"No ......"

A scream, unwillingness, grief, resentment...... The voice was short, but it was full of a lot of emotions, a grandmaster who was enough to start a sect, and howled before he died.

Even if it is a Grandmaster of Yudan, when he is on the verge of death, he has no privileges to speak of.

The screams, the last resentment, were interrupted by a loud bang that pierced the world.

Just when Zhang Fan dodged and disappeared into the sword forest, a purple-golden light suddenly emanated from Grandma Tong's extremely broken body.

This light, first as thin as a gossamer, shines through her pores, but it is extremely sharp, and all clothing, all obstacles, are ignored.

The next moment, all of her skin cracked, and the purple-gold light gradually merged thickly and mergingly, turning into pillars of light that swept across.

In less than a breath, Grandma Tong could no longer see the human form, only a purple-gold luminous body was constantly fluctuating, and then exploded, first spreading into a ball of light, and then breaking through the pillar of light.

Huge pillars of light connect the sky and the earth, breaking the clouds on the top and reaching into the sky, and the bottom hole opens the soil and penetrates into the ground.

The sky, as if a calm pond had been thrown into a boulder, a large cloud of sword qi was dispersed and annihilated, and the sun's brilliance penetrated, but in an instant, it illuminated the entire sword mound, and the haze of thousands of years was dispelled.

On the ground, the ripples of terror spread out, and everything turned into powder at the place of passage, and it could not be delayed even a little.

Dozens of zhang away, the sword soul that was entangled with sword qi and purple lightning was already on the verge of extinction, and when it was shocked by the blast wave, it suddenly cracked inch by inch, and finally showed a humanized expression on its face for the first time.

Fear, infinite fear, longing, the desire to survive.

But it was all in vain, as if echoing the terrifying power of Jin Dan's self-explosion, the huge broken sword and the tall sword soul also exploded, and the sword qi in the sky joined the ranks of destroying everything.

The purple sword that penetrated deep into the body of the sword soul seemed to feel something at this moment, and it screamed, and its brilliance dimmed in an instant, and it fell powerlessly, in a frenzy, like a weak lamb, and there was no terrifying sound a moment ago.

I don't know how long it took, the sword qi and the shock wave dissipated, and in the place of the sword mound, only endless smoke and dust were scattered, covering the sky and covering everything.

"Ahem, hahaha, ahem~~"

Suddenly, a cough mixed with wild laughter came from the depths of the Sword Forest, breaking the peace that had been restored so hard.

The smoke and dust in the sky rolled like a boil, and a figure coughed and strolled out.

- Zhang Fan!

Dressed in a solemn Xuanjin gown, his black hair was covered with dust, his face was slightly pale, and his cheeks were unnaturally a little red, as if a seriously ill person had been exposed to the sun again after several months.

Obviously, the blow of the previous storm and the ensuing self-explosion of Jin Dan did not leave traces on his body.

Zhang Fan didn't care about these at this time, and in the dust that gradually dispersed, he opened his arms, as if in the empty theater, to welcome the cheers from the void!

A Sect Master, such an unattainable figure, fell under his hands, even with Zhang Fan's surname, he couldn't help but get carried away.

His eyes were closed, as if he was feeling the air that was still densely filled with unwillingness, and he couldn't help but show a smile on his face.

He is enjoying, enjoying the fruits of his efforts, enjoying the great sense of accomplishment after success, even on his forehead, the three demon babies can't wait to rush out, and they have never let the smile on his face be less but not a bit.

After a while, the dust settled on the devastated sword mound, and there was silence, only the sound of the three demon babies "wow wow" was chaotic, and they seemed to be very excited.

Of course, you should be excited, a fragment of the divine soul of the Sect Master, and the broken soul of a powerful sword soul are all excellent supplements, although the quantity is not large, but the quality is high!

The only pity is that Grandma Tong blew herself up and died, although Grandmaster Jiedan can't integrate the soul into the Yuan Infant like the Yuan Infant Old Monster, but such a terrifying explosion power, how can there be no harm to the Divine Soul, at this time, the only thing that can make the three Demon Babies devour is the fragment of the Divine Soul.

Under the scramble, whether it was the sword soul or the fragments of Grandma Tong's divine soul, they were quickly devoured by them, and the three afterimages that were as black as ink instantly disappeared into Zhang Fan's forehead.

Taking advantage of this momentum, Zhang Fan's eyes were closed, and he fell on his back to the sky, and with a bang, he shook up countless dust.

"Hahaha......"

In the dust, the figure lying on his back laughed loudly, his chest also rose and fell violently, a large amount of sweat gushed out in an instant, and the steaming mist lingered.

did not use the power of the Triple Heavens, did not use the tragedy of life, only saw the right time, made a decisive move, and forced a Sect Master to blow himself up, and also ripped the Qiankun bag under her nose.

Many times, it is not only absolute power that can achieve victory.

Zhang Fan pinched Grandma Tong's Qiankun bag in one hand and lay quietly on the ground, the scene from a moment ago kept flashing in his mind, experiencing and digesting again and again.

After the First World War, Grandmaster Jiedan, in his heart, is no longer an unattainable and invincible existence, as long as the conditions and timing are right, what is said today may not be repeated.

What's there to fear?

What's more, this time, the gain is not only this.

The arm was raised, and the small and delicate Qiankun bag in the palm appeared in front of him.

This Qiankun bag was torn from Grandma Tong's waist just now, and the purple thunder patterns on it were dense, and it was not static, but kept flickering, as if a real thundercloud was condensed, and the purple thunder, as if it was alive, was brewing all the time, and could fall at any time.

Raising his eyes, in a place a hundred zhang away, one up and down, two things, firmly attracted his attention.

Above, suspended in mid-air, is a sparkling, bright white and dazzling diamond-like object, the size of a fist, as if carved by the best jeweller, countless sections constantly reflect the sun's brilliance, reflecting brilliant colors, hazy and hazy scattered around, as if dream-like beauty.

- The Origin of Gold!

Below, a purple hilt of the sword, exposed to the hard soil, all the blades were not visible in it, but even so, the hilt of the sword still flashed with lightning light, and the sound was like thunder, and from time to time it came out with the trembling of the small sword.

- Magic weapon, purple sword!

These two things are also rare good things for Sect Master Jiedan, just like a **lamb, appearing in front of him without any resistance, quietly waiting for him to collect it.

At this time, the dust settled, the clouds were light and the wind was light, and countless sword qi clouds gradually gathered from all directions, covering the entire heaven and earth, and the aura that was originally restless due to the fierce battle regained its calm, and the surroundings suddenly became cool.

Zhang Fan's chest, after such a long period of violent ups and downs, finally slowly regained its stability, even the heavy wheezing sound gradually became inaudible.

Jumping up, Zhang Fan's eyes were burning, and he looked at the two treasures not far away, his eyes full of longing.

With a move in his hand, the Golden Origin hovering in mid-air obediently fell into his hands as if it was being pulled by an invisible silk thread.

As soon as he started his hand, his whole diamond-like body trembled slightly, as if an earthworm was about to sink into the dirt.

Feeling the tingling in the palm of his hand, Zhang Fan's heart moved, and he understood the use of this golden origin.

He groaned slightly, and his hand clenched suddenly, the power was so great, as if he wanted to pinch the origin of gold into **.

Everything is like the origin of the blue spirit fusion wood, the bright white brilliance is magnificent, and the clenched fists are like the sun of the rising sun, illuminating the distance of dozens of zhang around the surrounding area.

Although he couldn't see it in his eyes, Zhang Fan still clearly felt that the gold source in his hand, which was as hard as iron and stone, suddenly softened, and in an instant it seemed to turn into something like water, and it instantly penetrated into his body along the pores in his palm, and he came back to cruise around his entire left forearm, and after a while, he calmed down.

Zhang Fan rolled up his sleeves and looked at it, only to see a golden white color, like a slender sword, revealing a trace from under his skin.

Seeing the situation in front of him, and then thinking of the terrifying sword qi that the sword soul penetrated through the heaven and earth before, his heart couldn't help but feel hot.

He can't extract the power of the origin of gold little by little like a sword soul, and he can only radiate it out at once, but this is enough, you can imagine how terrifying it will be when a sword Lingyun is in the clouds!

After a little longing, he lowered his sleeves, and Zhang Fan's eyes fell on the purple sword on the ground.

With another move of his hand, the air around him fluctuated, and the ground was like flying sand and rocks, rolling up large patches of dust, but the small sword still did not move, as if it did not feel it.

"Huh?"

Zhang Fan's face first showed a hint of surprise, and then he was relieved!

"Still have a temper?"

"I can't help you now!"

With a stomp of his foot, the purple sword was completely shaken from the ground, and was re-exposed to the air, and with a move in his hand, he couldn't resist it, and countless golden silk threads flew out from the cuffs, rolling out.

When the golden brilliance flashed and turned into a beautiful pattern on the Xuanjin gown's clothes again, the purple sword, Grandma Tong's magic weapon, had already lay in Zhang Fan's palm.

The purple little sword, at this time, was dim, if it weren't for Zhang Fan's grasp, it would still be writhing like a swimming fish and refusing to give in, it would be no different from Fan Tie, without the previous sharpness and agility.

"Is it?"

The more he looked at it, the more suspicious he became, Zhang Fan's heart moved, and he thought of a possibility, and then suddenly strengthened his hand, and the five-colored brilliance appeared out of thin air, instantly spreading the entire purple sword, and a "crackling" sound sounded.

Along with these sounds, a blood mist appeared for no reason, lingering on the sword body for a long time, and something like the will of a human mind firmly attached to the sword body.

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

When the five-colored brilliance faded, the purple sword kept twisting the sword body, and suddenly quieted down, lying quietly in Zhang Fan's palm, but the attitude of not giving in was no more.

In addition, visible to the naked eye, the aura on the purple sword changed, as if something had also been withdrawn from the sword body.

"Natal magic weapon!"

"It's actually a natal magic weapon?!"

Zhang Fan didn't understand at this time, this little sword was Grandma Tong's natal magic weapon.

It is precisely because of this that it has such power, and at the same time as Grandma Tong falls, it is bleak and powerless.

The previous resistance is also the essence and mental traction in the natal magic weapon, and it will not accept the control of others other than the original owner.

If it weren't for the "Great Five Elements Forbidden Breaking Technique", Zhang Fan wanted to subdue this natal magic weapon, at least until he had a fake Dan cultivation, and then it would be possible to achieve it through water grinding kung fu.

Now, of course, it doesn't have to take so much effort.

At this time, losing Grandma Tong's natal essence blood and mental traction, this magic weapon no longer resisted, and re-revealed its original breath.

Sharp, irresistible sharpness, thunder, shattering the divine power of the nine heavens.

After a little surprise, Zhang Fan's heart was quickly filled with joy again, and he flipped the purple sword in his hand and looked at it, and the more he looked at it, the more satisfied he became.

This magic weapon is not very good from a distance, but at this time, it is quite extraordinary when viewed closely.

The body of the sword is as thin as paper, and the two sides are engraved with intricate patterns, which look like mysterious thunder patterns.

But if you look closely, it's different.

On the one hand, the thunder and heavenly power shattered everything, and on the other side, a spring thunder revived.

There is no detailed explanation of the pattern, but as long as you look at it, such an idea will naturally arise in your heart, and it is obvious that it is the fusion of the minds of the refining person to be able to do so.

"The thunder of life and destruction, this is the true meaning of the Divine Night Thunder Method!"

Zhang Fan realized it, and then he no longer cared, what he really cared about was the magic weapon itself.

The afterburner in his hand, the spiritual power that had just recovered was poured into it, and there was a shock for a while, and the thunder sword was swallowed, and a burst of brilliance suddenly rose on the purple sword, and between the tremors, the spirit surname was revealed, as if it had regained life.

With a wave, a sword qi shot out, pulling out a long, more than ten zhang crack on the ground, slender but deep, and a trace of cool breath came out of it.

"Good, good!"

Zhang Fan praised with satisfaction, and became more and more in love.

At this time, with his cultivation during the foundation building period, he naturally couldn't exert one percent of the power of this magic weapon, but even so, it was not under the general magic weapon of his full strength, which showed that it was extraordinary.

If it is said in time, Zhang Fan's cultivation is high, and this small purple sword can finally recover its supernatural powers.

After playing for a long time, he was satisfied and carefully put it away, with this magic weapon, after the Jindan Dacheng, there is no need to refine the magic weapon immediately, you can use this to deal with it first, and you can carefully consider it and find the most suitable one to refine.

This alone has taken a big advantage, just ask how big the world is, how many people can get the magic weapon before the knot?

At this time, the Qiankun bag, which had been lying quietly in the palm of his hand, re-entered his sight, opened the mouth of the bag, and his divine sense slowly probed into it.

What surprises can Grandmaster Jiedan's Qiankun bag bring him?

Zhang Fan's heart was full of expectations.

(To be continued)