Freesia Continental Council Chamber

A general, dressed in golden armor and wearing a silver and jade ribbon around his waist, walked straight to a door in the center of the corridor, followed by his attendants holding a square box carved from mahogany in both hands.

"Tell the alliance leader, Xiao Ningxiang has brought the head of the people, and the demons have been eradicated, but... ”

"Just what, say it!" the man squinted

"At the last moment, the demon head scattered his life's cultivation to drive Xiao Mengfan into the spatial crack, and he didn't know where to go!"

"Fool" A wave of energy came out from the man's hand and hit General Jinjia, and General Jinjia flew out and hit the stone pillar, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, but he didn't dare to resist at all.

"Pass the order, at all costs, eradicate the remnants of the demon clan, cut the grass and eradicate the roots!

"Yes, Alliance Leader, my subordinates retire!" General Jin Jia said respectfully, and then withdrew from the council

"I won't let the stain stay in this world!"

"Bang" only heard a crisp sound, and the luminous cup held in the middle-aged man's hand turned into a burst of powder and scattered.

"Am I dead? Father, I'm sorry for my people, I died in a different land without revenge."

"Fan'er, remember your father's words, don't give up until the last moment" His father's words echoed in Mengfan's ears, and a tear couldn't help but fall from the corner of his eye.

"Father, don't go! Meng Fan slowly opened his eyes, his hand clutching in the void.

"My king, are you okay?!" An old voice came into Mengfan's ears, and the phantom floated, it was Rakshasa.

"I'm fine" Meng Fan gently wiped away his tears and wanted to stand up, but there was a heart-rending pain all over his body, making it very difficult for him to even breathe.

Mengfan gritted his teeth and tried his best to keep himself awake, because he understood that once he closed his eyes now, only endless darkness awaited him, so he must persevere.

As the minutes ticked by, the injury slowly recovered.

Dark night and day, I don't know how long it took, Mengfan moved his limbs, and found that there was a tingling pain in his left leg bone, "Is it broken", sat up with difficulty, and then looked around in the dark.

This is a cliff, and it is also a coincidence, at the moment when Mengfan fell vertically, he was blocked by the branches along the way and stayed on a platform.

The platform is ten zhang wide and more than eight zhang long, overgrown with weeds, and at this moment a yin wind comes out from the cliff.

"There should be a hole" Meng Fan thought hard and picked up the Shura Tianzheng on the side, limping into the weeds.

The entrance to the cave is not large, just enough for one person to enter

"Why does it seem that someone lives here" The more Mengfan walked inside, the more surprised he was in his heart, the seats, beds, and all kinds of simple furniture were complete.

"You're here!"

"Who are you?" The sudden voice made Meng Fan raise his vigilance,

"Am I trespassing on someone else's territory?"

"My king be careful, the strength of the person who comes is unfathomable" At this time, a voice sounded in Mengfan's heart

"It's just a dead person, don't be afraid" A phantom shadow floated from afar

"Spirits?" Meng Fan looked at the ethereal figure in surprise

"Did I see you at the foot of Moshan Mountain before I came?"

"It seems that the little friend has a good memory, and yes, the old man has been paying attention to you since you came," the old man continued

"Xiaoyou has excellent talents, and his physique is different from ordinary people, so he can take on great responsibilities in the future!"

"Senior, don't make fun of me, my meridians are broken, although I rely on my innate body to survive, but after this time, I am afraid that the immortal root has been broken, and there is no hope of continuing to practice!" Meng Fan shook his head and smiled bitterly

At this moment, the old man's eyes noticed the wooden stick in Meng Fan's hand

"It seems that Xiaoyou has a chance, and there is such a magic weapon in his hand, which is really a godsend, but it's a pity... ”

The old man shook his head slightly and sighed

"What did the senior say about this?" Meng Fan saw that the old man wanted to speak and stopped, and asked urgently

"The secret of heaven cannot be revealed" The old man was helpless

"If you still want to continue practicing, the old man can help you, but failure will be a catastrophe, is Xiaoyou willing to try?" the old man continued

"Really?" Mengfan's eyes lit up, and his fighting spirit was rekindled

"Forge the body, shape the body, nourish the spirit, cast the way, and draw blood for bones!" The old man waved his robe, and an ancient picture scroll appeared in front of Mengfan's eyes, this is the fragment of the "Sword Demon Washing Record" obtained by chance when the old man traveled to the mainland in an Arctic abyss.

"After the old man got it, he didn't study it much because it was a fragment, if you regret it, it's too late now."

"I don't regret" the death of his father, the death of the clansman gradually surfaced in Mengfan's mind, at this time Mengfan had no choice, and nodded his head through gritted teeth.

"Senpai, what do I need to do?"

"Okay, you can bring the sword for the old man" The old man nodded with satisfaction, looking at the rusty sword in front of the dry bones.

"You first drop blood to recognize the master" Meng Fan bit his finger and introduced a drop of blood into the scabbard

"Hum... I saw the rusty sword trembling, and the rust on the sword body fell off little by little, revealing two big characters "dragon pattern"

"Old friend, I haven't seen you for a long time, hahaha!" The old man looked at the sharp sword with a smile, and couldn't help but wonder, I don't know how many days and nights have passed, once the wine was pointed to the rivers and mountains, and now the things are not people and they have dissipated.

Just when the old man was stunned, a phantom appeared from the sword, "Master!"

"Dragon pattern, your master is no longer me" The old man's eyes pointed to Mengfan, who was still stunned on the side

"He is your new master in the future"

"Yes," the Phantom said respectfully

"Okay, then let's get started!" the old man threw the ancient book into the air, and the scroll spread out, and a simple and mysterious atmosphere spread.

"According to the old man, there are two major conditions for the sword demon to wash the marrow: one of them is to melt a divine weapon, although the old man doesn't know why this divine product is required, but I think the dragon pattern should be enough to qualify. ”

"What?Casting Divine Artifact?'s Dragon Pattern Senior?" Meng Fan said in astonishment

"Xiaoyou don't worry, although the dragon pattern is a machine spirit, but it is not ordinary, he has his own spirit body, if it is not loyal to me, he can completely escape and become an overlord, so the dragon pattern sword is just a place for him to live. ”

Meng Fan breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this

"The second old man is only half of the story: a Jiuyang boy who needs to abolish the exercises, there seems to be a condition behind it, but unfortunately the second half of the fragment is not known, hey, so the old man is worried... The old man touched his beard and sighed.

With a wave of his robe, he saw a blood-red array appear on the ground, and several ancient runes in the center of the formation were filled with black smoke, which looked very weird.

"The key to this secret method lies with you, once you fail the test, you will fall into the endless hell, and death is your belonging, so everything can only be up to you!" the old man reminded

"Understand" Mengfan's back was painted with a blood charm and lay in the center of the big array.

The formation operated, emitting bursts of purple-black red light, and the molten iron gradually flowed into Mengfan's body, and the indescribable burning sensation was unforgettable, accompanied by a smell of burnt skin.

Meng Fan gritted his teeth, sweat mixed with blood made Meng Fan even more hideous

The vast Far North

"Ah, young master help me"

"Hahaha, give me death, happy, happy"

Meng Fan's eyes were full of the scene of the slaughter of the clansmen, blood was scattered and flesh was flying, the silver armor knight was merciless, even the old and weak prisoners were not spared, the scene was extremely bloody, but Meng Fan couldn't stop it.

Until the moment when the head of a tall middle-aged man was cut off by the golden-armored knight, Mengfan finally broke out, it was his father, the only person who was close to him in this world.

"Ahh

"It's not good, the demon barrier has entered the body" The old man was shocked when he saw this, and his strong spiritual power came out majestically, constantly suppressing the violent aura in Mengfan's body.

Meng Fan kept roaring and struggling in the big array, and was about to break out of the formation.

At this moment, a gentle warm current swept through Mengfan's body.

"Fan'er, live well!" As the image dissipated, the world also stopped trembling.

A warm tear appeared in the corner of "Father" Mengfan's eyes

The "master" was just when the dragon pattern wanted to help the frail old man

There was a "click" sound from the center of the formation, like an eggshell peeling off, and the golden light was shining, threatening to engulf the entire darkness.

Seeing this, the dragon pattern was surrounded by qi, forming an invisible barrier to cut off the old man from the raging golden light, and as the golden light dissipated, a boy with purple qi appeared in the center of the formation.

Xiao Mengfan。。。。。

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