The blue stone pillar stood alone in the center of the space. Without the protection of the three ghost generals, the stone pillar seemed extremely lonely.
Fanjun's other half of his soul was tightly bound by bone-white chains. It was an extremely sad scene, but at this moment, bursts of joy burst out from the soul.
Because it is about to get out of trouble.
Ye Junlin walked to the stone pillar, raised the "Red Flame Sword" high, and then fell heavily.
"Crash!"
"Crash!"
The bone-white chains extended on the stone pillar broke out under the almost terrifying attack power of the Red Flame Sword. When the last chain broke, Fanjun's other half of the soul suddenly rushed out like a wanderer returning home.
The two halves of the souls merged together.
At that moment, an extremely vast force erupted from Fan Jun's body. The powerful impact force shocked Ye Junlin and flew out.
The ice light was chaotic and suddenly left and right.
The powerful ice artistic conception made Ye Junlin feel as if he was in an ice cave, and his whole body seemed to be frozen. On Ye Junlin's body, the colorful mysterious energy condensed into a colorful light shield, protecting him in the center.
This is the only way he can do to resist the cold now.
Fanjun's aura continued to rise, from a low-level mysterious spirit to a high-level mysterious spirit instantly; from a high-level mysterious spirit to a low-level mysterious king... This aura seemed to be endless, and finally stabilized in the state of "high-level mysterious king".
Ye Junlin looked at Fan Jun who had recovered his strength and looked complicated. He prayed silently in his heart, hoping that Fan Jun would not become the second ghost.
It turns out that there are still more good people in this world than bad people.
Fanjun is such a good person.
With his strength recovered, he was full of energy. Although he was just a soul body now, the domineering aura that was unique to the king erupted without any concealment.
Fanjun smiled and walked towards Ye Junlin. His expression was very excited. After a thousand years, he finally regained his freedom.
Fanjun is very kind. With his strength restored, he not only did not be arrogant, but instead surprised Ye Junlin.
Because he walked to Ye Junlin and knelt down heavily.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
Three heavy kowtows resounded in this small space.
"Senior, this is impossible." Ye Junlin said with an awkward expression.
"My friend Ye treats me like a new parent. Please receive this gift from me." Fanjun insisted.
"Senior, please come up quickly. Such a great gift is really a shame." After Ye Junlin's repeated insistence, Fan Jun finally stood up.
"My friend Ye, if you have something to use for me, please speak as long as you want. I will do my best." Fan Jun said sincerely.
Those who are grateful and seek to repay kindness must be a person who believes in words.
Ye Junlin looked at Fan Jun and stopped refusing, but just nodded heavily.
"Senior, the soul body that has not reached the 'Xuanzun level' cannot appear alone between heaven and earth. How do you plan to go out?" Ye Junlin asked suddenly.
"Hahaha..." Fan Jun laughed and pointed to the side. The body of "Zhao Jie" smiled and said, "Isn't there a ready-made body?"
Ye Junlin suddenly realized.
Fan Jun's soul penetrated into the head of "Zhao Jie". Soon Zhao Jie's burly body stood up again.
"Although my cultivation is a little bit bad, I can use it if I make do." Fanjun's eyes kept scanning the 'his body'. Although there was a hint of dissatisfaction in his words, he was extremely happy.
Not everyone can achieve rebirth.
"Senior, should we go out?" Ye Junlin suddenly remembered what Gao Changgu said, Luo Yi's conspiracy, and unknowingly became worried again.
"Yeah." Fan Jun responded, his mind moved, and his and Ye Junlin's bodies instantly returned to the real world.
The "Fanjun Tomb" suddenly became smaller and finally condensed into a palm-sized palace and fell into Fanjun's hands.
"High-level spiritual weapon is indeed amazing." Ye Junlin exclaimed softly.
The ‘Chinyan Sword’ suddenly burst out when he heard Ye Junlin’s words, as if he was dissatisfied with Ye Junlin’s words.
"Are you also a 'high-level spiritual weapon'?" Ye Junlin looked at the 'Red Flame Sword' in his hand and said to himself.
"It's not just a 'spiritual weapon'." Fan Jun, who was standing beside him, his eyes fell on the 'Red Flame Sword' when he heard this.
"Senior, do you know it?" Ye Junlin's face showed a look of surprise.
"If I admit it wrong, this should be the 'Red Flame Sword', right?" A surprising light flashed in Fanjun's eyes.
"That's right." Ye Junlin asked excitedly: "Senior, can you explain to me carefully the origin of this sword?"
Fanjun looked at the "Red Flame Sword", but he did not dare to touch it at all, as if he would be burned by the flames on the sword as long as he touched it a little.
"This sword comes from the 'Qingxiao Spirit Realm' like me." Fan Jun's expression changed, as if he was recalling something: "It was originally the treasure of the 'Tianquan Kingdom', one of the seven powerful countries in the 'Qingxiao Spirit Realm'."
When Ye Junlin heard this, his mouth opened his head and his face was full of incredible expressions.
"Then why does it appear here? And why doesn't it even have a wave pattern?" Ye Junlin asked two questions in succession like a bead cannon.
"About a thousand years ago, civil strife broke out in the 'Tianquan Kingdom', and the 'Red Flame Sword' was also lost in that chaos." Fan Jun paused and continued: "As for why it didn't even have a wave pattern, I think it was because someone set a ban on him."
After Fan Jun finished speaking, he waved his left hand lightly, and the blue light gently wiped on the sword body like the wind. The surface of the Red Flame Sword, countless iron filings were gently wiped over like dust.
The Red Flame Sword instantly became clearer, as if it was newly cast. Ye Junlin only realized that half a star was clearly printed on the hilt of the sword!
"My God is actually a 'half-divine weapon'!" Even Ye Junlin was so calm, he couldn't help but exclaim.
Fanjun's face was calm. He stroked Ye Junlin's head gently, as if he was looking at his grandson.
"Boy, it seems that you have a good opportunity! You can actually get the recognition of the 'Red Flame Sword'." Fan Jun said, his face suddenly shaking, as if he was thinking of something.
"But, boy, remember, don't take it out casually. Because: a man is innocent, he will be guilty of possessing a treasure!" Fanjun said 'hard and sincerely'.
"Thank you for your teachings, Junlin knows." Ye Junlin answered very seriously.
Just when Ye Junlin and Fanjun were having fun, an old man looked at the broken black crystal ball in front of him with a solemn expression on the 'Qingxiao Spirit Realm'.
The old man looks quite similar to Fanjun. If Fanjun were here, he would definitely fight angrily. Because this old man was not someone else, he was the "Fan Yuekong" who plotted against Fanjun.
Fan Yuekong looked at the broken black crystal ball, his sword eyebrows condensed into the word "chuan". He only heard him murmur: "That immortal man actually broke the "Three Ghost Curse". It seems that I have to prepare early."
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Of course, Fanjun and Ye Junlin knew nothing about what "Fan Yuekong" did.
At this time, under Fan Jun's perception, Ye Junlin looked for the place where the "Purple Cloud Sea" team was located.
The alliance formed by the "Ziyunhai" and the "Wild Wolf Gang" suffered heavy losses under the joint pursuit of "Sword Casting Villa" and "Chixiao Chamber of Commerce". Most of the warriors in the team have been killed.
At this moment, the two forces were left with only six people: Yun Zhenyu, Leng Li, Yun Feng, Song Miaoyu, Yang Gongcheng and Liang Bufan. And the six people were all injured to varying degrees.
Yun Zhenyu was the worst injured, and his body was shockedly covered with dozens of scars. The blood had dyed him a bloody man.
But Yun Zhenyu did not fall, his will was supporting him tightly. Even if he died, he would bring back the news of Yang Gongcheng and others' rebellion with Luoyi back to the sect.
The two forces are constantly fighting to the death.
In the end, Yun Zhenyu and others were besieged in a valley.
Jiang Gongyue commanded the people and surrounded the valley closely, but did not attack.
During the previous battle, seven warriors died in his team, one of whom was his younger brother, which made him extremely angry.
Therefore, he wanted to capture Yun Zhenyu and others alive, and then torture them to death with the most cruel criminal law.
"Elder. What will we do next?" A warrior dressed in brown brocade clothes asked for instructions.
"Set the fire and force them out!" Jiang Gongyue said viciously.
The raging fire quickly burned under the control of the "Sword Casting Villa" warriors. The thick smoke and dust made Yun Zhenyu and others unable to open their eyes.
"Elder Yun, what should I do?" Song Miaoyu asked anxiously.
"Fight!" Yun Zhenyu shouted loudly and rushed out of the valley first...