In the middle of the night, everything in the inner part of the city was silent, and in the Coiling Dragon Dungeon, Ji Fan was sitting on a stone futon, and a silk-like crack was gathering frantically on the black metal bump in his hand.

"Click! Click!"

The round stone lock of the carved dragon in the underground palace turned, and the thousand-pound stone door rumbled up, only to see Duan Fangqiong, who was dressed in palace clothes, walk in.

The sound of cracks pouring into the black metal bumps gradually stopped, and Ji Fan, who was sitting cross-legged in front of the stone door, slowly opened his eyes.

Finding that Ji Fan's cracked eyes faintly revealed twelve strange vortices, Duan Fangqiong's heart couldn't help but be secretly shocked.

However, Ji Fan's spiritual eyes did not last long, and they were soon covered by fine cracks.

"Emperor, it's been half a year, hasn't your injuries improved yet?" Duan Fangqiong came to Ji Fan and tried to ask.

Hearing the words of the palace woman, Ji Fan did not give an answer, and his changing expression seemed to be unconscious.

"The mourning family has a new elixir, which has the effect of concentrating the mind, and may be helpful to the emperor. Duan Fangqiong took out a small stone bottle from her storage purse, opened it and handed it to Ji Fan.

Although Duan Fangqiong did not pour the elixir out of the stone bottle, there was a faint fragrance.

Ji Fan took the stone bottle with his cracked right hand, and his glass-like eyes slowly closed.

Duan Fangqiong may be difficult to detect, but the crack on Ji Fan's right hand, after holding the stone bottle, is spreading extremely weakly.

"Whew!"

Under Duan Fangqiong's gaze, in a short time, Ji Fan's right hand ignited a fine light flame, which quickly poured into the mouth of the stone bottle, and even the stone bottle burned in his hand.

Duan Fangqiong tried his best to control his expression before, but after realizing that Ji Fan had burned the Soul Scattering Pill and the stone bottle, he couldn't hide the horror on his face, and even took a few steps back.

The stone bottle melted like a soldering iron in the flames and was discarded by Ji Fan, and the Soul Scattering Pill in it was burned so that it didn't even come out with smoke.

"You're recovering?"

Duan Fangqiong only felt as if she was about to collapse, and asked Ji Fan tremblingly.

"Although it has not fully recovered, as you said, half a year has passed. Ji Fan's voice was slightly hoarse, and he actually spoke.

Since Duan Fangqiong took Ji Fan, it was the first time to listen to him, and his thoughts and emotions had also been expressed to a certain extent.

"When did you become conscious, and why did it not reveal it until now?" Duan Fangqiong's bad premonition became stronger and stronger.

"I've always been conscious, it's just because of the injury, although you are not very old, but you were kind to me before, I don't mind respecting you and respecting you, but unfortunately in the end you still want to harm me!" Ji Fan's eyes opened a little, and he paid attention to Duan Fangqiong's words.

"Not true. ”

Although Duan Fangqiong was excited, thinking that it didn't take long for Ji Fan to take out the black metal bump, he couldn't help but guess that his recovery time should not be too long.

"Whoosh!"

Facing Ji Fan's gaze, although Duan Fangqiong was flustered, he did not flee the dungeon, but sent out a transmission note with his backhand towards the stone gate of the dungeon.

"Ryo!"

Ji Fan slowly got up from the stone futon, and Duan Fangqiong's hand also carried a purse.

"I don't know where to go. ”

Just as Duan Fangqiong took out two small threaded copper cymbals, Ji Fanmei's heart was quickly bursting with metallic brilliance.

"Bell!"

Duan Fangqiong saw Ji Fan's changes even more nervously, and his hands struck the two copper cymbals, and the sound of the soul violently shook out.

However, when the sound of the cymbals hit Ji Fan like a wave, Duan Fangqiong saw something terrible, and the corners of his eyes twitched and his complexion changed suddenly.

Ji Fan, who was not moved by the sound of the copper cymbals, was a battle armor transformed by the metal Buddha face, without a trace of gaps, just like a metal man.

"In an ordinary place, your cultivation is okay, but in front of me, you are just a minor cultivator who hasn't even come out of the Dawn Realm!" Ji Fan's words brought people a deep feeling, obviously disappointed in Duan Fangqiong.

"Stealing the sky. ”

In Duan Fangqiong's eyes, Ji Fan's figure stepped forward and magnified it, and she didn't even react when she got closer.

I saw Ji Fan's right hand grabbing Duan Fangqiong, as if it contained some kind of Dao intent, like an illusion, grabbing and digging into her body, without causing damage to her body, but digging out a ball of vitality from her body.

Seeing that Ji Fan seemed to have grabbed a ball of crystal light from Duan Fangqiong's body, her body was rapidly withering, and the monks who entered through the stone gate of the underground palace couldn't help but stop suddenly.

"Whew!"

What made people even more frightened was that Ji Fan sent a ball of life breath in Duan Fangqiong's body into the metal mouth, and quickly devoured it.

"Whew!"

I saw Ji Fan's right hand slamming towards the black metal bump, and the dense cracked silk light leaked out of it, flashing towards the monks who rushed into the underground palace.

The filaments not only flashed in the stone gate of the dungeon, but also drilled out of the dungeon, because the cracks were too thin, making it difficult for the naked eye to see.

"Bang! bang!"

Ji Fan walked outside the dungeon and disappeared, and a monk in the dungeon whose body was frozen collapsed and died.

Out of the Panlong Dungeon, the black metal bumps still followed Ji Fan's side, and the filaments that flashed in the middle of the night would tear apart his body once the drill was imprinted on the person's body.

Before Ji Fan made a move, there were already many people outside the Panlong Palace, which made people frightened.

"Enough, what are you doing?"

A faint scolding sound sounded from mid-air, making Ji Fan, who was dressed in metal armor, look up.

Ning Anyuan, who was dressed in a plain robe, stood on top of the clouds and was moved by the tragic situation outside the Panlong Palace.

The metal battle armor converged outside Ji Fan's body, and finally turned into a metal Buddha face, and he stood not far from the Panlong Palace, the dense cracks on his body flickering and darkening.

In a short period of time, the people outside the Panlong Dungeon and the Panlong Hall had already been slaughtered, and everywhere were corpses that were gradually annihilated by the cracked silk threads, and not even a drop of blood was left.

If it weren't for the cracked silk thread, after the corpse was annihilated, it would gradually dissipate between heaven and earth, and there would be no foothold around the Panlong Palace.

If you can find cracked silk threads emitting black metal bumps, you will know the horror of these flickering filaments.

"Xiao Fan!"

Ning Anyuan, who was standing on top of the clouds, didn't realize that something was wrong with Ji Fan until this time.

"You're here, Master. ”

Ji Fan did not lose consciousness, but after Ning Anyuan fell, his voice was very weak.

Ning Anyuan took a deep breath and didn't say anything, there were some things she knew, and some things she knew limitedly.

Without letting Ning Anyuan help, Ji Fan walked back to the underground palace quite slowly, with a sense of personal hardship and sluggishness.

Not only the dark blood guards, but also Taifu Duan Lu, the patrol commander Duan Fangxiao, and the general Duan Fangxiao of the Jinwu Dynasty, were all annihilated inside and outside the underground palace.

The person whose body collapsed was like a brilliant burning brilliance in the night, making the guards in the distance outside the Panlong Hall reflect the light of annihilation.

Ji Fan, who returned to the underground palace, was lying on the tail of a stone carved dragon and kept gasping.

"It's not physical weakness, it's exhaustion caused by concentration. Ning Anyuan looked at Ji Fan, and then at the black metal bump.

Ning Anyuan, who cared about Ji Fan, wanted to step forward, but felt his stubbornness and stopped.

For a long time, Ji Fan, who was sweating, slowly sat down as if he breathed a sigh of relief.

The dungeon fell silent, and Ji Fan's body occasionally had dense cracks, allowing his consciousness to be confused, as if he didn't want to barely support it anymore, but was accumulating his thoughts.

The night of turmoil inside and outside the palace had no effect on the rising sun the next day.

In the early winter morning, the cold wind gusted, and the ministers of the court waited outside the Jingtian Palace, as if they knew something, and whispered to each other.

"The ministers entered the temple to discuss the matter. ”

The door of the Jingtian Hall opened, and the noisy voice of the chief eunuch made the important ministers somewhat surprised.

More than 20 important ministers of the court entered the palace one after another and saw Ji Fan, who was sitting in front of the Shangshou Dragon case in an imperial robe.

"Kneel. ”

Xue Limo, the eunuch close to him, saw many courtiers standing still, so he ordered all the courtiers to salute.

"Long live my emperor, long live. ”

The courtiers knelt down and kowtowed, and saluted in unison.

"Get up. ”

Ji Fan's face would flash mercerized cracks every once in a while, but it was very similar to before.

"It's also cold, and the merchants, wealthy households, courtiers and officials should be able to eat and dress warmly, but I don't know if there is a famine in the territory. Ji Fan, who was sitting on the dragon chair, spoke.

Although the impersonator arranged by Taifu Duan Lu before had already spoken in front of the courtiers, it was completely different from Ji Fan's invisible sense of oppression.

"It was not peaceful in the palace last night, I believe you also learned some movements, the Duan clan disregarded the emperor's grace and rebelled and assassinated, and the first few people have been executed in the Panlong Palace. Ji Fan's eyes looked at the ministers in the main hall, making some people show a look of fear.

"Bai Yi, you are an old minister in the former dynasty, and now you are the head of all the courtiers. Ji Fan looked at the short-bearded old man on the left side of the hall.

"The minister is willing to pay for the country and the people, and pray for peace in the prosperous world. "As a short-bearded old man who is facing the left, he has a decent air when he kneels on the ground.

"In the past, I rarely got involved in court politics, and I didn't know much about the ministers in the court, but now that the dynasty has changed, the dynasty is turbulent, the world is unstable, and many things should also change. Ji Fan said a lot, but in fact, he was only temporarily stabilizing the situation for a day or two.

"My Emperor Shengming. ”

After the short-bearded old man led the prostration, the courtiers also knelt on the ground.

"It's just a passerby!"

Ji Fan didn't understand in his heart what the imperial throne that some people attached great importance to meant to him.

Among the metal female bees, the body of a young woman transformed by beads was not heavy, and it almost didn't make Ji Fan's soul fly away, but they were saved.

At this time, Ji Fan's soul thoughts have been able to contact them with Youyou, and he can even release them, but he has some confidence in self-preservation.

In the half year that the Duan clan pacified the Langtian Dynasty, Ji Fan realized that a little, the dark tide in the cultivation world was also changing.

It's not that the tide of the cultivation world has receded, but the tide is becoming more and more violent, and some strong people are acting extremely fiercely, but everything that is valuable on the surface is precarious.

If Ji Fan hadn't recovered, he wouldn't have been here a long time ago.