Feeling that no one was chasing behind him, Wang Huansheng stopped. A trace of sharpness flashed in his casual eyes.

Dunjia is good at formations. They were seriously injured before and were related to formations. Maybe he was the one who caused it. It can be seen that it was definitely not an accident before. Every accident was inevitable after careful consideration.

It can be seen that sometimes it is not good to be too smart. If you are too smart, you will think too much. A good accident was twisted into a conspiracy in his mind, in order to make him fall into a devil. Although this is indeed the purpose of the Southern Immortal Realm, this time it was really an accident.

"Yang An, are you interested in ruining the Nanxian Realm?"

Although Yang An didn't know the grudge between Tongsan and Dunjia, he knew very well about the grudge between them and the Southern Immortal Realm. In addition, he always stood on Wang Huansheng's side unconditionally.

He actually wanted to make trouble, so he would accompany him.

"It may not work to track them with our strength."

"I said Yang An should not forget my calculation ability. Isn't it enough to just get in front of them?"

"Okay, if you want to overturn, remember to remind me."

"What did you say?"

“The plan is great.”

Rolling his eyes, Wang Huansheng began to sit down and calculate.

Yang An leaned against the tree and looked at him with deep eyes.

Wang Huansheng now looked serious, holding an abacus in both hands. He lowered his eyes slightly, and his slender curly eyelashes printed half a circle of darkness on his jade-like facial features. Every move was noble and particularly attractive.

Yang Anruyu's fingertips slowly stroked the sleeves, his expression was faint, and there was no sign of emotion. No one knew what he was thinking or calculating.

The last time he saw him take out this abacus was a long time ago. It took him a long time to see that he had so much fighting spirit. What have he experienced? He started to be serious again.

From sunset to late at night, a ray of light flashed in Wang Huansheng's eyes. He stood up, put away his abacus, and looked at Yang An who had been paying attention to him. His voice was magnetic and lazy, with a hint of seductive meaning, "You have been standing there."

Yang An nodded slightly, and Wang Huansheng saw that he was still as cold ascetic, and yawned in boredom, pretending and pretending.

"Okay, come with me and find the entrance."

The two of them were walking in the jungle, perhaps because they had been silent for too long. They were a little embarrassed.

Wang Huansheng started the topic, "You said you were actually devastated. Why don't you use the free cultivation level?"

Hearing this, a trace of gloom flashed in Yang An's eyes. Then Wang Huansheng felt his shoulders being pressed tightly. "It hurts."

,What are you doing? Hiss."

Yang An's face was still cold, with a tone, but the dark color in her eyes was as thick as ink. "Destroyed and becoming possessed are two different concepts."

"It's not that easy to be possessed by the demon, and even if you become possessed by the Northern Immortal Realm at most, you will be wanted by the Northern Immortal Realm. I bet that if I have powerful power after being possessed by the demon, the Shengyuan will support me without hesitation." Wang Huansheng seemed to notice a hint of anger against him, and his tone softened unconsciously. However, it was useless, and his anger seemed to be even worse.

"What if there isn't? What if you are not the one who is prophetic?"

Wang Huansheng immediately became timid, "Isn't it just a joke? It won't be too late. My mood will not be devilish in a moment. Don't be angry."

Seeing that there was no effect, Wang Huansheng came to take out a big move that was unhappy with every use - changing the topic. "Finished."

Yang An looked at the formation in the distance, and saw that the plan was successful, Wang Huansheng breathed a sigh of relief. "Depending on the design structure and style, this teleportation array should take us to the place where the array eye is. The array eye is the sword they are looking for."

Yang An smashed Yingmeng's activation array plate over.

The activation array disk can be correctly activated by the activation array disk no matter what formation it is.

The next moment, a golden light flashed and the two of them were sucked in by the formation...

When Wang Huansheng came to his senses again, he and Yang An came to a gloomy plain. Looking around, they were full of swords and the sharp sword energy in the air.

It's a sword tomb.

Yang An closed his eyes and felt the sword energy in the air. From his eyes, Wang Huansheng learned that every sword here was real. He looked at the full sword mountain. It was not easy to find a sword among so many swords! So which one is the array eye?

"Swords are spiritual. They will choose their own masters, and the array eye is even more so. Instead of looking for array eye that is useless to you, you can first find a sword that suits you. There are many good swords here, and you like to refine weapons. Please refer to the swords from the period of God and Demon. It is not bad for you." Yang An's eyes were calm, but the warm light that was scattered was slightly softer.

"Okay. Since you're here, let's go." Wang Huansheng curled his slender and shimmering eyes at him.

The swords around were scattered with sharp sword energy, and they were inserted into the ground one by one, and some sword blades had embroidered. Suddenly, Wang Huansheng had a sudden idea, if I took all the swords here, wouldn't it be enough?

Of course, he also knew that the feasibility was not high. The spiritual sword chose the master. No, its master was not recognized by it, and it was difficult to take it away.

But people are bound to try it before they can be content. He held a sword nearby and tried to pull it up. However, the sword was firmly inserted into the ground and didn't even move. When he wanted to try it harder, he felt that

I felt a cold sword energy burst out from the sword body and attacked him, instantly causing him to retract his hand.

This aroused his competitive spirit, so he insisted on trying to take away a weapon that did not belong to him.

Yang An in the distance watched him play helplessly. Since there was nothing needed to do, he sat cross-legged and let go of his spiritual consciousness to try to sense the spiritual sword that belonged to him. After about a while, he suddenly opened his eyes, with surprise in his eyes, and looked at the mountain in the distance.

Seeing that Wang Huansheng was having fun, he shook his head and turned to walk towards the mountain. The small hill was filled with various swords, and the sword belonging to him was at the top of the mountain. At this time, a sharp sword aura floated on the sword, and low sword sounds came into his spiritual sense, which shocked him.

Yang An stared at the sword with cold light on the hill with a burning eyes. He felt a boiling blood in his heart. It was his sword.

As he walked up the mountain step by step, the sound of swords came from the sword body, and it became louder and louder. The sword aura on the sword body became more and more fierce.

When Yang An stood beside Jian, there was no time when the dark clouds were covered with dark clouds above his head, and the sky was as low as if it was about to press down, and thunder roared in the sky.

Flashes of sharp sword energy turned into a strong wind and swept around him. If you choose a master of the spirit sword, his master will pass the test, otherwise he will die.

Most people will reflexively dodge and resist when immersed in this rich murderous aura. But if you want the spirit sword to recognize you as the main one, you must give it full confidence.

Yang An raised his hand and let the wind pass through his fingers. In an instant, a blood mark appeared on the palm of his hand, and then a piece of his sleeve was cut and slapped into the air. In a blink of an eye, the wind was broken into fine pieces. Yang An stood there without resisting, because all attacks had no effect on the wind, it was the wind everywhere.

When the wind slowly became gentle, Yang An reached out to hold the spiritual sword. A strong vibration came from the sword body with a sound of sword, reaching his heart. He pulled out the sword with force, and a slightly cool breeze appeared on the sword, just like its cold master.

"call out!"

A cold light shone in the sword, and the originally rusty sword became like a newly cast in the next moment.

Yang's dark side was still as calm as water, but a light of joy flashed in his eyes, probably because he felt recognized.

He held a sword flower in his right hand, and saw the sharp sword energy passing through the air, extremely sharp.

He pushed the sword flat to his eyes and stroked his fingertips across the sword body. "From now on, your name is An Huanhuan." A sword sound came from the sword, and there was an excited howling sound.
Chapter completed!