After Chen Fan touched the hilt of the sword, the inexplicable sadness seemed to suddenly find the outlet of catharsis, like a river flowing east to the sea, endlessly flowing into his heart!

At the same time, the overwhelming and terrifying pressure disappeared in an instant without a trace, as if it had never appeared before, but the extra corpses on the ground were chilling!

They died inexplicably, and no one except Chen Fan knew what happened!

As the saying goes, the way of heaven is ruthless, and all things are used as straw dogs. The fate of life and death of sentient beings has long been destined. Perhaps their destiny is to fall on this vast and endless road to becoming an immortal...

Incarnate as white bones pave the way,

Decay becomes a path to refine the Tao.

...

After thousands of years of spring and autumn,

Looking at the old man knocking on the immortal gate from afar!

...

After the pressure disappeared, the inexplicable sob that appeared in Chen Fan's heart suddenly came out, and in an instant, it spread to the entire Huagu. The sob, one more sorrow, one more sorrow, and one more sorrow, was even more irresistible.

Like a gurgling bird that dies with tears and blood, every sound can arouse the resonance in others' hearts. It makes people involuntarily fall into the sad stories they weave themselves and cannot extricate themselves.

Zhao Nianbai, Su Yi, Ma Song, and the old woman saw pictures that others could not see.

All living beings weep and blood, and hundreds of millions of corpses are buried!

The yellow sand is covered with white bones, the galaxy is hanging, but it emits a strange blood light...

One by one, as tall as a mountain, the fierce giants fell down one after another, singing the ancient war songs weakly, hanging their heads in a tragic moan, losing their vitality!

Everyone looked for the source of this irrepressible sadness, but found that it was Chen Fan who was carried by the broken throne and woke up at some point!

No!

It is the ancient sword in his hand that is invisible but very magical. It is crying for all living beings, chanting the scriptures of life and death for the yellow sand and white bones, sobbing and whispering the injustice of heaven and earth, and thinking about the humility of life...

This sword has spirits and emotions.

Only then did everyone realize that the strange treasure here was not the stone scripture that was flowing with light, but the ancient sword that seemed decay but was actually mysterious!

The hilt of the Changge sword that Chen Fan held was a little cold, slightly damp, and very comfortable. The coolness slowly invaded his arms and reached his heart... He felt unwilling and angry, like the sun washed in the spring rain, fading away the heat.

At this time, the Changsing Sword, which saw the sun again, seemed to have been vented, and the endless grief was filled with resentment. The originally simple and desolate aura had a little more crystal vitality in the blink of an eye.

It became more agile, and the soft blue halo was mixed with the ancient charm, gradually revealing its extraordinaryness.

"I know you don't want to, but fate is fate, and you cannot avoid it." Nantian was still dull.

"Now, you can't let go of your sword..."

"Hey, you forced me to hold the sword, but it was said it was fate! Could it be that the fate in this world is in your hands?" Chen Fan was angry and his tone was full of mockery.

Nan Tian shook his head and said nothing, and looked at Chen Fan deeply. He didn't know what he was looking at, but it turned into a stream of blue smoke and drifted with the wind.

Chen Fan watched Nantian disappear blankly, and felt a little sad, and a kind of sadness filled his heart.

Perhaps, it was because he knew that Dachen tribe who had long disappeared in the endless years!

After calming down, Changge Ancient Sword suddenly emitted a deep blue sword, rushing straight into the sky. The light was even more dazzling than the sun, as if it was announcing its return, as if it was getting rid of the dust that had been buried deep underground for the years.

The old man with a sword seal on his forehead returned from the 100,000 mountains and then came straight to Yingmenghua Valley. Without alarming anyone, he just watched Chen Fan and Changge Ancient Sword there.

"Du Jianqi, Du Jianqi, the troubled times have come, you are free from worries and have gone to the cave of rebirth. It's a pity that this Changge Sword, known as the first sword in ancient times, is not as good as yours, the world's most powerful sword. If you come back alive, will you feel sad?" The old man murmured to himself with reminiscences and sighs.

"It seems that the man who fought for the imperial fortune ten years ago was to save you, the little guy! But how long can he hide it..."

As the old man said, he seemed to lose interest. He shook his head and said, "All of them are people who go against the will of heaven!" He took a step, and before he finished speaking, he was thousands of miles away.

No one knew the old man's coming and going. They were like hungry tigers, staring at Chen Fan, with the intention of snatching him immediately. If Zhao Nianbai and Su Yi had not suppressed the formation, I was afraid that Chen Fan would have lost his body at this moment.

Chen Fan was under tremendous pressure, but he never let go of the hilt of the sword. It was not that he didn't want it, but that he couldn't!

It turned out that as early as when Chen Fan touched the hilt, there was a light blue sword light inside the hilt. It quietly penetrated into Chen Fan's palm and wandered around his internal organs.

His spiritual cultivation bloodline was blended with it in this moment. A trace of purple spiritual energy that was invisible to the naked eye rushed to his palms wildly and was absorbed by Changge. Chen Fan had no idea of ​​all this.

However, as a spirit nourisher, with his affinity for spiritual energy, he still discovered the spiritual energy in this space, which was vaguely abnormal fluctuated.

At this moment, Changge let out a sword sound, suddenly shook Chen Fan's palm and slowly floated up. The crystal blue light reflected in Chen Fan's pupils, like a pair of natural dark blue eyes. Sword lights fell, emitting huge vitality!

Immediately afterwards, the sword body full of ancient meaning slowly turned, and everyone, including Chen Fan, had their eyes rotated with the ancient sword, wanting to see what it would do next.

But unexpectedly, the ancient sword actually pointed the tip of the sword at Chen Fan's eyebrows. Chen Fan's eyes tightened, but he couldn't move!

"What's going on?" Chen Fan was shocked and sweated coldly.

Zhao Nianbai was shocked and soared into the air, gathered a big hand, and slapped Changge hard. Changge remained motionless as a mountain, and the faint blue sword energy slowly dropped, as if piercing a piece of paper, easily piercing through Zhao Nianbai's transformed big hand.

The big hand was pierced, like a leaking ball, first flattened down, and then emitted, forming a white mist.

As soon as Zhao Nianbai took action, he immediately lit the beacon fire. Everyone was no longer suppressing it. The middle-aged man in the gorgeous clothes of the Han Dynasty turned the two black and white beads in his hand at a very fast speed. He looked at Zhao Nianbai deeply, turned around and flew towards the stone scripture.

In the Zhulong Dynasty, a middle-aged man wearing a yellow robe and embroidered with three black Zhulongs with bloody fangs, watched the man in the man's gorgeous clothes fly towards the stone scriptures, showed a hideous smile, took back the steps he had just taken and chased him.

Lishan's disciples, led by Chu Li, united with Fang Xinjue and others, and resisted the siege of the Demon Heaven Sect and the Nine Yang Demon Sect.

An old man in Gantiandao held a big red cauldron as red as blood in his hand, constantly spewing out flames, burning out a forbidden area, forcibly blocking everyone and trying to get involved in the stone scriptures.

Ma Song and a burly bald man from the Demon Heaven Sect side by side, with a clear intention, that is, to seize the sword and kill people!

Each of the slightly smaller forces knew that they could not win the treasures, so they all withdrew from the battle circle. As for whether they were thinking of benefiting the fisherman, they didn't know.

Zhao Nianbai knew the consequences of his actions, and he couldn't help but be surprised to see his condensed big hand being dispersed.

At this time, the burly man of the Demon Heaven Sect took a step forward, and an irresistible fierce aura suddenly burst out, like a violent wind blew by.

"Come on the fight!" The man laughed wildly and shouted. The sound wave formed after his shouting formed a huge transparent fist and smashed straight towards Zhao Nianbai.

Zhao Nianbai suddenly turned around, put his index fingers together, and pointed his fierce fist. The two collided, and a wave of air spread instantly. Zhao Nianbai was dressed indifferently and fluttered backwards frantically.

Su Yi wanted to help him and rescue Chen Fan, but saw Ma Song waved his ghost face and came over.

The melee was about to break out, leaving no room for anything, and in a blink of an eye, several more corpses fell down...

More killings in the world,

Ten,

Hundreds?

Not piled up into mountains and rivers,

How to satisfy the world!

Looking at Chen Fan again, how could a single terrified person express his mood? Under the torn clothes behind him, the sweat beads on the exposed skin were dry little by little, and the sword that was crossing his eyebrows moved.

Chen Fan only felt a trace of chill flash, and a drop of blood passed by his eyes and flowed down the bridge of his nose. Only then did he feel the pain of the torn eyebrows.

A half-inch-long blood mark was deeply engraved on his eyebrows. The blood did not flow down his hips, but oozed out drop by drop, swallowed by Changge. The sword was bloodthirsty!

No more or less, exactly nine drops.

Changge's blue sword body faintly flashed by gold, but at this moment, it had no momentum, just like a magnificent mortal sword, with nothing but good looking.

Then, the tip of the sword pierced into Chen Fan's eyebrows, but Chen Fan felt no pain at all, but the faint chill spread from the eyebrows throughout his body.

This unknown feeling made Chen Fan even more frightened. He seemed to have seen himself pierced by a long sword. He shouted in his heart, "Is this fate?"

One inch, another inch, Changge ignored Chen Fan's unwillingness and slowly sank into Chen Fan's head. What's amazing is that most of the sword body had entered, but it did not penetrate Chen Fan's head. The sword body that entered disappeared inexplicably.

Suddenly, Changge's speed increased and all entered Chen Fan's eyebrows. Chen Fan's head shook, and the half-inch-long sword mark between his eyebrows actually ejected a mysterious and majestic golden light.

At this moment, Chen Fan actually saw the situation in his eyebrows. The ancient long song sword that had shrunk countless times was blocked by a golden palm. The owner of the hand, wearing a white jade glass crown on his head, was wearing a Nine Dragon Red Gold Immortal Robe. His graceful posture was like a peerless emperor who had climbed to the Nine Heavens and looked down at the people! His eyes were inadvertently majestic, which made Chen Fan unable to help but want to lean over and worship.

With a glance, Chen Fan frowned, wondering if there was an hallucination. After all, the figure in his mind was too incredible.

Could it be that this sword is the one who caused it again?

This time he went down the mountain, he had experienced too many strange and unpredictable things. When he recalled it, he suddenly felt like he had stepped into a bottomless vortex, and it might be a vortex that he could not get out of at all.

While Chen Fan was thinking deeply, the sword marks on his eyebrows slowly healed, forming a half-inch-long golden mark, which looked a bit strange.

Then, the gold faded slowly until it was invisible.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!