Immortal Road of the Dharma Idol Chapter 467: Heavenly, closed

This is the portrayal of the central sword field at this time.

Jianchi, which was once full and full, is now empty, with only a huge picture scroll, floating above and floating. Seems to go with the wind.

Where the scroll passes. Dense and dense phobia surrounds, whether it is wind or cloud, or even invisible air, as long as it is stopped in front of it, it will be annihilated.

Zhang Fan looks up above. Seeing top rank spirit item born in his own hands. Reborn, Jiang Li was thoroughly excited. Becoming a top-notch treasure among magical treasure, that kind of satisfaction and pride, all turned into a smile on his face.

The scene in the Wandao picture has changed a lot.

The original Jianqi Red Lotus picture is missing. Only the Jianqi Storm is suddenly coming and going. Even in the picture, the passage is also a broken primordial chaos, as if there is nothing, you can survive in it.

In this seemingly disorderly rage, there is also a certain pattern implied. Put everything together to make a whole.

"Ning!"

Zhang Fan stands down with his hands down, a few shouts, and the sound waves directly hit Wan Jiantu.

The scene in the Wan Jian picture. Response changes.

All sword gas storms. It seemed that the infinite high pressure was coming to the head, and it suddenly settled down, slowly landed from the air, and turned into a clear spring.

"Close!"

One move. Wan Jiantu rolled up and fell into the hands of Zhang Fan.

The Zhang Fan holds Wan Jiantu in his hand, but it is not the ordinary look at first glance. Instead, phobia lingered, as if a beam of light was held in his hand, and it seemed more like a lightsaber without substance, and he wanted to stab the world. The hole looks like an eye.

This is too much tonic. It's too late to settle and digest, and the power leaks out, revealing the results.

Non-needing Zhang Fan. When the arm shrinks, it fits into the sleeve, as long as it settles for a while. With a little more sacrifice, there will be no such uncontrollable situation.

In the future, using this treasure to arrange the Wanjian Mountains and Rivers, and then supplemented by the sword repair avatar, will be a divine ability with infinite power.

Think of this. Zhang Fan smiled slightly and looked up at the high platform.

On the high platform, Jianxiu legacy has come to an end.

Sword Qi brilliance. Gradually converge. Revealing the appearance of Jianxiu sitting cross-legged.

Jianxiu was separated at this time, without Shaan Dan and the painful color of a cultivation base being broken. A face was full of indifference, as if there was nothing in the world that deserved his attention. No matter what is happening, a sword can be broken.

In front of him. The Lord of the Sword Soul also showed a decay. The body originally formed by the condensed sword energy revealed a dim and transparent state. Through his body, he could even see the final center of the penguin Kirin sword behind him Fragments of the world, and the world of sword territory that is constantly collapsed behind him, a scene of ruins in the end times.

The last point is brilliance. After disappearing from the hand of the sword spirit master, Jianxiu avatar. Suddenly opened his eyes.

legacy, the end!

Zhang Fan's heart moved. Under the exchange of mind and mind, Jianxiu availed and stood up suddenly.

This time, it's like a long-stained sword, with a raised eyebrow and a sheath, Guanghan Nine Provinces.

Not yet straight. The awe-inspiring sword rose into the sky; the pace had not yet taken place, and the strong wind blew forward; the voice had not been revealed. Slamming Jianming, Shenghuanhuan,

The sword at this time, Xiu Fenhen, seems to be one with the life source sword in his hand, closing his eyes and not looking at him, feeling. It is a sword of edge, which stands in the sky.

"Boom

The sound of continuous roaring is endless, not the thunder of the sky, but the sword.

Sword repair avatar. Step by step down from the high platform, every step out, there will be a large piece of sword gas ladder collapse, as if countless sword gas storm burst out, annihilating everything.

In the beginning, I still stepped on the stairs. Afterwards, there was nothing under my feet, and I kept walking, and countless sword qi condensed into substance. It seemed as though the clouds were vomiting sharp rays of light, supported by his feet, and walked step by step to the Zhang Fan deity.

The current sword repair avatar. Just like Wan Jiantu, they can't control the huge power they suddenly get. What they need is precipitation.

Zhang Fan glanced up and down at this very different avatar and smiled slightly. Immediately a move, emerald green brilliance flashed away, no one in front of him.

After doing this, everything is done. The collapse of the sword field in the center of the four sides is gradually approaching, and you can even hear it in your ears. The kind of horror sound that cannot be described in words is annihilated in the void.

"Let’s go!"

It was at this moment that an old, powerless voice with some disintegration sounded in his ear.

Zhang Fan looked up. The body of the Lord of the Sword Soul is now more transparent, and it can be seen vaguely, a piece of translucency. Unreal swords full of cracks appeared in the center of his body.

This is the real sword soul.

On the soul of the sword. Cracks are increasing, it seems to maintain the same pace as the entire central sword field, it won't take a moment,

The voice did not fall, a silver light suddenly emerged from the hands of the sword spirit master, like a long rainbow, spanning all the collapses, and opening a dark hole in the sky.

At the hole, a little shimmer. Under the flashing silver light, it seemed so obscure, hazy, like a firefly under Haoyue.

"How about you?"

Zhang Fan not at all immediately set foot on this silver light, silenced and asked.

"With..."

The Lord of the Soul of the Sword shook his head without saying much, and with a wave of his hand again, if the silver light had life, he suddenly rolled towards the body of Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan shuddered slightly. He understood what he meant, and he didn't evade. He just sighed, letting the silver light roll, suddenly, flashed in the sword field, and threw himself into the dark hole.

The glaring brilliance, the sharpness of the sky, suddenly disappeared, but disappeared, instead, the meta-magnetic shimmer was scattered all over. Quiet and quiet.

With a sigh, behind you, in your ears, in your head. Long echo:

"It is a sword"

In an instant, the sound of a blast makes the world go through.

He returned to Jianping Peak again. Zhang Fan couldn't take a closer look. In the roar of world-shaking, he suddenly returned.

Behind, Jianping Peak, which seemed like a sword to the heavens, had turned upside down in the loud noise of the world.

A sharp edge, breaking the endless light, along the midline of Jianping Peak. Spread down.

It feels like an invisible sword. When the sky falls, the entire sword screen peak is split in half.

This time, it seems to destroy the foundation of the whole earth.

"Boom

The mountains collapsed and the rocks were empty. The huge Jianping Peak burst into two halves along the middle line, slowly looking towards both sides.

It's not just Jianpingfeng that has changed dramatically. Along the midline of Jianping Peak, a huge rift suddenly appeared on the ground, with no signs and no sound, as if the blade had been cut on the tofu, silently. Like a crack.

Like an earthquake, there was a big gap. Appeared on the ground, spreading along the middle line, the bigger the crack, the longer the crack. If you look at it from the height, it looks like a scary scar, floating on the ground.

The faint cold air, revealing through the unfathomable rift, as if this sword, cut straight into the Nine Serenities.

The change only lasted for a moment. It has changed a lot.

At this time, the sigh of the Lord of the Sword Souls drifted away with the wind, and the echo gradually faded away

.

The Central Sword Territory, dies!

Standing on the spot, Zhang Fan silently changed looks at and turned manifestation upside down. After everything calmed down again, he turned around and walked away.

"Bitter old, I need to shut my eyes."

Don’t say that Wan Jiantu and Jian Xiu need to be settled, it is himself, and it is time to go further, not to mention, a treasure that has long been wanted to be refined is also the time to birth.

"Aren’t there any ready-made places?"

The voice of the bitter person came. Uncovered and unobstructed, echoing in a ruin.

Back view, gradually disappeared!

Several tens of miles away, the deep basin is still deep, and Baishi is horribly scattered. not at all is affected by the upheaval in Jianping Peak, as if it were heaven.

A burst of fire suddenly arrived. Without stopping, it flashed into the basin.

A few dozen feet deep underground. In the karst cave flooded with earth fire, the fire light condensed, and Zhang Fan appeared.

There was a smile on his face in the place where looks at stayed for a whole year.

Here, it is indeed the best place to retreat, before there is no other fire pulse news. This karst cave with sufficient shame is the best choice.

This is full of everything, and I want to lick it out of the cave and go to the ground to wreak havoc on the ground. It is enough to eat the fire cultivation for several years.

With a wave of his hand, crow nest was isolated, and several flags flew out of cover.

On the outside, the basin disappears, only the plain rocks are chewy, and the atmosphere feels empty. IndoMTL.com~ has no anomalies.

After doing this, Zhang Fan smiled slightly, flashed a flash of light at the heart of his eyebrows, and the heart-burning lamp floated.

In an instant, the earth in the karst cave is blazing, as if encountering a natural enemy, trembling violently, and then if the long river enters the sea, rushing into the sea, pouring into the heart lamp.

Sitting cross-legged, while carrying fire, the palm of the hand turned over, and a fist-sized irregular ore fell into the hands of Zhang Fan.

Once the ore appeared, the golden and white brilliance masterpiece, like a miniature sun, instantly rose in the cave.

Sun Adamantite!

It’s finally time to start because of the delay of the sword domain.

Zhang Fan slowly closed its eyes, spiritual sense revealed, wrapped around the sun gold, the same bright golden flame ignited on the ore for no reason,

Time passes by little by little.

One day, ten days, January, one year"