"Stinky old man! Stinking drunkard! He didn't even say a word when he left…
"Sigh…!" Forget it! I'd better see what good things you left for me?”
When Yang Fanchen's consciousness entered the ring, he was shocked."
Why were there so many spirit stones? This was simply too much! Yang Fanchen could not help but swallow his saliva.
"Eh…!" Why did the pile beside him look a little different?
This was…" Ah…!!!" He was rich…These were Spiritual Crystals! Old man, I love you to death! How many Spiritual Crystals were there! This…This…This is too f * cking scary!
Looking at the two piles of spirit stones and crystals, Yang Fanchen's mouth was wide open in excitement.
"Sigh…!" This old man really treats me well! Yang Fanchen sighed.
What else was there? Yoho! This was a Mysterious Grade weapon, the Breeze Saber.
"Sigh…!" Too stingy!
Weapons were divided into mortal weapons, mystic weapons, magical weapons, spiritual weapons, true weapons, treasured weapons, saint weapons, and divine weapons.
However, it was still alright! With his current realm, good things were useless.
"Sigh…!" Training was more important! Let's see what these two books are first.
The Phantom Immortal Track was a body technique. Yang Fanchen flipped to the first page and saw four lines. It was like a poem, but also like an incantation.
As light as a lonely swan riding a swallow, the light is broken and the shadow is invisible. A thousand miles of shadow moved in the nine heavens, floating like a dream for a moment.
Yang Fanchen flipped through it again. The first level, Chasing Wind and Lightning. The second type was the streamer. The third level, Illusionary Light and Broken Shadow. The fourth level, Thousand Shadows of Heavy Light. Fifth level, floating void like a dream.
It turned out that there were five realms, but this was an immortal realm cultivation technique. If one were to cultivate in the mortal realm, it would be incredible to cultivate to the third realm at most.
After all, there was not enough spiritual energy in the mortal world to cultivate to such a high realm. Yang Fanchen thought to himself.
Now that he was only at the ninth level of the Pulse Establishment Realm, he did not even have enough spiritual energy to cultivate half a level. Even if he were to start cultivating, he would be exhausted and collapse on the ground.
"Sigh…!" Forget it! Yang Fanchen picked up another book after reading the saber technique first.
"Tyrant Emperor's Saber Scripture", this name is so domineering, I like it.
This saber technique was divided into nine forms. The second style, Criss-cross maneuver. The third style, Tiger Roar and Dragon Coiling. The fourth move, Dominate an Area. The fifth style, turn the tide. The sixth move, Unparalleled. The seventh move, Spleen Looking at the World. The eighth move, One Hand Covers the Sky. The ninth move, I'm the only one who reigns supreme.
Domineering! Quite domineering! The title of the book was domineering, and so were the moves! I like it! I'll train you first.
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Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, five months had passed.
"Old man, why aren't you back yet? Wasn't it supposed to be in March and May?
Stinky old man, are you lying to me?" Yang Fanchen fell on the altar and made a " big " pose. He casually threw the Qingfeng Saber aside and stared blankly at the white clouds in the sky...
This barrier was really strange! He could see the outside, but the outside could not see the inside. No matter if it was windy or rainy, windy or sunny, it was the same as the outside.
The methods of immortals were truly brilliant! When will I be able to cultivate to that level?
In the past five months, he had only mastered the second move of the saber technique, and it was only a move.
He had only mastered the first stage of his movement technique, and his cultivation was still at the ninth level of the Meridian Establishment Realm.
"Ah…!" The more Yang Fanchen thought about it, the more frustrated he became.
Suddenly, he sat up and took the Breeze Saber beside him. He slashed at the altar to vent his anger. He even shouted," I'll slash, I'll slash, I'll slash…"
After venting his anger, he felt much better. Only now did he realize that there was not even a single mark on the altar after chopping for a long time. There was not even a single grain-sized stone. An evil fire instantly rose in his heart.
" Even you are angry at me," Yang Fanchen said fiercely." I'll chop again..."
As if he had gone crazy, he slashed again. The blade cracked and sparks flew everywhere, but the ground of the altar still did not move.
In a fit of anger, he swung the saber horizontally with his right hand and slashed his left shoulder, drawing a long bloody wound. The Qingfeng Saber also flew more than three feet away.
Fresh blood flowed down his left arm and gushed out like a broken dam, spilling onto the grooves on the altar.
Yang Fanchen hurriedly used his right hand to press on the wound, but the blood still continued to flow...
At this moment, a strange phenomenon occurred. The blood that was sprinkled on the altar disappeared like a ghost.
Yang Fanchen was shocked! He hurriedly looked down and realized that the blood dripping from his arm had disappeared the moment it landed on the altar.
Yang Fanchen hurriedly got up and stared at the altar in a daze…
Suddenly, the altar trembled violently. A cold wind whistled, and the sky changed color. Dark clouds covered the sky, and lightning flashed and thunder rumbled. The altar slowly cracked…
With a loud boom, the altar collapsed. Yang Fanchen couldn't dodge in time and instantly fell into a pitch-black bottomless abyss...
After an unknown amount of time! Yang Fanchen woke up slowly and sat up straight with difficulty. He shook his groggy head and rubbed his groggy eyes.
As he raised his hand, he suddenly felt a sharp pain. Yang Fanchen instantly woke up. Only then did he realize that there was a knife wound on his arm. He slowly got up and there was already a large pool of blood on the ground.
At this moment, he had lost an unknown amount of blood. His face was covered in dirt, and his body was covered in blood. His clothes were also in tatters. He used his hand to brush the hair in front of his eyes before he looked around...
It was a deep pit with potholes all around. It was cold and damp. There was a huge rock in the pit. It was about ten feet long and was completely black like ink. It had a strange shape, like a heart.
The black rock was three feet above the ground, floating in the air. There were four thick black chains that seemed to have grown out of the wall around the black rock.
Golden runes flowed on the chains, and golden light overflowed. They were exactly the same as the runes on the Demon Sealing Pillar at the top of the altar.
Unfortunately, the chains of the nine magic-sealing pillars had been broken before he woke up. The pillars had collapsed, and the runes had disappeared.
Yang Fanchen was shocked. What was this? Could this be the thing that was sealed? This was a demon?
Yang Fanchen mustered his courage and walked closer to take a look. He saw a beam of light shining from above the black stone…
Raising his head slightly, he saw a small golden pagoda about ten feet above the black rock. It was colorful and beautiful. There was nothing else in the other pits.
Only then did Yang Fanchen straighten his body slightly. He weakly placed his left hand on the black stone and panted slightly...
Suddenly, the black stone began to tremble violently…
" Boom!" The four iron chains that locked the black stone instantly broke. Yang Fanchen was shocked and hurriedly pulled his hand back. However, the black stone seemed to have a suction force that sucked his left hand onto the black stone. No matter how hard he tried, he could not pull it back...
Yang Fanchen was anxious. He exerted strength again, but he still did not move.
At this moment, the black stone began to turn slightly red. From its original black color, it slowly turned dark red, brownish-red, and scarlet…
From the black stone, the sound of drinking water could be heard, accompanied by the sound of throbbing water.
Yang Fanchen turned pale with fright and shouted crazily towards the sky…
At this moment, the barrier outside also cracked like a spider web. At this moment, the small golden tower above his head started to spin violently. The body of the tower shot out golden light in all directions, and the light shot into the sky as if it was going to pierce through the sky...
However, the black rock started to shake even more violently, causing the earth to shake and the mountains to shake. The thumping sound became even more violent…
Yang Fanchen's left hand, which was resting on the black stone, was bleeding rapidly. His own body, flesh, and blood were also rapidly drying up, and his face was as pale as paper...
In the blink of an eye, his robust body seemed to have turned into a bag of bones. His eyes were sunken, and he looked like a withered draft. A fear of death enveloped his heart, as if he was about to become a dried corpse...
The walls of the pit suddenly cracked open, and everything collapsed. It was like the end of the world. The sky collapsed, the earth collapsed, and the world shattered…
The golden pagoda shone brightly and suddenly shone on Yang Fanchen and the black stone beside him. Unfortunately, it was too late. Accompanied by a loud bang,
"Boom!"
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