This time, Zhou Yan lay on this cold land for thirty-six days before he fully recovered from his injuries.

After recovering from his injury, Zhou Yan clearly felt that the chip in his body seemed to have evolved in terms of the powerful recovery ability, and the chip seemed to have become more powerful.

At the same time, Zhou Yan felt that his imperial blood had changed from sixty-six to sixty-nine changes.

Zhou Yan was certainly a little happy to achieve this kind of journey, but such a powerful life and death grind also made him a little unbearable.

But there's no doubt that it's a very remarkable place, a great place to fight, and a very rare opportunity.

Although the battle is extremely miserable and painful every time, as long as you can persevere, the progress you can make is unimaginable.

After Zhou Yan stood up again, he looked around, and what he saw was still a dense collection of dried corpses and endless statues, and there was no difference in this ancient warship.

No matter how violent the battle is, it can't impact the dried corpse, nor can it shake the statue, and there is no ripple in the space here.

It's like in a captive world, where the barriers of the world themselves are rules that transcend and cannot be violated.

Zhou Yan stood in this heaven and earth, facing the endless dried corpses and statues, he had an incomparably small feeling.

Because any dried corpse can form a statue body at will, no matter whose bloodline it is, as long as it is a wisp of life blood with divinity, the statue can be activated.

After activation, it will show a powerful talent according to the appearance of the statue and the projection of the will in the heart.

Compared with the sinister living environment, it seems that the talent projected and reproduced by this statue is more powerful, more rebellious, and more simple and relaxed.

Zhou Yan pondered and couldn't help but be a little stunned.

After a long time, he sighed lightly, and without hesitation, he took out a statue again, and subconsciously began to engrave it.

This time, when Zhou Yan began to use the sword to engrave, he thought of one thing--why was it Zhou Ying when Zhou Ying was engraved, and Hongyu Qiao was engraved when Hongyu Qiao was engraved, and their corresponding abilities belonged to themselves?

Zhou Yan pondered, and he engraved a statue of Zhou Wangchen again.

Subsequently, Zhou Yan did not order the last sword, but placed it with another mottled statue with qi and blood, and at the same time, when the qi and blood were fused, Zhou Yan thought of the supreme way that his father had cultivated-Taishang Forgetful Sword Dao.

In this contemplation, Zhou Yan put this idea of the Tao into the statue.

Soon, this kind of Dao showed a trace, and the two statues were combined in qi and blood, and suddenly a phantus flew out, grabbing a dried corpse, forming a middle-aged man in black robes and holding the Heavenly Evil Sword.

The man stood indifferently in the void, looking at Zhou Yan with a calm and complicated gaze, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were so profound, as if all the sorrows and misfortunes in his life were stored.

That kind of look, that kind of indifferent and vicissitudes of temperament, and that kind of light and uninhibited charm, all gave Zhou Yan a strong sense of impact.

Zhou Yan's heart had an inexplicable trembling sensation, and he couldn't believe that this person was a statue.

If he saw it in the outside world, Zhou Yan would definitely kneel down and bow, extremely respectful, and he was very sure that this was his father Zhou Wangchen.

But at this time, this person was concocted by his Zhou Yan himself, how could it be real?

"Yan'er, I said goodbye back then, but I didn't want to, like today, people are separated forever. Now, I am glad that you can resurrect me with your thoughts. ”

This week, Wangchen sighed softly, and his voice was vicissitudes and sighs.

Zhou Yan was shocked, and his eyes showed an incredible color.

"Kindness is like water, and now you have chosen the Ruoshui Sutra, its connotation is actually not much different from my Taishang Forgetful Sword Dao. After all, our father and son have embarked on the same path. Is this luck, or misfortune and sorrow?"

Zhou Wangchen continued to speak.

The demeanor, tone, and all the rest of the world, without a single flaw, are the same as real people.

Zhou Yan only felt a little chill all over his body, this statue body was too terrifying.

Zhou Yan thought in his heart, but Zhou Wangchen said bitterly: "I am your father Zhou Wangchen, this point, it can't be fake, it's true, it can't be fake." However, I appeared this time only to confirm with you the cultivation of the highest path. Today, only the winner will survive, so go all out, and I will not show mercy. ”

Zhou Wangchen said again.

Zhou Yan's eyes froze, and then without saying a word, he immediately cast a lore to the Dao.

But the horror of Taishang's forgetful sword path has been presented in an instant.

Too forgetful is to cut off a qiē emotion.

If a cold and ruthless person loses the sense of the six senses, then he is very terrible in terms of concentration.

Zhou Wangchen's Taishang Forgetfulness Rule Sword Dao was killed with one move, and Zhou Yan's heart was immediately struck by lightning, and he was sour and numb, and at the same time, all kinds of negative feelings and chaotic scenes were presented in his mind, and he couldn't calm down at all.

It's an incomparably terrifying way that makes people distracted and unable to focus on fighting.

In such a battle, if you can't focus, you're bound to lose.

Moreover, after every progress in strength, the carved statue will definitely be stronger than his own strength.

Zhou Yan began to fight hard again.

Under the near death and resurrection again and again, the chaos in Zhou Yan's heart gradually disappeared, and he gradually focused on this kind of supreme path.

Soon, Zhou Yan began to gain a certain upper hand, but Zhou Wangchen also seemed to be getting stronger and stronger, and once again formed a kind of suppression.

This battle is the same incomparably fierce, the same battle is incomparably crazy, and the time of this battle is as long as thirty-two days!

At the last moment of the battle, Zhou Wangchen used a peerless killing machine, but at the moment when he was about to kill Zhou Yan, he stopped.

Subsequently, Zhou Wangchen's move killed him.

In front of Zhou Yan, Zhou Wangchen chose to commit suicide at the last moment when he wanted to win.

Zhou Yan was already in a near-death state, and the blood and light all over his body were extremely dim, but when he saw this scene, his heart still suffered a violent impact!

Is this false? or is it true?

Zhou Yan was a little indistinguishable.

He suddenly thought of a terrible question: where did people come from in the first place?

Zhou Yan was trembling and trembling all over, but he couldn't stop anything.

He suddenly hated himself, hated that he had poured something unknown into the carving.

Perhaps, just carving a simple figure is more suitable for combat.

Zhou Yan thought in his heart, but the heaviness of his body made him fall directly to the ground.

The blood flowed, but within the confinement formation set up by Zhou Yan, it would not overflow to the outside and contaminate the rest of the dried corpses or statues.

And this battle, obviously, was lost again.

Zhou Yan was lying on the ground, and people were like being rippled by a circle of ripples, reincarnating between heaven and earth.

It was an amazing feeling and a near-death experience.

Indescribable, but poignant.

What is the purpose of such life and death?

When he saw the scene where Zhou Wangchen gave up killing him Zhou Yan and committed suicide, the deep pain in Zhou Yan's heart seemed to be touched in one fell swoop, and even pierced by a sword, which was extremely realistic and 'naked'.

Zhou Yan lay on the ground, not thinking about anything, he suddenly felt very tired, and even thought, just close his eyes and leave forever.

But, at this point, how can you give up?

Sometimes, being alive is more painful than dying.

Because death is liberation, and to live is no longer to live for yourself.

Lying on the ground, Ruyu's flying sword continued to release unknown mysterious warm energy to repair the divine body and soul, and the chip released a stronger energy repair.

This time, in only ten days, Zhou Yan recovered to the peak.

After the restoration, the emperor's blood naturally reached the point of seventy-one changes.

From the promotion of three changes, it has become two changes.

Obviously, the transformation of the bloodline is getting more and more difficult.

But it's also obvious that the benefits of fighting Zhou Wangchen are actually a little more than the benefits of fighting Hongyu Qiao.

Zhou Yan sighed abruptly, then stood up, took out the Silence Cold Iron again, and engraved it.

This time, Zhou Yan engraved a statue of himself.

However, the moment his own statue was completed, it was directly and suddenly shattered without the stroke of the eye.

Zhou Yan tried again, but the statue was still shattered again.

Zhou Yan casually chose Jiang Wannian's appearance, carved a statue, and then dripped his own blood on it, just like the first time he engraved his father Zhou Wangchen.

This time, after Jiang Wannian appeared, he immediately grabbed the dried corpse and integrated it into the divine body, and then presented a powerful killing path.

It is also a complete copy of almost all of Zhou Yan's Dao.

It's also cold and extremely hateful.

It is exactly the same as the first statue Zhou Wangchen.

Zhou Yan fought hard for more than ten days and killed this statue Jiang Wannian, which was equivalent to defeating himself again.

This time, Zhou Yan's injury was not particularly strict, and after lying down for three days, he recovered, and after recovering his blood, the emperor's blood transformed into a layer, reaching the level of eighty-nine-seventy-two changes.

At this moment, Zhou Yan began to analyze and summarize, and he determined one thing.

No matter who he engraves with his own statue, once it drops into his own essence and blood, then this person's ability must be the same as his Zhou Yan.

And if the statue is fused with the statue on the ancient warship, and the two are fused with his own bloodline, and then the dried corpse is absorbed, then as long as this person is saved, he will definitely be copied with various abilities that correspond to the surprising.

If you even pour out your emotions when carving, then this person can be completely resurrected and become an extremely 'real' replica!

It's like the second Zhou Wangchen, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes and made it with his own hands, if he encountered it anywhere else, Zhou Yan would definitely feel that this must be his father, and there was no possibility of fraud!

But in reality?

This kind of clone is extremely terrifying.

Based on these, Zhou Yan suddenly thought of the partially overlapping monks of the Burial Sword Ancestral Star and the Dark God Domain, and all of their aspects seemed to coincide with the current inference.

This is undoubtedly very frightening.

Zhou Yan didn't even dare to think too deeply, because if this kind of result could really coincide or even be related to the statue here, then it would be an unimaginable disaster.

Who would have thought that accompanying their relatives and friends, or their beloved fairies, would essentially be a dried corpse?