Chapter 50 Ancient Ruins (2)

Hearing Chen Fan's words to himself, the Sword Soul of the Immortal Killing Sword couldn't help but speak: "The way of soul cultivation is boundless, and it makes countless people spend their whole lives and it is difficult to reach the end. Since ancient times, few people have profound knowledge of this formation. After all, just practicing makes people feel that there is not enough time. Only after reaching the level of cultivation and having endless life spans can they have the energy to study."

Chen Fan nodded. In the memory of the ancestor Ni Chentian, he only knew a few words about the formation. Ni Chentian pursued powerful power throughout his life, but he had almost never dabbled in the formation. In the ancient times, the one who studied the most profoundly about the formation was the one who had fallen among the nine masters.

Time is tight, but Chen Fan doesn't have much time to study this formation. He completely follows the formation map. Chen Fan took out a few low-grade sky stones, bounced his fingers around, and set up a simple mysterious formation.

The way to set up arrays is to use the sky stone to set up arrays, to use the instruments to set up arrays, to be middle-grade, to set up arrays with soul power to set up them, to be the best. With a thought, thousands of great formations can be set up before they can be called perfection.

Calm and concentrated his mind. Chen Fan brought up afterimages with both hands. After pinching several magic seals in succession, he pointed forward with one hand, and suddenly a illusory mist appeared around him, completely covering up hundreds of feet nearby.

Looking at the fog, Chen Fan smiled bitterly. This formation can be said to be very rough and can only serve as a warning. If you want to stop it or trap the enemy, it is too bad. After all, you can survive in the depths of the wilderness, and you are all on the soul pill.

However, for Chen Fan, being able to be alert is enough.

Sitting cross-legged, the moment the yin and cold air rose, Chen Fan gently placed his hands on his knees, and the magic shadow of nearly ten feet high appeared again, swallowing it in big mouthfuls.

The cold and cold energy of the yin are cold, and it also carries a dead energy. After being absorbed into the body, although the Wanjie True Yuan was swallowed and digested vigorously, it still had some icy coldness that spread from the inside to the outside of the internal organs, meridians, muscles and bones, even with the strength of Chen Fan's physical body, he couldn't help but tremble.

As the more the yin and cold air was inhaled, Chen Fan's hands and feet began to gradually become colder, and a layer of frost appeared on his body. A cold breath came out from his body, almost integrated with the yin and cold air in the entire ruins.

After this night of devouring and digestion, Chen Fan's dantian was originally just an illusory qi ball, but now a whirlpool has formed strangely, and the qi ball gradually tends to condense. Once it is completely condensed, Chen Fan can successfully condense the Wanjia Pill, and the fourth level of Wanjia Immortal Body can reach its peak!

In this way, Chen Fan settled in this ruined place, and he would crazily devour the cold and cold energy every night. A month passed quietly.

In this month, Chen Fan, in addition to devouring and digesting the yin and cold energy, hoping to condense the Wanjie Pill more quickly, during the day, he would devote himself to understanding the source of the space inherited by the heavenly beings. Over the past few days, Chen Fan has become more adept at mastering the magical power of controlling fire.

At the same time, Chen Fan never gave up trying to truly open up the first-line heaven. Before reaching the realm of heaven and man, he controlled the power of the law in advance. However, every time he felt the terror that his body was about to collapse, Chen Fan had no choice but to give up.

According to the Soul of Killing Immortal Sword, the power of the law is not something that can be controlled by the strong body of the body, but requires the realm of divine thoughts. Unless Chen Fan's body can be strong to the ninth level of immortal body of the immortal kalpa, if you want to truly control the law, you can only wait until after the heavenly beings.

On this day, night fell again, and Chen Fan did not continue to swallow the yin and cold energy, because the vortex of the qi group formed by the true essence of the Wanjiao in his body had reached a saturation. Continuing to swallow the Yin and cold energy to transform it into the true essence of the Wanjiao, he would only feel a kind of pain like tearing the flesh and meridians. It was obvious that his cultivation had reached a bottleneck.

Detecting the divine thoughts, the ruins in the middle of the night were as calm and silent as ever. Suddenly, Chen Fan's divine thoughts moved, and the cold aura rolled strangely. A very fast figure appeared on the periphery of the mystical array. Under the divine thoughts, Chen Fan only saw a vague black figure. The other party was obviously familiar with the road, and it was not the first time he came here.

The moment the other party appeared, Chen Fan saw clearly his appearance. He was a man who was more than two meters tall, his muscles were like an old tree root, and there was an ancient yellow rune on his eyebrows. On his dull and honest face, he looked at the mysterious formation, and his eyes were filled with doubts.

Chen Fan's divine thought locked the opponent, and he was not in a hurry to attack. He wanted to see what this weird guy who had come more than once wanted to do.

The man from the iron tower turned around outside the fog and stopped. Then he saw his eyes condensed, his body moved, and rushed into the formation.

The moment he entered the formation, Chen Fan snorted coldly, murderous intent appeared in his eyes, bounced his right hand with a bent finger, and a black sword light shot out from his fingertips, attacking the big man.

The man from the iron tower seemed to be extremely strong. He rushed in all the way. The confusion ability of the small mysterious formation did not stop him at all. Seeing that the formation was about to be destroyed by his brute force, Chen Fan's sword light instantly stabbed his chest.

With a rumbling sound, the roar of the tower man came from the fog, and then a huge force came from the formation. Several low-grade sky stones arranged in the formation were shattered one after another, and the spiritual energy in it completely dissipated and merged into the cold and cold air that spread around.

As soon as the formation was broken, the fog suddenly dissipated. At this time, the man also saw Chen Fan sitting cross-legged in the open space. He saw bloodthirsty eyes, yellow runes on the edges flashed, and he rushed towards Chen Fan with a grim smile.

Chen Fan's expression was still indifferent, and there was no change in expression because the formation was broken. Just as the man was about to rush to Chen Fan, a red thunder suddenly flashed across the dark night sky, and then instantly struck him.

The man was slashed by the thunder punishment magic power and suddenly felt aroused all over his body. His black hair stood up one by one, and his whole body was numb and snorted with pain. He took a few steps back and looked at Chen Fan's eyes, showing a look of fear.

Chen Fan frowned, but he didn't expect that this great man could withstand his thunder punishment without dying. His eyes suddenly became cold. Due to his diligence in cultivation, the magic shadow that had evolved into more than ten feet high suddenly appeared. Before Chen Fan moved, the magic shadow waved his hand and slapped it with a large hand seal covering the sky.

There was only a muffled sound of roaring sound, and blood was gushing from the mouth of the big man, and the yellow runes on his eyebrows kept flashing. A big handprint covering the sky just knocked it down, and his whole person was embedded in the earth, but he was still not dead!

His face darkened, Chen Fan's figure disappeared from its original place in an instant, and then appeared next to the man. The power of the fire-attributed genus condensed in his right hand and turned into a long sword with flames rising. The tip of the sword pointed at the middle of the man's eyebrows. Chen Fan said coldly: "Who are you?"

"I'm here to practice here and don't want to hurt people at will. Even if I teach you a lesson this time, if there is another time, don't blame Chen for killing me." The cold light flashed in my eyes, and Chen Fan's tone was full of murderous intent.

The big man opened his mouth but said nothing. Although he looked at Chen Fan's eyes, he was still afraid, but he had a hint of strength and indomitableness.

He casually dispersed the fire-colored sword in his hand, and at the same time he put the magic shadow into his body. Chen Fan slowly walked towards the open space, and then sat cross-legged again, no longer looking at the big man.

The big man saw Chen Fan's movements and hesitated for a moment. He touched his chest. The seriously injured inner support could not recover in a few days. After looking at Chen Fan with fear, the big man immediately turned around and disappeared into the cold breath.

Looking at the direction of the man's departure, Chen Fan's eyes flashed, and the voice of the Sword Soul of the Immortal Killing Sword suddenly came: "I guess you can see that you have also seen that the kid was the War Witch Clan just now."

Chen Fan nodded indifferently and said, "Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue, purple, yellow, yellow runes on his eyebrows are flickering. It is obviously not stable. He should be the war witch who has just advanced to the early stage of the Soul Pill."

"In the ancient times, the nine masters fell to six of them, and countless powerful people were almost dead. I wonder if the twelve ancestor witches from the War Witch Clan were still alive." Lu Xian seemed to remember some past events again, and his words revealed a deep vicissitudes.

A flash of light in his eyes. Chen Fan looked at the confused cold air around him and suddenly asked, "What happened in Taichung back then?" This was the first time Chen Fan asked the Sword Soul of the Immortal. He always felt that some things had never been told to him.

Hearing Chen Fan's question, Lu Xian was silent. After a while, the sword soul of Lu Xian sighed slowly and said, "Actually, I don't know much. I only know that your ancestor Ni Chentian was killed by the three great masters of Taiqing, Shangqing and Tongtian. The eight great masters could not withstand the power of the sword of the Heavenly Dao Viagra Sword. Only the sword ancestor who practiced the sword, and the two great masters with the strongest body, had not died, and the other masters died on the spot!"

Speaking of this, Lu Xian took a deep breath and said again: "Since the catastrophe has been brought in with him, the entire ancient prehistoric world is probably bound to be immune to this catastrophe!"

"The Sword of Vicissitudes of Heaven..." Looking up at the hazy void, Chen Fan murmured to himself. The legendary supreme divine weapon, the Vicissitudes of Heaven, killed the six great masters, triggering a catastrophe that changed the ancient times. The supreme legend above the Lord, it seems that it really exists!
Chapter completed!