In Hanhai City, the prosperity is still there.

The power of the Heavenly Pillar of Light has no concept at all for these ordinary immortal cultivators, and they have never even felt the violent vibration of the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi at that moment, and only those strong people who stand at the peak of everyone will be shocked by it, and life will continue.

In the Wang's trading house, Wang Tianshu and Taoist disciples raised their glasses to each other in front of a delicate wood-carved hollow spirit wood table, drinking sullen wine silently.

After a while, Wang Tianshu suddenly sighed for a lifetime, put down the wine glass, and said gloomily: "Brother Zhang is gone after all, I don't know if I can see him in my lifetime." ”

The Taoist silently poured a cup and said indifferently: "People are different, some people are born to be dragons, they will not stay in one place for a long time, nor will they stay in a realm for a long time, Dao has a hunch, Brother Zhang will definitely go further, like a dragon into the sea, and it can no longer be controlled." ”

"Yuan Ying!"

Wang Tianshu naturally knows what the Taoist is referring to, this realm is far away for him than the Yuan Magnetic Cloud in the sky, although the Yuan Magnetic Cloud is untouchable, but at least it can be seen that the Yuan Infant Realm, not only is there no hope in his life, but he is not even qualified to see a Yuan Ying real person.

"Come, let's congratulate Brother Zhang!"

Drink it all!

"Daddy will definitely be back!"

At this moment, a childish voice came from the corridor, and he looked up, but saw Jin Ke'er holding the statue of Yin Heng with one hand and holding the flawless hand with the other, and slowly walked down from the second floor.

Her hair was still wet, and she had obviously just gone to bathe and change her clothes under the leadership of Flawless, but when she came down, she happened to hear the conversation between Wang Tianshu and the Taoist.

"Definitely!"

As she spoke, as if in order to strengthen her tone, Jin Ke'er clenched her little fists tightly and repeated in an extremely affirmative tone.

"Hopefully!"

Wangtianshu and Taoist disciples are different from naïve children, they naturally know that the way of cultivating immortals, a realm, is the moat. Every time you cross a realm, you will appear in front of you in a different world, and when you think back to the past, you suddenly look back, maybe the vicissitudes of life, and the personnel are long gone.

It's just this, but there is no need to say more to the children, the two just raised their glasses and wished them afar:

"Brother Zhang, good luck to you!"

...... Outside the city of Hanhai, on the endless dead plain, the wind was raging, rolling up countless winds and sand, covering the sky, and it was the bluestone that stood still, and it was also ravaged by the wild sand, and it became a thousand holes.

Under this harsh celestial phenomenon that even bluestone can not preserve, there is a line of footprints, imprinted on the sandy ground, let the wind blow, not chaotic at all, like engraved stone, and like an invisible force infusion, the wind can not shake.

The footprints, at the beginning, were still three feet at a time, ordinary steps, gradually, from three feet to three feet, and then to the extreme eye, only to barely see the next footprint, as if shrinking into inches, one step is the end of the world.

The gradually disappearing footprints, this consistent breath, like an invisible dragon, went straight to the deepest part of the boundless plain, and then came to an abrupt end, without a trace.

It was as if all of a sudden, the owner of the footprints and breath had disappeared from heaven and earth out of thin air.

Only the rest is that the wind and sand dance wildly, and the yellow rain is sprinkled.

...... "Whew!"

He exhaled a long breath, like a river hanging in the sky, whistling through the cave, and several pieces of gravel fell to the ground, with a clanging sound.

Zhang Fan's gaze never wandered at all because of these gravels, and he was always staring at the left and right in front of him, two yuan babies.

The Yuan Infant on the right is delicate and delicate, as if he can see everything inside through a thin layer.

This primordial baby is pale green, this green is faintly inaudible, as if it is transparent, and even through its body, the four walls of the pitch-black cave can be seen.

Or rather, the former sword!

The unwilling whistling voice has never dispersed, as if it is winding around the beam, and it seems to be turning into a resentful spirit, but in any case, it can't affect Zhang Fan in the slightest, no matter how unwilling he is, he can only scatter in the wind.

The Yuan Infant in front of him, who closed his eyes calmly and seemed to be asleep, was naturally the body of the Sword Infant of the Sword Warrior.

However, if he hadn't done it himself, I'm afraid Zhang Fan wouldn't have been able to associate the peaceful Yuan Infant in front of him with the ugly appearance of the sword baby who was full of anger.

According to the method taught by the ascetics, after only a few days of hard work, Zhang Fan completely erased the soul of the sword, no longer leaving any traces in this world, at this time, the peaceful baby in front of him is just a yuan infant frame, a blank piece of paper, which can be smeared at will.

This is the second primordial infant that can only be refined after the spirit of heaven and earth becomes a baby.

Beside Zhang Fan, there was still a sound of breathing, every time he swallowed, it was a sword roar, and the strange thing was that this sharp sword roar did not shake the earth and the four walls in the slightest, as if it was just a bluff, without a little power.

That is naturally impossible, and the reason for this is that a faint earthy yellow color spreads, as if solidifying everything, and all the earth shakes, and in the place where the earth is yellow, it calms down in an instant.

At the source of this earthy yellow, the sword cultivation doppelganger sat cross-legged, and its upper body was shrouded in a cloud of earthy yellow, the earthy yellow flowed, and the sword light was cold in Kyushu.

This is the origin of the sword that broke out of the sword baby's body after the sword was erased from the soul.

After eliminating the anger in it, what remains is the essence of the sword sword inherited from the central Wuji Qilin sword, and the essence of the earth line divine sword in the five directions of the divine sword, and it is precisely with this essence that the sword is said to be able to cooperate with Zhang Fan and use the five-party sword array to force Mu Tianyan into a desperate situation.

What Zhang Fan has done now is to take this essence as his own with a sword cultivation clone, and when he uses the five-sided sword array, he does not need to rely on external forces, and he can incarnate the sword cultivation clone into the central Wuji Qilin Sword, sitting in the middle of heaven and earth, and controlling the power of the four spirit beasts of heaven and earth.

If one day it is said, Zhang Fan can put away the other three five-party divine swords scattered in the heaven and earth in his hand, and control them with the sword cultivation clone as the core, he will not be able to reproduce the ancient times, and the sword cultivation will destroy the earth-shattering power of the great supernatural powers of the god transformation period.

These are all later words, the sword cultivation clone at this time is still struggling to absorb that essence!

Next to the pure sword baby, the other yuan baby is naturally Mu Tianyan.

At this time, Mu Tianyan Yuanying, his eyes were hollow, his expression was dull, like a clay carved wood sculpture, even if he touched it by chance, there was no reaction at all.

In terms of appearance alone, it doesn't seem to be much different from the sword baby, if there is any difference, that is, the spiritual power in it is still abundant, although there is no god, but the invisible coercion is not a lot.

Among them, the imprint of heaven and earth is destined to be indelible, which means that this Yuan Infant cannot play any role, even the essence of his life, and it cannot be as easy to apply as the central Wuji Essence in the Sword Infant, so Zhang Fan only erased Mu Tianyan's soul, but he has never dispersed his cultivation, and he is still condensed in the Yuan Infant.

Such a monk Yuan Ying is not completely useless, in the Demon Dao, there are many methods to absorb this kind of Yuan Infant cultivation, that is, there are many side effects, Zhang Fan knows it, but he doesn't want to use it at all.

However, even if it does not absorb the cultivation in it, if it is an organic fate in the future, the essence of this hall of primordial real people is condensed and used to cultivate supernatural powers or magic weapons, which is also very useful.

Zhang Fan pondered for a while, then put away Mu Tianyan's Yuan Infant, and at the same time, the sword cultivation clone finally digested those central Wuji essences, and he reclaimed them in the Bodhi Garden.

In front of him, there was only ignorance and ignorance, a blank piece of paper waiting to be painted with a magnificent sword baby.

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Fan seemed to say to himself and said inspiringly:

"Let's get started!"

With his hands folded on his abdomen, the method of refining the second yuan infant suddenly operated, and in an instant, the aura turned into a raging wave, surging between square inches.

As if pushed by an invisible force, the sword baby floated in the air, fluttering and fluttering, like a rope traction, straight into Zhang Fan's abdomen!

"Boom~"

Thunder suddenly appeared in the silent place, winter went to spring, spring thunder exploded, and everything was vibrant.

Zhang Fan's whole person "boomed", as if he had lost consciousness, and his spiritual power was running unconsciously, communicating, devouring, absorbing, and swallowing...... Reach infinity!

At this moment, a faint sigh sounded, endless relief, endless expectation and emotion, turned into a sigh:

"Finally, it's the day!"

The voice fell, and it fell silent, and the entire temporary cave suddenly fell silent.

...... One, ten, month, quarter, year...... Say after say, year after year, in the blink of an eye, it is three years of cold and summer.

Cultivating immortals without a moon, immersed in the process of refining the second primordial infant, Zhang Fan couldn't perceive the flow of time at all, as if he was extremely tired and happy sleeping, and once his eyelids were closed and opened, it was a night.

"Brush!"

In the darkness and tranquility, two bright lights suddenly appeared, like thunder and lightning piercing the sky in the middle of the night.

In Zhang Fan's eyes that opened suddenly, the divine light was swallowed, if there was substance, it seemed to be uncontrollable, and the divine light passed everywhere, and even the earth and stone were turned into powder.

His eyes flew by, and the entire cave was raging, and in an instant, his body was incomplete.

This is the endless power of supernatural powers, three years of accumulation, three years of precipitation, fusion of the second elemental infant, stepping into an unpredictable situation, for a while, scattered outside.

After a long time, this light like an electric god gradually converged back, and in the eyes, it merged into two whirlpools, and finally it was dark and returned to normal.

It seems that Zhang Fan at this time is no different from three years ago, but in essence, he has been turned upside down and is no longer what he was back then.

Slowly, a smile appeared on his face, as if he was remembering and experiencing the difference of this moment.

"Boom!"

An ordinary plain and ordinary boundary, with a bang, earth and rocks flying, and a figure soaring into the sky, accompanied by the wanton and arrogance of the dragon chanting Daze and the tiger roaring deep into the mountains.

- The second yuan baby, Dacheng!

(To be continued)