Screaming, unwilling, grief, resentment,

The sound of the sacred sound is short, but it is full of emotions. A master who is enough to establish a sect, before his death

Call.

Even the Grand Master of Killing Dan is on the verge of death, there is no privilege to speak of.

The screams and the final resentment were not even vented, and they were interrupted by a loud noise that penetrated the world.

Just as Zhang Fan flashed and sank into the sword forest, a purple-gold light suddenly came out of Grandma Tong's extremely broken body.

The light was first as thin as a gossip, and it was so sharp that all the clothes and all the obstacles were ignored.

The next moment, all her skin cracked, and the purple-gold light gradually merged into thick and thick, turning into beams of light swept across.

Even in less than a breath, Grandma Tong could no longer see the human form. She only saw a purple-gold luminous body fluctuating constantly, and then exploded, first spreading into a light ball, and then breaking through the light column.

The huge column of light connects the sky and the earth, the clouds above break into the sky, and the soil penetrates into the ground below.

The sky seemed like a calm pond was thrown into a huge rock. Large areas of thick sword energy were dispersed and annihilated. The sun's light shone in, but in an instant, it shone throughout the entire sword tomb, and the haze for thousands of years was dispersed.

On the ground, terrifying ripples spread out, and everything was turned into powder wherever you passed. You couldn't even delay it for a little.

The sword soul, dozens of feet away, was entangled with sword energy and purple lightning, was already on the verge of extinction. When the explosion wave was shocked, it suddenly cracked inch by inch. The face finally showed a humanized expression for the first time.

Fear, infinite fear; desire, desire to survive.

But it was all in vain, as if it echoed the terrifying power of the golden elixir self-destruction. The huge broken sword and tall sword soul also exploded. The sword energy in the sky joined the ranks of destruction.

The little purple sword that penetrated deep into the sword soul's body seemed to feel something at this moment. With a whine, the light dimmed in an instant and it was powerless to fall. In a violent turmoil, it seemed like a pound. It was like a weak lamb, and there was no terrifying power that had been before for a moment.

I don’t know how long it took, the sword energy and shock waves dissipated. In the sword tomb, only endless smoke and dust remained, covering the sky and the sun and everything.

"Ahem, haha, ahhhh"

Suddenly, the sound of coughs mixed with crazy laughter came from the depths of the sword forest, breaking the peace that had finally recovered.

The smoke and dust in the sky rolled like boiling, and a figure coughed and walked out.

The solemn Xuanjinxiang suit, with black hair all over her head covered with dust, her face slightly white, and her cheeks were unnaturally rosy, as if a seriously ill person had been exposed to the sun again after several months.

Obviously, the previous blow of the storm and the subsequent self-destruction of the golden elixir was not without leaving traces on him.

Zhang Fan didn't care about these things at this time. In the gradually dispersed dust, he opened his arms, as if in the empty theater, he welcomed the cheers from the void!

A master of Killing Dan, such an unattainable figure, fell under his hands. Even with Zhang Fan's nature, he could not help but betray him.

His eyes were closed, as if he was feeling the air, and the unwillingness was still densely covered with, and a smile appeared on his face.

He was enjoying the fruits of his efforts. After enjoying the success, he felt a huge sense of accomplishment. Even on his forehead, the three demon babies couldn't wait to burst out, and he never smiled less on his face.

After a while, the dust settled on the sword tomb full of sores, and it was silent. There was only three demon babies' "Wow" sounds of infant crying, and they seemed very excited.

Of course you should be excited. A soul fragment of a master of Killing Dan and a broken soul of a powerful soul. They are all excellent supplements. Although the amount is not large, the quality is better!

The only regret is that Grandma Tong died by self-destruction. Although the Grandmaster Jiedan cannot integrate his soul into the soul like an old monster in the Nascent Soul, how can such a terrifying explosion power not harm the soul? At this time, it can only swallow three kilograms of the soul.

In the fight, whether it was the sword soul or the soul fragments of the Tong Grandma were quickly swallowed up by them, and three dark shadows instantly sank into Zhang Fan's forehead.

Taking advantage of this momentum, Zhang Fan's eyes closed and his back fell to the sky. With a bang, countless dust was shaken.

"Hahaha

In the dust, the figure lying on his back laughed constantly, his chest was also undulating violently, and a large amount of sweat suddenly surged out, and the storm of water lingered.

Without using the power of the third level of heaven, without the tragic tragedy of life, he could only seize the opportunity and decisively force a master of Jindan to explode, and he pulled away the Qiankun bag under her nose.

Many times, victory is not achieved only by absolute power.

Zhang Fan held Grandma Tong’s bag of Qiankun with one hand and lay quietly. A scene that happened a moment ago kept flashing in the sea, experiencing and digesting again and again.

After the battle, Master Jiedan was no longer an unattainable and invincible existence in his heart. As long as the conditions and timing are right, today's things may not be repeated.

What to fear

What's more, the income this time is not just that.

With his arms raised, his palms were small and exquisite, and the Qiankun bag appeared in front of him.

This Qiankun bag was just pulled off from Grandma Tong's waist. It was covered with purple thunder patterns and was still, but it was flashing constantly, just like a real thunder cloud condensed. The purple thunders were like living, brewing all the time and could fall at any time.

Looking up, two things firmly attracted his gaze from a distance of a hundred feet away.

Above, floating in the air is a crystal-clear, bright white and dazzling diamond-like object, the size of a fist, and it seems to be carved by the best jeweler. Countless sections are constantly reflecting the brilliance of the sun, reflecting the colorful colorfull, vaguely spreading around, washing the beauty like a dream.

The origin!

Below, a purple sword hilt was exposed on the hard soil, and all the sword blades were not visible, but even in this situation, there was still lightning and lightning flashing on the sword hilt! The sounds were like thunder, and they were occasionally emitted with the trembling of the sword.

Treasure, purple sword carrying!

These two things are also rare good things for Master Jiedan. They are like a lamb. They appear in front of him without any resistance and quietly wait for him to collect them.

At this time, the dust settled, the clouds were light and the wind was light. Countless sword energy were thick and thick, gradually gathering from all directions, covering the whole place today. The aura that was originally restless due to the fierce battle returned to its calmness, and the surroundings were in vain. The four friends were accused of proclaiming, the concave muscles 0

After so long, Zhang Fan's chest finally slowly returned to stability. Even the heavy breathing sounds gradually became unheard.

After jumping up, Zhang Fan's eyes were bright and he looked at the two treasures not far away, with longing in his eyes.

The origin of gold hovering in the air was obediently as if being pulled by an invisible silk thread. It soon fell into his hands.

Ran, his entire diamond-like body trembled slightly, as if the earthworm was about to sink into the soil.

Feeling the numbness and itch in the palm of his hand, Zhang Fan's heart moved and understood the use of the origin of gold.

He pondered for a moment, and his hand clenched tightly. The power was so great that it seemed as if he wanted to pinch the origin of gold.

It was like the origin of the green spirit fusion wood, bright white brilliance, and its clenched fists were like the rising sun, illuminating the surrounding distance of dozens of feet.

Although he couldn't see it in his eyes, Zhang Fan still clearly felt the origin of gold in his hand, which was as hard as iron and stone, suddenly became soft, and in an instant it seemed to turn into something like water. It instantly penetrated into his body along the pores in his palm, and returned to patrol the entire left forearm. After a while, he calmed down.

Zhang Fan rolled up his sleeve and saw a golden white sieve, like a slender sword, revealing a trace from under his skin.

Seeing the situation in front of you, and thinking about the terrifying sword energy that had penetrated the world of the sword soul before, my heart couldn't help but feel warm.

He had no way to extract the power of the origin of gold bit by bit like a sword soul, and could only radiate it at once, but this was enough. You can imagine how terrifying a sword Lingyun would be!

After a little longing, put down his sleeves, Zhang Fan's eyes turned to the purple on the ground.

With another move from hand, the air around it fluctuated, and the ground was like flying sand and stones. Large pieces of dust were rolled up, but the small sword was still motionless, as if it was not felt.

"Um?"

Zhang Fan's face first showed a hint of surprise. Then he felt relieved!

"You've got a temper?"

"You can't help now!"

With a stomp under his feet, the purple sword was exposed to the air again from the ground. He could not resist, and countless golden silk threads flew out from the cuffs and rolled out.

When the golden light flashed and turned into beautiful patterns on the Xuanjin Xiang suit again, the purple sword and grandma Tong's magic weapon had already lie in Zhang Fan's palm.

The purple sword was dim and dull at this time. If it weren't for Zhang Fan's control, it would still twist like a swimming fish and refuse to surrender. It would be no different from Fan Tie, without the previous sharpness and aura of aura.

"Is that?"

The more he looked, the more suspicious he became. Zhang Fan's heart moved and remembered a possibility. Then he suddenly increased his strength in his hand, and five-colored light appeared out of thin air. In an instant, the entire purple small sword was covered with, and a "crackling" sound followed.

Accompanied by these sounds, a blood mist emerged for no reason, and it never dissipated on the body of the body for a long time. It was even more like a person's mind and will, firmly clinging to the scraping body.

In any case, how could the unparalleled thing resist Zhang Fan's "Big Five Elements Breaking Technique"? In just a moment, the last trace of blood mist was pulled away and all the will dissipated.

After the five-colored light faded, the purple sword kept twisting its sword body and calmed down in vain. It lay quietly in Zhang Fan's palm, but the attitude of not surrendering was gone.

In addition, the aura on the purple sword, which can be seen with the naked eye, changed, and it seemed that something was pulled away from the sword body.

"Natural magic weapon!"

"It turned out to be a natal magic weapon?!"

Zhang Fan didn't understand at this time that this small sword was the magic weapon of Grandma Tong.

It is precisely because of this that he has such power and is dim and powerless when Grandma Tong falls.

The previous resistance is also the essence, blood and mind pull in the natal magic weapon, and will not accept the arrival of others besides the original owner.

If Zhang Fan had not wanted to subdue this natal magic weapon with the "Big Five Elements Forbidden Technique", at least he would have to wait until he had the false alchemy cultivation level before he could achieve it through the water grinding skill.

Naturally, there is no need to spend so much effort now.

At this time, Grandma Tong's natal essence and blood and mental pull were lost. This magic weapon no longer resisted and revealed its original aura again.

Sharp, irresistible sharpness;

Thunder, destroying the divine power of the Nine Heavens.

After a little surprised, Zhang Fan's heart was soon filled with joy again. He flipped over and over the purple sword in his palm, and the more he looked, the more satisfied he felt.

This magic weapon is not very good from a distance, but it is quite extraordinary when you observe it from a close distance.

The sword body is as thin as paper, with complex patterns engraved on both sides, and all look mysterious thunder patterns.

But if you look closely, it will be different.
To be continued...