Immortal Road of the Dharma Idol Chapter 1142: Blood Stele Sword Sovereign, Big Dream Wen Xiang

"Senior Tongshu, your old friend looks extraordinary!"

Zhang Fan sinks like water. I finally knew what the "old friend" in Uncle Tong's mouth meant.

In front of them thousands of feet away, a towering cloud monument jumped into their sight.

Looking in the distance, but the stone tablet condensed by mist is really too unusual in the cloud world, and it’s no surprise, but as the two people approached, this cloud tablet gradually became more extraordinary. local.

Red, bright red of blood; flowing, circulation of blood.

The whole cloud monument, except for the mist on the outline and the handwriting on the monument, all the rest are in blood dyed color.

These blood colors have passed through countless years, and there has never been a little vicissitudes left. They are all like the fresh human body, slowly flowing, and the color is so bright that it permeates people.

One of the bloodiest spots is a personal name on the blood monument.

They are all like life with writing, showing their teeth and dancing claws, while blood slides down the edge of the writing, and from time to time there is a ray of blood struggling out of the writing. Weeping and twisting, it seems that the soul of resentment that is always bound in the blood monument, even if weeping and struggling constantly, always struggle to control the bleeding monument.

"This is..."

Looking at these blood words, Shu Tong's face showed a pity, and Zhang Fan's expression gradually became solemn and solemn.

These blood words, as the Zhang Fan gazes longer, the more extraordinary it is.

Every blood-sufficient name has looming, extremely thin blood-red silk threads protruding, they spread far into the distance, intertwined and entangled with the silk threads emitted from other names, and finally Disappeared into the void.

"This is the Yunchi imprisonment in Yunhai Yaokou!"

After a while, Zhang Fan sighed loudly. With his knowledge and eyesight, he naturally understood the names and those that stretched out. I don’t know where the **** silk thread connected to the outside of the void and who was connected to represent what.

Feeling the innumerable years of suffering of the human race in the cloud, as uncontrollable control as destiny, the voices in the ear when the resentment of blood and shadow struggling are increasingly piercing and soul-stirring.

Under these horrible sounds, there was one person who slept peacefully.

Not far below the blood monument, a man with a length of nearly ten feet, much taller than most celestial beings, lay on his side and fell into a deep sleep.

Needless to say, this person is the "old friend" that Uncle Tong said.

Zhang Fan stared suddenly. This person looked up and down.

This Zhang Xutian has a sharp face, lying on the ground all around, only wrapped in the wings behind him, just covering its vitality, looks very fit, and shows the masculine beauty of men.

He is really like a sculpture, lying on the ground motionlessly,-smooth breathing, hidden chest, silently telling that this person is sinking into the heavy water.

Since he has fallen asleep, his breath is full, and he can't see anything from his body. Instead, it is the one in front of him, which is extremely eye-catching.

It is a long knife that is even longer than Xu Tianren's body. It is straight on the ground in front of Tianren. At an angle of Zhang Fan, its exaggerated shape is like a shield.

This long knife is not like the mist long knife common in the cloud from the blade body to the blade, but a material with unclear roads. The whole body is blue, like a blue dragon curling.

Its handle is not very long. Xu Tianren clasped his hands together, only his blade was long and wide, with an indescribable sharpness and domineering breath.

"Good knife!"

At the sight of this big knife, Zhang Fan immediately put the blood monument and the heaven and earth aside, and the light came out of his eyes.

With its Way of tools cultivation base, he clearly feels the purity of the knife body, without blood and grudges, no setbacks, and some are simply "knife"!

Like the most pure sword spirit, this long sword is already a manifestation of the essence of "knife", which cannot be refined by any Way of tools method.

"The knife is still the same, how about people?"

Sometimes, Zhang Fan’s gaze shifted, and it focused on Zhang Xutian, who was the master of the long sword.

Unfortunately, this is not the case. Just when he appreciated the long knife, Zhang Xutianren began to tremble slightly, and became more and more intense, seeming to wake up from a long sleep.

"Zhang Xiaoyou, do you know who this person is?"

Shutong asked as if he didn't see Zhang Xutianren waking up.

"How could I know?"

Zhang Fan secretly slandered, and at the same time shook his head calmly, said: "this Zhang do not know."

This answer is not strange at all. Uncle Tong nodded indifferently and said: "It is not surprising that you do not know its identity. After all, it is too long. If it is not by chance, it is impossible for the husband to know."

The more you listen, the more solemn the look of Zhang Fan will be, just because of what the uncle said in the conversation. He knew that this Xu Tianren's plan was not simple, and he was afraid that it would still be a legendary figure.

Sure enough!

As soon as Zhang Fan thought about it, Shutong had already said to himself.

"The victory of the Hundred Races against the Human Race, and then the competition for the protagonist of the heaven and earth within the Human Race, and finally there will be today's humans, northern Xinjiang, the cloud, and even the aliens and survivors in the underground."

"The family of heaven and humans is indeed extraordinary. Seeing nothing in the civil war of the human races, immediately rushing back and rushing to find the middle of the cloud, legacy fire, and leaving the dark hand. All kinds of methods are used to show today and today. The family of heaven and human remains, and in this small world, it is like a god."

Zhang Fan hearing this nodded secretly, and what Shutong said was exactly what he thought. In that magnificent era, the ancestors of the Heaven and Man family were indeed extraordinary.

"Wait..."

"Did you say..."

Zhang Fan reacted with a sudden rush, and a mind in his heart suddenly looked back to the heavenly man who was about to wake up in his sleep, and the long knife that was trembling in front of him, gradually becoming the voice of dragon roar.

Just now. Uncle Tong's voice came from his ear.

"The ancestors of heaven and man, whose stunning talents are called ancestors, this person is one of the five ancestors of heaven and man

——Sword Master! "

Sword Master? !

Zhang Fan's heart moved, his eyes fixed on the unwilling and lonely long knife, and nodded secretly, and the name of the knife's sovereign was not false only by its ability to control the knife.

Thinking for a while, he saw that Shutong didn’t respond to the gradually reviving knife and long knife, and he knew that he had already prepared in his heart, and he didn’t care about him. Zhang Fan reached out and said: /

"Predecessor Shutong. This person is one of the five ancestors of Heaven and Man, and the position of Sword Sovereign, how can it end like this?"

Sleep, I don’t know how many years of sleep, I woke up after an outsider came, slaughtered the foreign enemy, and then fell into a deep sleep again and again, this is simply the work of corpse squatting, puppet gan!

A generation of Sword Respect, one of the five ancestors of Heaven and Man, should they appear in such a place in this state?

"The real Sword Sovereign has already died."

Uncle Tong sighed, and there was no lack of admiration: "Yunchi is one of the three treasures of heaven and man. In fact, it is the supreme treasure bred by Yunzhongjie itself. It is the first of the three treasures. How easy is it to control."

After the five ancestors of heaven and man came to the Yunzhong Realm, the only thing left by the family of heaven and man was expert

In order to control Yunchi, the Tianren family has paid a huge price, among which there are five sword masters that are one of expert!

When the Heaven and Man tribe set foot in the Cloud Realm, the Sword Master died. This one in front of us is just its body and the remaining sword intention.

"It turns out so."

Zhang Fan is also a long sigh: "Even if I die, the sword still exists, I swear to keep the weight of my life, it is really admirable and admirable, but amazing!"

In his opinion, this sword statue is different from the ancient sword repair lineage. It seems that they are taking the same route, but one is a sword and the other is a sword edge.

"It seems that if you want to do something in this cloud pond, I'm afraid it won't be able to bypass this knife venerable.:

"However, how did Shutong bypass this person at that time, Yuanshen great accomplishment in this Yunchi?"

When Zhang Fan is meditating. Dao Zun's body was trembling, and in the moment when the Long Dao drama shattered, Uncle Tong stretched out take action, and caught him in vain.

This grip is like his movements when playing Yun Yun, but in the blink of an eye, the pupils of Zhang Fan contracted suddenly, and the eyes were full of horror.

It is full of water, lingering, a scent of medicinal herbs, like men and women who are entangled in the world, entangled in the world, filled with extremely soft and ubiquitous, like the mother’s arms, into the world.

In this medicinal fragrance, Zhang Fan's brain is blurred for a while, and there is almost a feeling of drowsiness. The kind of safety and warmth is enough to let go of everything and sleep deeply.

"No!"

Suddenly, Zhang Fan's eyes opened, the golden light flashed all over the body, the whole body was burned up and down, and the eyes returned to a clear world

"Dream and Wenxiang!"

Zhang Fan looked at Shutong with surprise, and a name came out.

The big dream of Wenxiang is the name of the medicinal fragrance that haunts the world at this time.

"It's the big dream Wenxiang, Zhang Xiao friendly knowledge."

Uncle Tong slowly withdrew his hand, and was a little surprised that Zhang Fan could recognize the big dream of Wenxiang

At the same time, under the distant blood monument, Dao Zun's tremor gradually subsided, as if the baby was in the mother's arms and fell asleep again.

The sword honoured into a dream, and the long sword shuddered unwillingly, but also fell silent.

Seeing this, Shutong's eyes flashed a triumphant look, and Zhang Fan also understood its purpose.

Dameng Wenxiang~IndoMTL.com~Although it is incense and the like, it is indeed a kind of pill medicine which is difficult to refine and very rare.

Its rareness is related to its difficulty in refining, but more is its use, and few people waste the skill.

The big dream Wenxiang, for helping people to enter the dream, is most suitable for those who are uneasy or weak spirit qi.

The problem is that there are various secret techniques. Can soothe the mind, can force people into dreams, why do you need to help pill medicine with such difficult refining, this is not too much effort?

The only medicine that is indispensable is actually some mortal body, which is so weak that it can’t bear even a little spirit qi erosion, so you need to use this spirit.

This is destined to be rare and rare.

"Really good!"

The Zhang Fan watched as Tianren Dao Zun gradually calmed down, laughed in the palm of his hand, and sincerely exclaimed.

What Shutong is doing, the skills are almost the same!