A completely sealed space, with no doors or windows, no light, not a sound, as if the air had stopped flowing.

This space is like a divine soldier that has been sleeping for thousands of years, waiting for the arrival of the destined master.

In this space, a series of lines appeared strangely in the center of the floor, and the lines made people feel unfathomable at a glance, emitting a faint glow, and the light formed a black dragon pattern between nothingness.

The black dragon was lifelike, as if it was really alive, the ghostly light swirled in the void, stretching its body wantonly in this small space, and faintly the sound of a dragon's groan sounded, and a coercion from the flood spread out.

A figure in the body of this illusory black dragon is slowly emerging in it, and this wisp of ghostly light seems to have an inexplicable spirituality, with a strange aura gradually converging inward, shrinking into the figure.

At the same time, a strange gust of wind rose from the ground, and it turned out that there were many oil lamps on the walls around it, but now they were empty.

But with the flow of the breeze, the beating blood-red flames lit one after another on the oil lamps, dispelling the darkness and bringing light, but this light was a little eerie no matter how you looked at it.

After the figure completely emerged, the black dragon pattern under his feet and the glow of the void space dissipated in an instant, as if it had never appeared, but the air around him seemed to be heavier.

The figure is about one meter eight, with long black hair neatly tied on his head, draped behind his head, and his black eyes reveal a strong curiosity, looking around.

His not strong body, but under the ubiquitous majesty around him, it revealed the same but more arrogant aura, from the inside out, permeating this space. It's as if the emperor is patrolling his territory.

The figure is none other than Nangong Fan, who has turned into Kurosawa.

The space of hundreds of square meters, without too many ornaments, looks a little empty, if someone really says that this is the secret of the black family hidden for thousands of years, absolutely no will believe it.

At a glance, Nangong Fan saw a three-foot long sword hanging on the wall in front of him.

The hilt of the sword resembles a hideous dragon head, the sword lattice resembles a horn, and a crystal clear black scale is pasted in the middle, and the scales are three-dimensional. The light of the oil lamp penetrated it, and the scales were like a fierce beast, devouring all the light, and a long dragon-like liquid appeared in the light, rolling endlessly in the scales, like a dragon swimming in the four seas.

The blade of the sword was hidden in the scabbard, but there was still a slight light sound, like the sound of a sword, more like a dragon's groan.

The scabbard is made entirely of black scales, reflecting the light of the oil lamp, illuminating the entire space.

The three quaint blood-colored ancient characters of "Black Dragon Sword" loom in the scales of the scabbard, and the lines of each word seem to flow in each piece of scale armor, and these three words alone make people feel an inexplicable panic, as if the gods are looking down on the world.

The black dragon sword hung on the wall, swaying slightly, like a long dragon soaring through the clouds and fog to conquer the heavens.

Directly below the black dragon sword, a wooden table was erected against the wall, on which three exquisite jade boxes were placed in an orderly manner, and a portrait of a character was pasted on the wall.

The portrait depicts a middle-aged man with dark hair, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and long hair tied together by a black cloth band. An inch-long scar on the right side of his face adds a touch of domineering.

In his left hand, he holds a dragon horn helmet that looks like a dragon's head and is imposing. Holding a three-foot long sword in his right hand, the black hilt of the sword is like a dragon's head, firmly biting the right hand, the sword and the person do not seem to have any gap, perfectly integrated, like an extension of the arm. The blade of the sword is faint, but the images give people a sharp feeling.

It was the Black Dragon Sword on the wall.

A battle armor made of black scale armor was caged on his strong body, like a fierce general fighting on the battlefield, mighty and domineering.

Nangong Fan felt that the man in the painting was very familiar, and before he could think about it carefully, there was a strange appearance under his feet.

At the foot is a black altar, the length and width of the altar are five meters each, a total of nine layers, one layer after another is indented, and the area is decreasing.

Nangong Fan was standing on the ninth floor of the black altar, and the area of the ninth floor could only sit cross-legged by one person.

Wisps of cool air spread from the soles of the feet to the whole body. It's cold and piercing, and it penetrates into the heart.

Stimulated by the cool air, Nangong Fan felt that his whole body, whether it was blood or cells that he was difficult to find now, were boiling, as if a full Han banquet was placed in front of someone who had been hungry and thirsty for a long time, and he couldn't wait to have a full meal.

Nangong Fan spat out a breath of cold air in his mouth, his mind was tumbling, and he inexplicably seemed to know the origin of the spar under his feet, and sat cross-legged amid the murmuring.

"Black Dragon Crystal. ”

The three characters are not like Kurosawa's arrogant and arrogant, but with a trace of inferiority complex, but more like an elegant young man reciting ancient scriptures, gentle and elegant, elegant as a fairy.

A martial artist's journey, the three cultivation of spirit and spirit are all generous avenues, and ordinary people can reach the peak by choosing one person to cultivate. Those who have the talent to rebel against the sky, double cultivation and three cultivation in order to be invincible at the same level.

Each path is bumpy and unusual, requiring countless resources. Without a deep heritage, you don't know when you enter Baoshan, and you don't know how to do it. Different natural treasures, different picking methods, different ways to use.

And the black dragon crystal should not be something that should be in this realm, and it is somewhat possible that the low-quality wulong crystal is of low quality.

Dragon Crystal is made up of demon beasts with dragon blood. It contains the aura that escapes from the dragon clan's cultivation, mixed with the dragon clan's unique dragon qi and condensed.

The black dragon crystal is hard to find even in the upper realm, and the demon beast can become a strange beast with a little dragon blood, and that little bloodline will make it have no possibility to climb to the god position.

The black dragon, even in the true dragon clan, is an extremely domineering existence, and the aura contained in its dragon crystal is so domineering that ordinary people can't absorb it at all.

The Starry Sky Realm Martial Cultivation is divided into ten realms, and each realm is divided into low-level, intermediate, high-level, peak, and consummation.

Martial disciples, warriors, martial artists, martial artists, martial artists, martial marquis, martial kings, martial emperors, martial emperors, martial saints, and legends. Legend has it that you can then ascend to the upper realm.

Wu Zong can be regarded as officially stepping into the martial arts, and he can look at his own body and exhale aura.

The king of martial arts can be regarded as entering the hall, and he can use his own body aura to press the gravitational force, and temporarily suspend in the air.

At this interface, even the legendary powerhouse is not as easy as Nangong Fan to absorb the breath of this dragon crystal.

Once in the company of the real dragon, how could he care about the little dragon crystal?

Nangong Fan sat cross-legged above the black dragon crystal, and the black dragon crystal emitted a trace of cool air and drilled into Nangong Fan's body.

Under the stimulation of the Black Dragon Crystal, he could even reach the inner view of his own body that only the Martial Sect could do.

The slightest coolness, with a pervasive domineering attitude, nourishes the thin body, nourishes the weak but full of resilience and vitality, and strengthens the blood. It even goes straight to the center of the eyebrows to nourish the soul.

Nangong Fan watched the cool air shuttling through the body, slowly invading the heart, the heart is where the essence is, and a strong heart can support a strong body.

It's just that even if Nangong Fan can look at his body now, his heart seems to be a little weird, he can't see his heart clearly at all, let alone see that his heart is completely entangled by a circle of transparent silk threads.

If a normal person might find out, how would they allow an unclear existence on their body?

But Nangong Fan didn't feel this way at all, maybe it was because the cold air was menacing, and he didn't have time to take care of it?

Or maybe his thoughts were completely cut off to explore his heart's thoughts?

No one can say for sure now.

The silk thread is like a fishing line, revealing a mysterious and powerful atmosphere.

The heart was originally golden brown, but under the entanglement of silk threads, it turned into all the blood red of ordinary people.

All the secrets inside the golden-brown heart are hidden by the transparent fishing line.

In the depths of Nangong Fan's heart, which could not be detected, a black-red blood bead that exuded a noble and arrogant aura curled up next to a blue blood bead that was half smaller than him.

The black-red blood beads also faintly emitted bursts of dragon groans, but under the ban of the silk thread, they only echoed in the heart, and could not be transmitted outside the heart at all.

The slightest cool breath penetrated into the heart, and the dragon qi that was originally proud of its might, under the tumbling of the black and red blood beads, like a docile kitten, gathered around the black and red blood beads, and put all his last glory in Nangong Fan's heart, allowing the black and red blood beads to be absorbed wildly.

The dragon qi in other parts of the body seemed to have a command, burrowing into the blood, and flowing through the whole body.

If the heart is the foundation of refinement, then blood is the most important source of strength for refinement.

The heart is hematopoietic, the heart is strong, the blood is strong, the blood flows throughout the body, and the blood is strong.

The red blood circulates rapidly in the body, absorbing all the energy in the cool air, and then feeding back to the whole body, forming a perfect circulation.

Blood is mixed with a strange color,

Earthy yellow, with a heavy smell like the earth, and a little noble like an emperor.

Red and white, red as fire, white as ice, two completely different forces, fused together, there was no difference in the slightest, as if ice and fire should be interdependent.

Bloodshot greedily devoured the cool air that poured from all sides of his body.

As the cool air faded, the golden-brown blood and the unknown red and white blood were thicker and more conspicuous in the blood, and they were also like small saplings, irrigated by the cool air, and thrived with the strengthening of the blood.

It seems that a trace of blue blood can be seen faintly, flashing away in the depths of the blood, exuding an aura like a god and a demon. Noble, indifferent, looking down at what is happening.

Nangong Fan didn't know anything about the changes in the blood in his body, he just closed his eyes tightly, trying his best to absorb the surging cool air around him.

With the cool air emitted by the dragon crystal, he could only make a preliminary internal vision, and he could clearly see a wisp of mist-like gas forming in the empty dantian, slowly wandering in the slender meridians, one by one, and the meridians flowed endlessly...... Like a grass that has just sprouted, it grows vigorously and powerfully.

He could still feel that his heart was beating more vigorously and his thin body began to tighten.

The center of the eyebrows squirmed slightly, and I felt a hint of itching, as if something was slowly forming in it, about to break out of the shell.