Under the high platform, the water of the sword pool is still there; on the high platform, the central Wuji Qilin sword is still there... Other places are full of devastation, and I can't see you again.

Next to the sword pool, Zhang Fancheng lies in big words, motionless, only his chest is slightly undulating.

After a long time, he finally overcame the lack of thief in his body and the pain of slaughtering by thousands of knives. He slowly supported himself, looked around and breathed a sigh of relief.

He was the only one left in the huge central sword domain, and the Lord of the Sword Soul who was always watching all this silently on the platform.

"What a pity! At this time, the voice of the Ku Taoist suddenly rang out." Yes, what a pity!"

Zhang Fan nodded and said helplessly: "It's a pity that Miejue, but it's a pity that it's just like that. Jian Li and Jian Li escaped. It's not that easy to kill him next time."

Previously, at the last moment, Miejue awakened the puppet-like Li Piaoping with determination, stabbed each other and exploded, and a heroic and sharp woman died like this.

What's even more regretful is that even in this case, Jian Li was unable to kill him, so how could he not sigh?

At that moment, the reason why Brother Zhang was not hesitant to be injured and supported by the universe in his sleeve was that he did not give Jian Li any time to react.

During this period of contact and struggle, he also saw the truth and reality of Jian Li.

Jian Li obviously has some flaws and can only rely on possessed puppets to fight. Every attack he attacked was carried out by the puppet body. If this body was destroyed, his tenth-year-old would lose the ability to resist.

This is true. The Miejue Golden Pill exploded and died in silence with Li Piaoping. Jian Li, who escaped from Liangqiang, had no intention of taking action. Instead, he burned himself and forced out the essence, and instantly escaped from the sword domain.

If he had a little ability, how could he be like this?

You know, at that time, Zhang Fan had the strength to reach out and stop him.

This is exactly what he regrets. If he could have left a little strength at that time, even a little bit, he might have been able to keep Jianli forever.

"Bad!"

Unexpectedly, Zhang Fan's regret just now made the person who Ku Dao blocked him back.

"Is there any use to kill him?"

"Breaking two-day thing!"

Um?

As soon as the Taoist Ku finished speaking, Zhang Fan's expression moved and asked, "Old Ku, do you mean Jian Qing is useful?"

"Of course it's useful!"

The Ku Taoist instantly interrogated: "That's a sword baby, a veritable treasure!"

"If the old man still has a physical body, he must capture him! Although he doesn't need it, it's good to use it to fulfill his disciples."

Now Zhang Fan understood a little, and said with great spirit: "Old Ku, please tell me in detail."

Only after the story of the Ku Taoist, he realized what he had missed, and the idea of ​​killing disappeared in an instant.

The Nascent Soul can seize the body of the body; how can the physical body be taken away?

Yes, but not that simple! Just erasing the soul of the Nascent Soul only leaves pure power. When you use secret techniques to enter the body, you will not only not be able to create a Nascent Soul master, but you can't even be the second Nascent Soul.

Otherwise, how could those masters in the middle and late stages of Nascent Soul not hunt down those who have just entered Nascent Soul? The reason is that Nascent Soul is a combination of energy and spirit and lifelong cultivation, and even contains a personal innate mark. This kind of thing cannot be erased, just like a person's hand, it cannot be taken out of thin air to another person's limb, and the innate repulsion of the body mark.

It is impossible for the infusion of the Nascent Soul to be better than the arms and limbs.

Among the masters in the immortal world, some of them have refined the second Nascent Soul. Their second Nascent Soul is not human Nascent Soul, or even demon Nascent Soul. They can only be taken from inanimate objects without innate imprints.

The best one is the Nascent Soul, which has been cultivated for many years.

This kind of infant-free nature does not contain the innate imprint of living beings in nature, and is the best material for refining the second Nascent Soul.

However, this kind of innate spiritual object is rare and it is extremely difficult to cultivate without infants. Not to mention the difficulty of charging, just to meet it, you need an amazing opportunity.

Therefore, there are very few who have great supernatural powers who have the second Nascent Soul, and only a handful of them are.

If this kind of spiritual object that can be used as the second Nascent Soul becomes an infant, if it falls into the hands of a monk with a pill, and is refined with secret methods and is included in the body, although it cannot be directly promoted to Nascent Soul, it can have some of the power of Nascent Soul.

The strong ones can even fight against the old Nascent Soul monster. Zhang Fan faced this opportunity before. Jianli is essentially a kind of sword baby, which is different from the Lord of the Sword Soul on the platform.

The Lord of the Sword Soul did not condense into a real baby entity. He was just manifested by pure power. Jian Qing was different. He relied on the essential sword energy and evil spirits, and transformed into a living body that was a typical spiritual object into a baby.

As long as he is subdued and the spiritual consciousness is wiped out, he will be a Nascent Soul like a blank paper and has no spikes.

Unfortunately, Zhang Fan sighed, and the regret in it was just like the bitter Taoist who had just happened to be a moment ago.

With his magical powers, if he reaches the stage of great perfection of the elixir and refines this sword baby, he may be able to compete with the old monster in the early stage of the Nascent Soul. Even if he is not good, he will not be slaughtered. He will definitely be able to escape.

Even if the Nascent Soul is perfect in the future, it can be transformed into the second Nascent Soul and gain more combat power out of thin air, decades later, the shocking battle to return to Qinzhou will definitely give you more points. "Boy, there is still a chance to practice. I will find that sword again in the future and refine him into the second Nascent Soul. Not to mention that you can do whatever you want in the elixir period, even if you encounter the old Nascent Soul monster, you have to fight first."

The voice of Taoist Ku was full of bewitching, and Zhang Fan nodded, paying attention to it secretly.

However, Yun is going to be the future. Now, even if he meets Jian Li head-on, he is afraid he will not be his opponent, let alone capture him alive.

"There is a chance!" Jian Li couldn't kill him today. When he met again, he would no longer be his opponent. He took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and Zhang Fan slowly stood up and looked at the platform. Now everything has been settled, and it is time to collect the spoils. The original choice of the heart, like Zhang Fan, is between the two. Now it is different. The Lord of the Sword Soul, he has no choice at all.

Jian Li had already made it clear before. Now the Lord of Sword Soul is a typical day and night, and he can no longer wait for a five hundred years.

Above the sword pool and under the platform, the ladder of the heaven was condensed again at some point, spreading from the platform to the bank of the sword pool at his feet.

Step by step, he climbed up the steps. After a moment, Zhang Fan stood on the high platform again. In front of him was the Central Wuji Qilin Sword, which was the Central Wuji Qilin Sword.

The Lord of the Sword Soul, whose hair and beard are all white, stand calmly on the platform.

No matter how intense or thrilling the previous battle, he never touched a single finger, let alone, five hundred years ago, he directly created the sword cultivator's magical powers.

Obviously, as Jian Li said, he no longer dared to use any power.

The Lord of the Sword Soul stood quietly, looking up at the sky, as if all the external objects did not affect his heart.

Until Zhang Fan stood in front of him.

At this time, the Lord of the Sword Soul looked at him without any nonsense and said directly: "On the road to asking, you can make a decision with peace of mind and kill everything. Although it is not the power of the sword, it is okay.

"But ask your heart!" Listening quietly to the Lord of Soul, Zhang Fan's mouth curled up a curve. If there were no other choice, it would be so easy to talk to. The Lord of Sword Soul did not mean to let him reply, and continued: "Whether it is a mountain of swords or sea of ​​fire; whether it is strong or weak; whether it is life, it is still "hard and diligent, never stop; wherever the sword is, it is unbreakable!"

"Can you hold on?"

It was like a ceremony, at the beginning, the sword soul's indifferent tone was still coming to the back, and the voice spread far away, and the entire sword domain was trembling.

"Don't be afraid, don't hesitate, don't be cowardly, don't go against your will!"

"Can you hold on?"

At some point, in the roar of the huge sword domain, whether it was white sand or the light energy in the air, they all condensed and turned into swords all over the mountains! Countless swords were bowing down like pilgrimage, and the sound of swords rushed straight into the sky, as if cheering for the birth of a new king.

All the passionate blood is boiling.

"Only I can only have a sword, and I can roam the world; there is nothing else besides the sword."

"Can you hold on?"

Suddenly, every word is sharp and shining, making the sound of gold and stone, and is in harmony with thousands of swords.

In a trance, it seemed that in ancient times, the sword cultivator broke all the magic with one sword, and passed by alone, passing by the sky, and there was a piece of ruins, but it could not be exchanged for him, and he stopped half a step! In an instant, in front of Zhang Fan's eyes, mind, and even in his soul, there was the sword energy whizzing past him, and nothing else besides that.

An endless desire emerged from my heart, and I also wanted to be like him, wandering rampantly, and there was no one in the sky and earth that could not let me face it! As long as I nodded, agreed, and just said "can hold!", I could gain the power of luck. After a long time, the sound of "can hold" never appeared.

The Lord of the Sword Soul stared into Zhang Fan's eyes, and there was liberation, confusion, expectation, and indescribable complexity.

Perhaps, the feelings he has shown over the past tens of thousands of years are not as much as he sees. "There is nothing else besides the sword?"

After a while, in the sunlight of the sword soul, Zhang Fan suddenly chuckled lightly, and the laughter became louder and louder, gradually overwhelming the sound of thousands of swords! "So, where am I?!"
Chapter completed!