As the two women were talking, they heard a sudden explosion. The giant red ball that was originally floating in the void suddenly lost its light, while Yang Lan's body of jade skin and golden bones shrank inch by inch!

The slender arms of Wu Xian's real body shrank strangely back into the body, while the huge head became more and more pointed, and the skin and muscles shrank inward. The entire body seemed to have transformed from a human into a sword-shaped embryo in an instant!

The light of the Zhuxie Sword slowly dissipated, and there seemed to be another majestic fairy sword in the void, but Yang Lan's body no longer existed...

When Fairy Miaoyuan saw this scene, she immediately understood that if Yang Nan hadn't wiped out all the consciousness in Wu Xian's true body, how could this body have become like this?

After six years of work, the true form of the Martial Immortal finally became the fetus of the Immortal Sword!

Jue Cang Rouran witnessed this unspeakably miraculous scene of a man turning into a sword with his own eyes. He was greatly surprised and praised repeatedly: "The ancestor's magical power is really amazing. He actually refined the true form of the immortal!"

While the two women were admiring, they suddenly saw the red light fade away, and a figure flew out of the sword-shaped immortal body with a loud smile. This figure had a face like a crown of jade, with red lips and white teeth. He was wearing a Taoist robe, which made him look even more elegant.

Angry, isn’t it Yang Nan?

The two girls stepped forward to greet them, their faces lit up with joy, and they said at the same time: "Lang Jun (ancestor), has your sword been refined?"

Yang Nan chuckled, raised his eyebrows and said: "How can it be so fast? However, I have wiped out Yang Lan's consciousness from the inside to the outside, from top to bottom. From now on, this immortal body is in my possession.

Got it!"

Yang Nan made a slight move and took the sword-shaped immortal body floating in the void in his hand. He held the embryo of the immortal sword that was condensed from one foot and eight inches into one foot long and one inch wide, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart!

In the battle in the Immortal Body World, although he had the help of the Overlord Armor Spirit, it took him five years to destroy the remaining soul and consciousness of Yang Lan!

The sword field is like a battlefield. Although he is victorious, the size of the immortal body world and the amount of Yang Lan's spiritual consciousness are also terrifying figures!

In the past five years, he had tried his best to explore every drop of blood, every inch of flesh, and every bone in Wu Xian's true body, killing them all the way. Yang Lan's consciousness had disappeared and no longer existed.

, now this immortal sword embryo belongs to him!

The world of the Immortal Body is so big that even with his current tyrannical cultivation, it is difficult for him. Although this sword refining process is extremely cumbersome, it is extremely appropriate. Not to mention that Yang Lan has been completely annihilated. Even if there is still spiritual consciousness, he can't fight it now.

The armor that dominates the magpie's nest has become magical!

The overbearing and tyrannical Ba Jia only obeys the orders of Yang Nan. Now the embryo of the fairy sword is like Yang Nan's own arm. Although its power is not yet fully developed, it is extremely handy to use!

The embryo of the immortal sword has been formed, and the next step is to condense the sword body, seal the restriction, and the final stage of the human sword and one.

The Kunlun sect's natal divine sword is no better than the low-level flying swords refined by monks in the world. The flying sword is just a magic weapon that relies on a trace of spiritual thoughts to bombard others, while the natal divine sword relies on the Kunlun disciples' entire cultivation, soul, and Taoism.

Furnace, its transformations are far beyond what a flying sword can match. Without the divine sword of destiny, there would be no disciples of Kunlun. The secrets of the Bing Sect's techniques are far superior to those of other sects in the world.

The immortal sword embryo, which is one foot long and one inch wide, is too big. Yang Nan is only about one foot seven or eight tall. Now holding this immortal sword that is about the same height as himself is too terrifying.

Every inch of flesh, blood, sinew, and bones in the Martial Immortal's true body is an unparalleled treasure. How to condense and purify it, how to seal it, and how to increase its power have become Yang Nan's top priorities.

Yang Nan told all this story one by one. Miaoyuan and Juecang Rouran listened leisurely and fascinated. The immortal's true body was extremely difficult to damage, but Yang Nan used his magical method to forge this immortal sword. It can be imagined that he

If Sun were an immortal and faced this terrifying sword, he would probably suffer a lot!

"Okay, didn't Rouran say that she painted a picture of Xuan Bing Xiaoyao? Come and take me to have a look."

After wiping out Yang Lan's consciousness, Yang Nan felt refreshed and was not in a hurry to practice sword making. When he saw the huge silk scroll unfolding in the Hanquan Garden, he couldn't help but feel a little curious.

Juecang Rouran entered the Xuanbing Ancient Palace at the age of fourteen. Six years have passed and she has grown into a beautiful woman with blue hair, black eyes and a graceful face. However, in Yang Nan's heart, this little girl is no different from the past. He

He even didn't see the gleam of sadness flashing in her eyes at all.

Fairy Miaoyuan looked at Yang Nan angrily and said, "You can just refine your sword, but you asked Rouran to spend a lot of effort to draw a picture of Xuan Bing Xiaoyao. She has spent a month every year for the past five years.

When it comes to painting, if it weren’t for her Taoist heart and rapid progress in cultivation, how could I allow her to act like this?"

Yang Nan chuckled and said: "Don't blame me for the wonderful source. Cultivating the Tao in the human body and tempering the Taoist mind is not just about quietly enlightening the Tao. It also has the same effect with the help of all the laws and Tao in the world. Come on, come on, let me see Rouran's hands.

How beautiful is the picture painted?”

The three of them stood in front of the huge spiritual silk scroll, and saw a breeze blowing in the palace. The figures and scenery on the spiritual silk scroll trembled slightly in the wind, as if they were about to step off the painting.

What Xuan Bing Xiaoyao painted was the time the three of them spent together in the Xuan Bing Ancient Palace. Jue Cang Rouran was very original, and what she painted was exactly the moment when she and Yang Nan were playing together that day.

At that moment, the dome sky was shining brightly, illuminating the seven-story hall with strange light. On the crystal water of the pool, Yang Nan laughed with his hands on his hips, one foot on the water, and the other foot was kicking a crystal clear ice hockey ball towards Jue, who was flying in the air.

Cang Rouran.

Jue Cang Rouran was dressed in a mysterious ice dress, with ribbons hanging from the air. She had a pair of jade arms in an intercepting posture, her eyes staring at the huge flying ice ball, and a nervous and interesting aura naturally emerged from her body.

Fairy Miaoyuan, on the other hand, leaned on the edge of the jade platform where the cold spring blossomed like flowers with a smile on her face and gazed at it. Yang Nan's free and unrestrained figure, Jue Cang Rouran's concentration, and the look on her face that she wanted to catch the ice ball with all her heart, the endless expression in Fairy Miaoyuan's eyes.

The gentle colors are all jumping out on the silk reel, like a living person!

Yang Nan's unrestrained and unrestrained, Jue Cangrou's innocence and beauty, and Fairy Miaoyuan's gentle smile, although they only appear in the painting for a moment, they seem to condense into an eternal and beautiful picture, as if Jue Cangrou has brought that joyful and joyful scene to life.

A moment condensed into eternity...

Yang Nan watched carefully for a long time, and couldn't help but secretly marvel in his heart. The way of Jue Cang Rouran's painting was really astonishing. It took only five years to complete such a wonderful painting. This ten-foot-long silk scroll almost covered the seven-story hall.

All scenery is included, not even a flower, a grass, a stone, a tree, a water, or a pillar!

In the painting, the clouds are misty, the dragon pillars are solemn, the three people's words, smiles, movements, clothes, expressions, temperament and posture are all extremely real. Even the cold spring gushing in the center seems to be eternally surging and rolling out!

Every inch of the brushwork is soaked with Jue Cang Rouran's hard work, and every picture is so vivid and expressive!

Feitian's Juicang Ruoran, with fluttering clothes, looks like a fairy in the smoke, and Yang Nan's flying and kicking ice hockey posture is lifelike, and his unique expression and temperament are accurately outlined. Even if the painting is the worst, it is the most difficult to capture.

The charming Fairy Miaoyuan stares at each other in the painting and stands with a smile. This moment is also extremely lifelike!

This volume of Xuanbing Xiaotu greatly damaged Juecang Rouran's magic power, but it had an immeasurable boost to her Taoist heart. Juecang Rouran's magic power is still a master, but now her Taoist heart has improved by leaps and bounds, almost to the point of being close to the Taoist heart.

It's clear...

"What a painting! It's so lifelike, and the painting that penetrates three-thirds of the wood can be said to be a fairy painting!" Yang Nan opened his mouth to praise, pointing to the mysterious ice grass in the painting, and then looked at the jade basin.

After seeing the real thing, he smiled and said: "There is no difference between this thing and the painting. At first glance, it seems that there is another black ice grass in the world. I think the ancients once spent several days painting a masterpiece.

Without eating or drinking, I forgot everything in the world, and I have just achieved the name of a painting saint. Now Rouran's brushwork is far better than that of ordinary painting saints. Now my Taoist heart has made great progress, which is really gratifying and congratulatory."

Juecang Rouran was really happy when she heard Yang Nan's praise. She pointed to the ancient poem at the end of the scroll and said: "I am good at painting, but I am not as good at writing poems as my ancestor. According to my ancestor,

Can this ancient rhyme pass the test?"

The poem at the end of this volume generally describes the various postures of Yang Nan and Miaoyuan. Jue Cang Rouran uses gorgeous words to describe the encounter with the immortal in the Xuanbing Ancient Palace, the peerless grace of Fairy Miaoyuan, and Yang Nan's

The profound cultivation skills are all vividly displayed on the paper, and are spread throughout the entire poem.

The strange thing is that although this poem is well written, there is no mention of Jue Cang Rouran himself. Yang Nan searched carefully and saw at the end of the name: "I am lucky enough to be destined to serve you two."

The patriarch has been with me for many years, but his qualifications are dull and unworthy of training. However, he never abandons him. He always looks after him with blue eyes. He is not very frightened in his heart. His writing skills are shallow. I can't describe the grandeur of my ancestor. I am very sorry... I am very ashamed...' Disciple Juecang

Yours sincerely, Rouran.

'The little girl actually thinks that I am so tall...' Yang Nan sighed secretly in his heart, shook his head and said with a smile: "You are not a stupid person, and I am not a founder. After refining the fairy sword, I and the Xuanbing Immortal Palace

It doesn’t matter anymore, if you want, just call me big brother!”

Yang Nan only looked after the Xuanbing Fairy on behalf of the Xuanbing Fairy, and was not the founder of the Xuanbing Fairy Palace. Although the Xuanhan Sutra was created by him, it was not appropriate for him to be the founder of the female sect as a man.

Now that all the Xuanhan scriptures have been passed down to Jue Cang Rouran, he is now in peace and light. This little girl has now grown into a big girl, but her eyes and eyebrows are slightly similar to Lingchong. Yang Nan loves the house to Jiwu.

She is also very affectionate.

Juecang Rouran was overjoyed and immediately leaned down to bow three times and said: "Brother, please accept my bow from my little sister!"

She originally didn't want to worship Yang Nan as her ancestor, but now that she can call her elder brother, it's so much better than her seniors. How could she not be willing to do such a good thing?
Chapter completed!