feel that this place is filled with ancestral spiritual energy, which can make it easier for people to understand the laws and avenues. It is a veritable treasure land. Ancient Qingming, Emperor Xi's Things have become a thing of the past, are you willing to join Biyou Palace and become an elder?"
Zhang Qian looked at Gu Qingming. Even though Gu Qingming was his Ruler, he still asked.
"How dare you disobey your orders!"
At that moment, Gu Qingming took the members of the Jie Emperor clan behind him to take the oath of initiation, connected his luck to the sect's holy pool of luck, and became a disciple of Biyou Palace.
Zhang Qian nodded slightly, and hundreds of thousands of Biyou Palace disciples walked towards the sacred mountain. This sacred mountain was a primitive wilderness, and it was covered with countless rare and exotic herbs, sacred trees and precious medicines that no one knew. After being nourished by the spiritual energy of the ancestral veins for countless years, due to the suppression of the precious stones, these rare herbs and sacred trees did not give rise to spiritual wisdom, but they were full of spiritual power. There will be plenty of time to slowly identify the medicinal properties of these rare herbs. function.
Hundreds of thousands of monks started working together, each using their magical powers. After a while, a wide mountain road appeared, extending all the way to the top of the mountain. Without the Fenbao Rock on the top of the mountain, the top of the mountain looked very empty. There was enough land to build a hall and a palace.
Zhang Qian didn't care much about the construction of the sect's holy land. Instead, he found a place with strong spiritual energy and took out the Qiankun Ding.
boom……!
As soon as the Qiankun Cauldron appeared, a surge of divine fire spread out, but the divine fire of Emperor Xi's life still remained inside the cauldron. The will of Emperor Xi remained in the divine fire, and it began to attack Zhang Qian.
"snort!"
Fenbaoyan suddenly fell, the big seal shook, and a purple fairy light flashed through. The will of Emperor Xi in the divine fire disappeared without a trace, and was erased by the power of Fenbaoyan. Fenbaoyan has the terrifying power to absorb the spiritual consciousness of monks. When Zhang Qian got the three fragments of Fenbaoyan, it was precisely because those fragments could devour spiritual consciousness crazily that he discovered the clues.
The ability of Fenbao Rock to devour spiritual consciousness is naturally stronger. Emperor Xi's Divine Fire of Life has no power to resist. After the will fragment disappeared, the Divine Fire calmed down, floating and sinking inside the treasure tripod, burning quietly, and then No threats.
Zhang Qian didn't even look at the divine fire, and instead looked at the ball composed of countless talismans in the Qiankun Cauldron. Countless mysterious talismans flowed in the ball, which was what the ancestor of the Sword-Biting Ancestor left behind after he returned to his original state. The innate magical power under him, the kind of terrifying magical power that can infinitely swallow up the talent of sword cultivation.
Zhang Qian had been thinking about the innate magical power of the Sword-Eating Ancestor for an unknown amount of time. Now that he has settled down, he can't wait to obtain this magical power.
There is also a slightly illusory roulette wheel next to the ball, which is the roulette wheel of the master sword. Zhang Qian couldn't help but feel lucky. Thanks to the ancestor of the sword-biting sword, the master sword has only appeared for a short time, and the sword cultivation in the world has just begun. Knowing that this kind of swordsmanship appeared, no one had time to practice and comprehend the master swordsmanship.
If time goes by and countless sword cultivators follow the path of the Dominator Sword, it is possible that once the Sword-Eating Ancestor dies, before Zhang Qian can take action, the authority of the Master Sword Dao will be controlled by the sword cultivator who follows this path and become the new master of the Sword Dao.
After calming down his mind, Zhang Qian stretched out his hand and grabbed the round talisman ball. The fragments of the sword-eating ancestor's will among the billions of mysterious talismans had long since disappeared. As long as the ball is swallowed and fused by Zhang Qian, it will be destroyed. Obtaining that terrifying innate magical power is much simpler than when he plundered the three-legged Golden Crow's innate magical power, and there will be no danger.
After looking at the ball in his hand for a while, Zhang Qian suddenly stretched out his finger, a flash of spiritual light burst out, and the round ball exploded instantly, turning into a cloud of talismans.
Uh-huh!
Zhang Qian opened his mouth and sucked the Talisman Cloud into his mouth. Qi and blood surged all over his body. The blood source appeared. A frightening suction force surged out from the depths of the blood source, sucking the billions of Talisman treasure seals in the Talisman Cloud. Attracted past.
After a while, all the talismans fell into the depths of Zhang Qian's bloodline source, and without him even having to do anything, the bloodline's helplessness had already begun to fuse these talismans and seals.
Buzz!
An illusory sword shadow suddenly appeared behind him. At first, the sword shadow was only about ten feet high, but as more talismans and seals were fused from the bloodline source, the sword shadow grew rapidly.
In the blink of an eye, the sword shadow turned into a height of hundreds of feet, and the sharp sword intent invaded the surrounding areas, making the disciples who were building the Biyou Palace sect's holy land a little breathless.
Don't you know that this is just the beginning? The sword shadow hundreds of feet high is growing little by little, just like the ten-thousand-foot sword shadow behind the ancestor of the Sword-Eating Ancestor. At a glance, they are almost the same.
Buzz!
The next moment, the sword shadow grew to a thousand feet high, standing behind Zhang Qian, protecting him. The sword intent swept out like a deep ocean, like huge waves blowing in all directions.
However, this was not the end. After a while, the sword shadow turned into a height of two thousand feet.
As time goes by, the sword shadow becomes taller and more solid.
Three thousand feet!
Four thousand feet!
Six thousand feet!
…
After a while, the sword shadow behind Zhang Qian grew to a height of nine thousand feet, like a pillar standing upright from the sky, and as if it was trying to penetrate the stars under his feet.
Zhang Qian's integration of the Sword-Eating Ancestor's innate magical powers has also reached a critical moment. Most of the Fu Baozhuan scripts that make up the innate magical powers have been successfully integrated into his bloodline source, leaving only a part that has not yet been fused.
This part was the most stubborn. Although there was no fragment of Sword-Eating Ancestor's will in it, Zhang Qian discovered later that the fusion talisman was slow.
After the sword shadow grows to more than nine thousand feet, it will take a long time to even fuse a talisman.
He did not encounter this kind of situation when he integrated the three-legged Golden Crow's innate magical power. He stabilized his mind, calmed down the ancient well, collected distracting thoughts, and focused all his attention on these talismans.
He even forgot the passage of time. On the sacred mountain behind him, palaces appeared one after another, and wide roads were winding around the sacred mountain. Until Li Qingque and others began to arrange the mountain protection formation, Zhang Qian was behind The sword shadow suddenly let out a fierce sword cry.
lofty!
The shadow of this terrifying sword finally reached a height of ten thousand feet!
Buzz!
Zhang Qian opened his eyes and thought to himself, "Has it been a year already?"
It actually took him a year to integrate the innate magical power of the Sword-Eating Ancestor. This was beyond his expectation. When he turned around, he saw that the sacred mountain behind him was already covered with towering palaces and palaces.
