"Senior Shutong, your old friend looks very extraordinary!" Zhang Fan's face was as deep as water. Given that he knew what the "old friend" in Shutong's mouth meant... In a place thousands of feet away in front of them, a towering cloud monument jumped into their sight.

Looking from a distance, it is not surprising that the stone tablet condensed by clouds is too ordinary in the cloud world. However, as the two of them approached, the cloud tablet gradually revealed an extraordinary place. Red, the bright red blood; flow, the flow of blood. The entire cloud tablet, except for the cloud gas on the outline and the handwriting on the tablet, everything else was dyed with blood.

These blood colors have gone through countless years and have never left any vicissitudes. They all flow slowly like in the living human body, and the color is bright and oozing. Among them, the thickest part of the blood color is a personal name on the blood tablet.

They all look like life with handwriting, and they are vividly erect. At the same time, blood slides down the edge of the handwriting. From time to time, a wisp of blood qi struggles out of the handwriting, crying and twisting, as if they are resentful souls that have been trapped in the blood stele forever. Even if they keep crying and struggling, they will never break free from the control of the blood stele. "This is eleven eleven 111" Looking at these blood words, Shutong's face showed a look of pity, and Zhang Fan's expression gradually became solemn and solemn. These blood words, as Zhang Fan stared at them for a longer time, can see their extraordinaryness.

Every name that is made of blood is faintly visible, with extremely thin blood-red silk threads poking out, and they spread far away, intertwining with each other's silk threads emitted from other names, and finally disappearing in the void. "This is the cloud pool imprisonment in Yun Haiyao's mouth!"

After a while, Zhang Fan sighed and, with his insight and eyesight, he naturally understood what these names and the blood-colored threads that extended out of the void and whom they connected to represent.

Feeling the pain of the human race in the cloud world for countless years, and being unstruggled like fate, the sounds made by the blood shadows of resentment in his ears when they struggled became more and more harsh and intimidating. Under these terrifying sounds, one of them fell asleep peacefully.

Not far from the blood monument, a celestial man who was about half a foot long and taller than most celestial beings lay on his side and fell asleep. Needless to say, this person was the "old friend" that Uncle Tong said. Zhang Fan's eyes suddenly condensed, and he looked up and down.

This twentieth twentieth person has a knife-cut and axe-like lips. He lay on the ground, and only his wings wrapped around him, covering his vital points, looking extremely healthy and revealing the beauty of men's strength.

He was like a sculpture, lying motionless on the ground, breathing steadily and his undulating chest were silently telling that the man was sinking into the deep water.

When he was asleep, his breath was completely subsided. Nothing could be seen from him. Instead, something in front of him was extremely noticeable.

It was a long sword that was more than a meter tall than the body of a Tianren, inserted straight on the ground in front of the Tianren. From Zhang Fan's angle, its exaggerated shape was like a shield.

From the blade to the blade, this long sword is not like the long cloud sword that is common in the clouds, but is an indescribable material. It is blue all over, like a blue dragon curled up.

Its hilt is not very long, just over a ft. The Tianren clasped his hands together, but the blade was long and wide, and it was indescribable with sharpness and domineering aura. "Good knife!"

When Zhang Fan saw this big sword, he immediately put the blood tablet and the heavenly being aside, and his eyes emitted light.

With his cultivation of art, he can clearly feel the purity of the sword, without blood, resentment, and frustration. All he has is a simple "sword"!

Just like the purest sword condensed by the sword energy, this long sword is already an manifestation of the essence of the "sword" and cannot be refined by any instrument. "So what about the sword? "So what about a person?" After a moment, Zhang Fan's eyes moved, and he could not help but do so. Just as he admired the long sword, the slightest sword began to tremble slightly, and became more and more intense, as if he wanted to wake up from his long sleep. "My friend Zhang, do you know who this person is?" Shutong asked leisurely as if he had not seen the slightest Tianren, as if he was about to wake up. "How could I know?" Zhang Fan secretly complained, and shook his head calmly at the same time, saying, "Zhang doesn't know."

Shutong was not surprised at all. He nodded indifferently and said, "It's not surprising that you don't know his identity. After all, it's too long. If it weren't for a coincidence, I wouldn't know." The more I listened, the more serious Zhang Fan's expression became. Just based on the words and meaning of Uncle's call, he knew that this squad and Tianren were not simple, and he was afraid that he would still be a legendary figure. As expected! As soon as Zhang Fan thought about this, Shutong had already spoken on his own.

"The victory of a hundred tribes in the human race is followed by the struggle for the protagonists of heaven and earth within the human race, and finally the human race today, the alien race and surviving clans in the northern border, the clouds, and even the underground." "The heavenly race is indeed extraordinary. When seeing things in the human race civil war, it immediately retreats bravely, find the clouds, inherit the fire, and leave a secret move. Only by using all kinds of means can the heavenly race today and today be retained, and jump above human race in this small world, like a god."

Zhang Fan nodded secretly when he heard this. What Shutong said was really what he thought. There were indeed no ordinary people who made their mark in that turbulent era. The ancestors of the Tianren clan were indeed extraordinary.

"【Wait ten■■■■r■■■■r■

“Is it like eleven or ten?

Zhang Fan suddenly reacted, and felt aroused in his heart. He suddenly looked back at the celestial being who was about to wake up in his sleep, and the long sword that was trembling in front of him, gradually becoming a dragon roar. At this moment, Shutong's voice came from his ears. "The ancestor of the heavenly being, the amazing and talented ones called him the ancestor, and this person is one of the five ancestors of the heavenly beings, "Blade Lord!"

Knife Lord?!

Zhang Fan's heart moved, his eyes fixed on the long sword that was unwilling to be lonely, and nodded secretly. Just by being able to control this knife, the name of the sword master was not false. After pondering for a while, he saw that Shutong had no reaction to the gradually awakened sword master and the sword master, so he knew that he was prepared in his heart and ignored him. Zhang Fan pointed to the sword master and asked, "Senior Shutong, since this person is one of the Five Patriarchs of Heaven and Man, how could he end up like this?

Sleeping, I don’t know how many years of sleep, I wake up after outsiders come, kill foreign enemies, and then fall into a deep sleep, repeating over and over again. This is simply a work of refining corpses and puppets! A generation of sword masters, one of the Five Patriarchs of the Heavenly Man, shouldn’t appear in this state in this way?

"The real sword master has already died."

Shutong sighed, with no lack of admiration: "Yunchi is one of the three treasures of heaven and man. In fact, it is the most treasure that is nurtured by Yunzhong Realm. It is the head of the three treasures. It is not easy to control. The Five Ancestors of Heaven and Man paid a great price to control Yunzhong Realm after they arrived at Yunzhong Realm. Among them, there is the sword master, one of the five most powerful ones!

When the Tianren clan was standing in the Yunzhong Realm, the sword master was already dead. The one in front of us was just his body and the remaining sword intent. "So that's it."

Zhang Fan also sighed: "Even if he died, his sword will remain in his heart. He vowed to keep what he valued during his lifetime. It is really respectable and admirable, and it is amazing!"

In his opinion, the sword master and the ancient sword cultivator lineage were different. They all took the same route, but one was the sword master and the other was the sword's edge. "It seems that if you have to make some moves in this cloud pool, you may not be able to get around this sword master. "But how did Shu Tongwen bypass this person back then? The soul of the soul was greatly improved in this cloud pool?"

Just as Zhang Fan was thinking, the sword master's body trembled and was about to rise. The moment when the long sword was shaking violently, Shutong suddenly stretched out his hand and caught it in the air.

This grab seemed to be different from his actions when he used the clouds in the world. However, in the blink of an eye, Zhang Fan's pupils suddenly shrank, and his eyes were full of horror.

It is as lingering as water, lingering, a wisp of medicine fragrance, like a tangled man and woman, lingering and filling the world, extremely gentle and omnipresent, as if she was a mother's embrace, embracing into the world.

In this medicine fragrance, Zhang Fan's mind blurred and felt drowsy. The safety and warmth were enough to let go of everything and fall asleep. "No!" Suddenly, Zhang Fan opened his eyes, and a golden light flashed around his body, burning out the medicine fragrance all over his body, and his eyes returned to a clear and bright "Da Meng Wen Xiang!" Zhang Fan looked at Shu Tong in surprise, and a name blurted out. The Da Meng Wen Xiang was the name of the medicine sound that lingered in the world at this time.

"It's Dameng Wenxiang, Zhang Xiaoyou has a good experience."

Shutong slowly withdrew his hand, and was somewhat surprised that Zhang Fan could recognize Dameng Wenxiang.

At the same time, under the blood monument in the distance, the trembling of the sword master gradually calmed down, as if the baby was sleeping again in the arms of his mother.

The sword master entered his dream, and the sword trembled unwillingly, and he also died in silence.

Seeing this, a pride flashed in Shutong's eyes, and Zhang Fan also understood his purpose. Although Dameng Warm fragrance is used as incense, it is indeed a kind of elixir that is difficult to refine and is rare. It is rare because it is difficult to refine, but more so it is that it is used regardless of its use. Few people use it to help people fall into dreams. It is most suitable for those who are unstable or weak in spiritual energy. The problem is that some are various secret methods that can soothe the mind and force people to fall into dreams. Why do you need to refine difficult elixirs like this? Isn't this too much trouble?

The only indispensable medicine is actually some mortal bodies, which are extremely weak and cannot bear even a little spiritual energy entering the body to wash away, so they need to use this spiritual fragrance. This is destined to be rare and rare. "What a good method!" Zhang Fan looked at the sword master who gradually calmed down, stroking his palm and laughing, and exclaimed sincerely.
Chapter completed!