Lan Feng was blown by the wind and threw it out like an arc. With a "bang", it smashed into the blood pit, and blood splattered everywhere. Lan Feng's whole body was stained with blood and fell into the blood.
"Kill him." A group of spirit warriors roared, showed off their magic weapon and slaughtered at Lan Feng. Lan Feng's eyes were fixed, and the golden blue ancient sword swung, wrapped around him and rotated around him.
"Bang bang..."
The flying magic weapon collided with the Golden Blue Ancient Sword, and the light flashed, followed by screams. The spiritual warriors were killed by the Golden Blue Ancient Sword one after another, and the blood stained the ancient village.
Some other spiritual warriors showed shock, their figures swayed and flew around. This was a blood demon, and they didn't want to stay for a moment.
Lan Feng stood up from the blood pit with blood, and his bloody eyes swept coldly at the spirit warrior scattered everywhere. He waved his hand and the golden blue ancient sword flew out, killing the spirit warrior who escaped in the air.
When the secret power of Lan Feng's body gradually lost its effect, he became weaker. The golden blue ancient sword turned back and protected it.
Lan Feng talked in a dark voice with bloody eyes and regained his black eyes. He held Fang Zheng's ancient sword tightly with his big hands, supporting him standing in the bloody village, looking at the dead people here.
After a while, the secret power of Lan Feng's body completely lost its effect. He was injured even more and could not lift his feet. He felt that his whole body was about to fall apart, and blood surged out of the wound.
He only supported him and walked out of the village step by step with a force of will. He never thought about escaping, or was afraid that someone would come into the village with a sword without eyes.
"Looking for survivors in the village, you must find the survivors in the village." Lan Feng walked all over the village with this will, but blood was everywhere in the village, and his dead bodies fell from a distance.
"Dongdong..." On the sword refining field, there was a movement of dead people, as if someone was not dead and was struggling to stand up, but the movement gradually became quiet.
Lanfeng looked away from a distance and rolled over, piled up dead people, pulled out an old man, and shouted, "Grandpa Baibing, Grandpa, I am Lanfeng, I am Lanfeng, wake up..."
The old man with white beard was seriously injured, and his body was covered with sword injuries. When he saw that Lan Feng's bloody mouth was cracked, he smiled, but then his smile became weak.
"Grandpa... Grandpa White-bearded... You won't have any trouble... You won't have any trouble..." Lan Feng hurriedly took out the pill in the storage bag and wanted to feed the old man.
The old man just shook his head, just not taking the pill, and tried hard to put his bloody hand into his arms, as if he wanted to take out something, but halfway through, he suddenly broke down and his bloody hand fell down.
"Grandpa Baibeard... Grandpa..." Lan Feng screamed a few times, shaking the old man, but the old man could not wake up any more, and he was dead.
"Ahh..." Lan Feng held the old man in his arms and roared to the sky as if he was crazy, and sat there decadently, neither crying nor doing anything else. He just sat there, as if he was tired, and he didn't think about anything, even thinking.
The God-Cultivation Decision Spined in his body, silently, and slowly repaired the wounds on his body.
The village was as quiet as death, drifting out with a trace of bloody smell, or because the ancient village was too remote and so bloody, after two days and two nights, no one passed by.
At this dusk, Lan Feng opened his eyes in an unpleasant stinking smell, and his eyes were full of death, as if he had seen everything he had seen, without desire or demand.
He looked down at the old man in his arms. At this time, there was an unpleasant odor on his body, and flies were flying all over the village, sticking to the dead body.
Lan Feng seemed to remember something, and reached out to touch the old man's arms. He touched a book written in sheepskin. Lan Feng opened his eyes and saw that it was the matter of refining puppets, so he immediately took a few more glances.
The puppet technique obtained in the Xuelu Xianshan Taoist Sect was unable to be used after refining it, which made Lan Feng wonder, and here he obviously got the answer.
However, Lan Feng was not in a hurry to experiment at this time. He stood up slowly and looked back at the ancient village. At this time, the village was desolate and gusts of cold wind were blew.
Lan Feng sighed silently, opened his mouth and spit out a flame. The flames soared in the village, passing through the entire village one by one, and burning.
Lan Feng took heavy steps in the sea of fire and walked out step by step. After he was far away, his figure swayed and the escape light flew out of the sky.
In the deep mountains and forests, a light flashed by the lake, and Lan Feng's figure emerged.
The lake water is very large and extends along the foot of the mountain. The lakeside is covered with tall trees, hanging on the surface of the lake. Lanfeng looked at the quiet lake water, smiled, and sat cross-legged under a tree to practice the mind.
A few days later
Through the faint lake surface, you can see sword lights spiraling up from the other end of the lake and shooting out from all directions. A flying sword breaks out of the ground like a nine-descenes, covering the vast sword lights and flying up in the air.
Then the sword paused, hovered in the air, and swung violently across the sky, and rays of light came out of the sword.
The sword sounded like a "hiss" and the sword body trembled and slowly grew bigger.
When the giant sword slowly calmed down, three rays of light flashed below, and with a "hiss" sound, it penetrated into the giant sword's body. The giant sword suddenly emitted a dazzling sword light, and a wild aura flew out.
"Crazy..."
The dazzling giant sword suddenly surged out small swords, like a rain of swords, hitting the lake, and suddenly hitting thousands of waves, the waves splashed everywhere, and the white patches were covered.
The giant sword swinging in the air swung again and circled, slowly becoming smaller, and a few flashed and pounced on the air, finally turning into three ancient swords.
"It is worthy of being the ancient sword left over from ancient times. The three swords are made into the Three Talent Sword Formation. It is indeed powerful. Now when you meet Ziyun Mountain, you may have the power to fight."
Lan Feng looked up by the lake and smiled. With his big hand, three ancient swords swayed into three rays of light and disappeared from his eyebrows.
Next, Lan Feng stretched his hand forward, and a mysterious wooden box appeared on the palm of his hand. The wooden box was made of ancient wood, not made of ordinary wood.
This is the last wooden box he got in the blood path, which he had never opened. And he also got this wooden box. When he embarked on the path of refining his heart, it triggered a strange phenomenon to open the sky gate, this box flew from the fairy mountain.
Lan Feng could feel that this wooden box was very different from several other wooden boxes.
Lan Feng stared at the wooden box a little while, his eyes froze, and his eyes turned blood red. He swung his big hand, and the wooden box appeared in disgrace in mid-air. He pointed to his temples and suddenly his eyes shot out two bloody light, flashing and sank into the wooden box.