Under the protection of the last trace of the power of the sword soul of the Immortal, Chen Fan's body shuttled through a silver-white space. At the moment when the Immortal Sword Soul fell asleep, Chen Fan recovered his mind.

"The vicissitudes of time, as long as Chen is not dead, even if he goes to heaven and earth, fights the sky and the earth, fights all directions, kills the sky and the earth, kills all directions, Chen will definitely not let you down!" Because the Sword Soul of the Immortal Killing Sword Technique used Chen Fan's physical body to kill the sword technique, although Chen Fan recovered his mind, he was injured in his physical body and could only say silently in his heart.

Among the silver and white, there was only a touch of blood red, driven by divine thoughts. The true energy of thousands of kalpas in Chen Fan's body surged, repairing his body that was close to the brink of collapse because of the huge killing power. He didn't know when he would be his head floating between this space. Unless his body recovered, he could stop, or when the last trace of sword soul power dissipated, he would naturally stop.

There was no time to alternate in this piece of silver. Chen Fan calculated in his mind, but it had been more than a month. At this time, Chen Fan's body recovered with all his strength, and his divine thoughts returned to his position and regained control of his body.

The eyes, which had been closed for more than a month, suddenly opened, and two ink-black sharp aura shot out, then two purple lights flashed deep in the pupils, followed by a piece of silver white, then a touch of blood red, and finally returned to calmness and indifference.

A pair of wings of Wanjie, a wing wide spread out behind him. Chen Fan stood in the silver-white void, and the last trace of sword soul power remaining outside his body merged into his body. Then, in the palm of Chen Fan's left hand, it turned into a blood-colored small sword. This was the last life-saving talisman left to him by Kuxian.

With the power of the sword soul remaining in this blood-colored sword, Chen Fan could use him to launch three attacks. Each attack was equivalent to a blow by a monk at the early stage of the heavenly realm. There was only so much that could be done for him when the immortals died, which was a great effort.

"In the ancient times, soul pills were all over the ground, and heavenly beings were not as good as dogs, but now they were played with by several heavenly cultivators. I, Chen Fan, must become stronger!" At this moment, Chen Fan gave up the last trace of simplicity in his heart. Since the weak and intrigue in the world of cultivation, I, Chen Fan, will become a strong man and stand on the top of all living beings!

The indifferent eyes gradually turned into coldness, and a touch of evil spirit surrounded Chen Fan invisibly. At the moment when the Immortal Sword Soul was sleeping to save him, Chen Fan's heart was already cold. This touch of evil spirit was his unwillingness to the world!

He clenched his right hand with a single fist and then opened it into a claw. Between Chen Fan's hands, the silver-white space power flashed, and he suddenly waved it forward, trying to tear open the space and get out of it.

By touching the space with the power of space, Chen Fan could feel that his hands were actually touching the space barrier. However, due to insufficient strength, he could only shake the space out of endless ripples, but he could not tear it apart, let alone leave.

In desperation, Chen Fan stopped his movements and sat cross-legged in a silver-white space. The power of space was surrounded by endless power of space, but it was of no use to Chen Fan. In the dantian, the vortex of the qi ball was almost saturated, and it was useless to swallow the power of other attributes.

Close your eyes slightly, Chen Fan slowly calmed down his mind and began to think about his current situation. It can be said that from the years since he started practicing to the present, Chen Fan can be said to have made many enemies.

The sixth-grade Yuling Sect, the seventh-grade Qingtian Palace, and the current eighth-grade Spirit Corpse Sect. Now the Soul of the Killing Immortal Sword is already asleep, leaving him with a killing sword energy condensed by the power of his natal sword soul. At the same time, he can also control the Killing Immortal Sword Freezing. In addition, Chen Fan can act as a trump card, only his skills, secret techniques and supernatural powers.

If the Nine-Turn Heart Refining Art and the Immortal Body of All Killings reach the final realm, who can match yourself except the Lord? However, the path of cultivation is already against the will of heaven and earth, and there is no shortcut to take.

In addition, there are three promises from the sixth-grade Sun and Moon Sect. At that time, Wu Fa of Ziyang Sword once said that even for the sake of facing the eighth-grade sect, the Sun and Moon Sect was willing to give all the strength of the entire sect to help him.

Thinking of this, Chen Fan smiled bitterly. If Chen Fan had indeed believed Wu Fa's words in the past, but now that he had seen the strength of the eighth-grade Spirit Corpse Sect, Chen Fan felt that this promise was a bit ridiculous.

The Sun and Moon Sect cares so much about a celestial inheritance. From this point of view, there should be no celestial cultivator. Even if there are, there must be at most one at most, and it may even be impossible to take action. Otherwise, they would not care so much about the celestial inheritance and made such a heavy promise to themselves.

If this is a good guess, then the Sun and Moon Sect will definitely be tortured against the Lingzi Sect.

Therefore, if you want to gain a foothold in the world of cultivation, you can only rely on yourself.

Thinking of this, Chen Fan opened his eyes and staying here in the gap between space would be useless. Instead, it would be better to go out and find opportunities to practice hard and reach the realm of heaven and man as soon as possible. Only in this way can he establish himself in the world of cultivation without fear of anyone.

With the Nine-Turn Heart Refining Art, the Immortal Body of All Tribulation, and the mysterious tokens in the Dantian, plus the countless shocking magical powers of the ancestor Ni Chentian, Chen Fan did not believe that he would be a weak person.

A trace of coldness flashed deep in his eyes. Chen Fan raised his left hand and stroked forward. A blood-colored sword energy suddenly shot out, tearing the space open in an instant. In order to leave here, Chen Fan had no choice but to use the killing sword energy once.

In the north of the Yueji Lake area, there is a mountain range that stretches for countless thousands of miles. The south of the mountain range is the Yueji Lake area. To the north of the mountain range, there is a big city called Jinghong City, and this mountain range is called Jinghong Ridge.

There are two major sects in the northern area of ​​Jinghongling, namely the fifth-grade Xuanling Sect and the fifth-grade Hehuan Sect. At this time, countless disciples from the two major sects who were below the soul pill realm all entered Jinghongling and carried out a trial.

There are thirty disciples in total, and each sect sends fifteen people, each with a token on his body. After a day, whoever comes out of it, the one with the most tokens on his body is the number one master of the younger generation of Jinghong City.

The first place reward is a sixth-grade magic weapon and a fourth-grade treasure weapon.

The leader of this trial is the six soul pill cultivators of the two major sects, the two soul pills in the late stage, and the four soul pills in the early stage.

The trial just began, and each disciple entered Jinghong Ridge from different directions. What they were going to face was not only disciples from the same sect or disciples from another sect, but also to avoid or deal with monsters that often appear in the mountains and forests.

At this moment, the sun had just risen for less than a quarter of an hour, and a blood flashed across the void, and then a huge crack was torn open in the space, followed by a long ink-colored rainbow that rushed out of the crack and sank into the forest of Jinghong Ridge.

All this happened silently, but the six soul pill monks standing outside Jinghong Ridge did not notice it at all.

The figure that turned into a long rainbow from the crack in the space was Chen Fan. He didn't know where he would go after he went out, so he restrained his breath in his body the moment he walked out of the crack, so he did not attract the attention of others.

Standing in the dense forest with a cold expression, Chen Fan moved his mind, and a pink flying sword shot out from the jungle beside him and hit Chen Fan.

With a cold snorted, Chen Fan raised his hand and slapped it. The flying sword that was just a fourth-grade magic weapon was slapped away by him. What surprised Chen Fan was that the flying sword actually contained a strange power that charmed people's minds, which seemed to be related to the most primitive desires of people.

Chen Fan's cultivation is comparable to that of the soul pill, so he is naturally not affected by this power. With his cold eyes, he looks in the direction of the flying sword, and then he sees a young man in gorgeous clothes walking out slowly and slowly.

As soon as the young disciple appeared, he looked at Chen Fan with interest and said with a smile: "When did Xuanling Sect come out of you?" Although he was very calm, the young man was in a state of uncertainty. The other party could easily slapped his flying sword, which was obviously more than his cultivation level.

Chen Fan looked at the other party coldly, frowned, but did not say anything.

Seeing that the other party looked down on him so much, the young man snorted coldly, pointed his right hand, and the pink flying sword flew to him and said, "No matter who you are, leave your storage bag and the token on your body, and I will let you go."

As he spoke, a trace of evil smile appeared on the corner of the young man's mouth, and then with a point on his right hand, the pink flying sword flashed and shot towards Chen Fan's chest and heart with a stronger force than the sneak attack.

Looking at the young man in front of him coldly, Chen Fan slowly raised his right hand, and a strong murderous intent appeared in his heart. He flipped his hands in the air, and the painted black handprints covering the sky fell down. In the terrified eyes of the young man, he directly slapped it into ashes. Only a storage bag and a token flashing with a faint blue halo were left on the ground.

Taking a step forward slowly, Chen Fan's figure changed in an instant, and his magical powers were unfolded like a shadow, turning into the appearance of the young man. Then he picked up the storage bag and token on the ground, Chen Fan escaped directly.

The cultivator is the world of the weak. Between the cracks in the space, Chen Fan's heart of Tao began to transform, Chen Fan had already changed. He was no longer a kind cultivator who killed people easily. Without a determined and determined murderous intention, how can he gain a foothold in the cultivation world and become a strong man on the top of all living beings?

Just as Chen Fan left, three cultivators at the peak of soul condensation realm who felt the soul power fluctuations here rushed over. These three were two men and one woman, both very young.

"It's the breath of Hehuan Sect, chase!" One of the men felt the fluctuations of the soul power around them, and then their faces turned cold. The three of them stood up with their swords, turned into a long rainbow, and chased Chen Fan in the direction of him.

Feeling the three people chasing not far behind him, Chen Fan's cold face suddenly became murderous. He didn't want his identity to be exposed, so he waved his hand and expanded his power of fire control. A vast sea of ​​fire like a vast ocean swept towards the three people behind him.
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