"Huh, this feeling?" Zheng Fan closed his eyes, and a trace of mysteries acupuncture acupoints arose.

"The peak of the tenth layer of the Qi Control Realm, the spiritual power of the seventh-layer master of the Transformation Realm, is really terrifying, but what is that?"

Zheng Fan found a very fine drop of black spiritual power liquid in the acupuncture points around his body.

Thinking back to the appearance of Fang Cai's huge long knife, Zheng Fan's heart moved, and he turned into a huge ghost knife with a length of twenty zhang, which was exactly the same as when the ghost knife man cast it, but there was no dead soul on it.

"It turns out that this is what it feels like to transform into a dharma body. Zheng Fan watched himself turn into a huge long knife, with a blade, a blade, and a back. It was as if it were his own body, and with a thought, the long knife slashed towards the cave.

"Boom!" the huge cave was smashed with a knife and turned into bursts of rubble.

"The transformation is really wonderful, but I haven't really reached the transformation realm yet, why can I cast this Dharma Body as I want?" Zheng Fan dispersed the Dharma Body and changed back to his original appearance.

"Could it be that I now have the ability to devour other people's Dharma bodies?" Thinking of this, Zheng Fan's heart couldn't help but be shocked.

What kind of concept is that? Every practitioner has only one Dharma Body. If Zheng Fan's reasoning was correct, then he might have countless Dharma Bodies!

"Find a chance to try again, if that's the case, my strength will improve rapidly. While devouring the Dharma Body, it can also increase its own cultivation. For every strong point, the chance of resurrecting Senior Sister Ruan increases by one point. ”

"From then on, I will never look for immortals again. Everything can only be relied on by yourself!" Zheng Fan came to Ruan Ruoshui's side, hugged her quietly like this, and stared at her affectionately.

Seven days after death, the three souls and seven spirits float out of the body. Zheng Fan waited for seven days in a row, until the last day, and took out the soul bottle from the Qiankun bag.

Open the Dementor Vial and release all the Revenants. There are about a thousand of them, and it seems that most of them were mortals in their lifetime, and a small number of them were cultivators who were not very high in cultivation during their lifetime.

"Hey, they're all miserable people. I crossed you first. After releasing all the ghosts, Zheng Fan recited the death mantra.

As Zheng Fan said word by word, the originally vicious gaze of those dead souls slowly became calm, but then, they sent out a strong look of excitement.

More than a thousand dead souls, under the effect of Zheng Fan's death spell, not only did they not superlive, but one by one the originally dim shadows slowly approached the entity, and knelt on one knee: "See my master!"

"What's going on? The Death Spell has also failed?" Zheng Fan asked the group of dead souls in front of him, "What do you mean by this?"

"I'm going to follow the Demon Lord to the death. More than a thousand revenant souls said in unison, and then they got into Zheng Fan's body together.

Zheng Fan frowned, but he didn't resist, because he knew very well that these revenants couldn't do him any harm. There is even a feeling that these revenants can greatly increase their strength.

Sure enough, at the moment when more than a thousand revenant souls burrowed into Zheng Fan's body, Zheng Fan only felt that his divine sense was more powerful than before, and at this moment, the scope of his divine consciousness had increased to a radius of two thousand miles.

With a movement of his mind, he summoned the Ghost Sword Law Body. The length of the Ghost Sword Law Body has also increased to fifty zhang, and more than a thousand undead souls on it roared wildly, and the power was amazing!

"This power is even several times stronger than when that Ghost Sword Sect disciple used it!"

With a swing of the knife, the sword was mixed with the power of more than a thousand souls, and it went straight to the sky!

He withdrew his Dharma body and came to Ruan Ruoshui's side, and in the operation of his spiritual power, he received Ruan Ruoshui's three souls and seven spirits into the soul bottle. He put the soul bottle into the Qiankun bag and put it away closely.

"Senior sister, wait for me, one day, I will find a way to resurrect you!"

At this moment, outside the immeasurable gods, the golden-robed man's brows were tightly locked, and his expression was solemn.

"This time, in order to find the owner of the Sage Body, I did not hesitate to use the great mana to extend the time that the disciples could stay in the God Realm, at the expense of millions of cultivators, but, how could that uncompetitive guy die so easily?"

He shredded the letter paper in his hand and sighed: "Now that the sage is dead, it is time for this battle to come to an end." ”

The time that can stay in the Immeasurable God Realm is only three months for anyone. As soon as the three months are up, they will be automatically teleported.

But this time, in order to find the owner of the sage body who might be lurking in the sect of the Xiuzhen Alliance, the Xiuzhen Alliance did not hesitate to use great mana to prolong the time that everyone could stay in the god realm.

Most people don't bring enough food. The original plan was for ten years, ten years, without food, even the masters of the Sky Realm would be starved to death!

In the Infinite God Realm, most of them are endless deserts, oceans, mountains, and even trees are very few. If you want to eat the bark, you can't eat it.

In this way, there are definitely a few people who will still be alive after ten years, and among them, there may be owners of the sage body.

But what Xiuzhen Alliance never expected was that the owner of the Sage Body suddenly died.

The statue of the sages of the world collapsed for no reason, and disaster fell from heaven. Nothing could be more convincing, for every time the owner of the sage body dies, it is a sight that arises.

Zheng Fan, who had just put away the Qiankun bag, only felt that the surrounding space was distorted. In the eyes of the devil, the heavens and the earth were spinning, shattered in an instant, and reunited. When I looked at it again, the surroundings were already full of cultivators.

Endless cultivators, at the same moment, appeared on a plain.

In the space of three months, half of the millions of people died! In Zheng Fan's divine consciousness within a radius of 2,000 miles, all of them were people, countless people.

Outside the realm of divine consciousness, I don't know how many.

Zheng Fan also knew in his heart that this was the last moment. It is also the reason why Murong Wentian is determined that as long as he has Zheng Fan, he will definitely be able to advance to the second-rate cultivation sect.

There are many cultivators in the divine realm. But how many of them can really reach the realm of transformation? Very few of them. Zheng Fan has the body of a sage, and if he speaks the law, if a word is spoken, countless disciples with low cultivation will fall.

And everyone will have at least one sword talisman on them.

Suddenly, all of these hundreds of thousands of disciples fell silent. But when he came back to his senses, he let out an earth-shattering roar at the same time.

"Kill! Kill!"

"Where is the disciple of the Sword Sect!" Murong Wentian, holding a long knife that was dripping blood, floating in the air at a height of 10,000 meters. He was followed by a giant serpent with twenty wings.

"Disciple is here!" When the disciples of the Sword Desire Sect saw Murong Wentian in the air, their morale was greatly boosted, and they killed as they walked, and slowly gathered at Murong Wentian's feet.

"Where is the disciple of the Blood Sect!" A very obese old monk, holding a demon-slaying pestle in his hand, also rose to a height of more than 10,000 meters, and with a wave of his arms, countless bald heads also ran towards the monk.

"Where are the disciples of the Ghost Sword Sect!"

"Where are the disciples of the Yin Yang Sect!"

“...”

The masters of the twelve sects all rose into the air. In three months, there was not a single fall.

Think about it, when you reach the volley realm, how can you die so easily? If you can't fight, you can still run.

After arriving in the Sky Realm, who has no means to save their lives? can be defeated, but it is difficult to kill.

Zheng Fan was still wearing the clothes of the Sword Gate, and after thinking about it, he also ran to Murong Wentian. Along the way, all the cultivators who were not long-sighted and dared to make a move on Zheng Fan were all killed by Zheng Fan with his sword in his hand and killed them one by one.

Every cultivator who was killed by the Demon Sword, his whole body cultivation would converge on Zheng Fan's body, just like the man of the Ghost Sword Gate, and in the end, there was not even a single corpse left.

Feeling the body that kept getting stronger, Zheng Fan was also a little intoxicated: "The feeling of this power is really addictive, and it is so easy to obtain." ”

Zheng Fan smiled ghostly, swept his senses, and saw the iron bull.

"Hey, Tie Niu!" Zheng Fan stepped forward and patted Tie Niu's shoulder, more than three months of worry, the despair when Ruan Ruoshui died had been hovering in Zheng Fan's heart.

At this time, when I saw my brother, I couldn't help but feel warm in my heart, he was not alone.

He also has a brother named Iron Bull. There is also a brother named Jiang Wuxian.

Tie Niu was taken aback by this sudden blow, glanced back at Zheng Fan, frowned, and said, "I don't know which senior brother it is? ”

Tie Niu was also a little puzzled, the man in front of him was unfathomable, and he must have been transformed into a realm, but he called himself a brother?

Moreover, people of this strength must have heads and faces in the Sword Desire Gate, and Tie Niu can't even recognize them.

"Even you don't recognize me?" Zheng Fan felt a burst of loss in his heart: "I'm your eldest brother!"

"Zheng, Boss Zheng Fan?" Tie Niu was stunned for a moment, looked Zheng Fan up and down, and then frowned for a while and said: "Don't fight, I can't beat you, in the future, I will ask each brother to give you a steamed bun." ”

Zheng Fan sneered when he heard this: "It's the right code again, right, I don't want your steamed buns, and I don't want to be the boss." ”

Tie Niu grabbed Zheng Fan's shoulders tightly, and said excitedly: "Boss, it's really you! Sure enough, how can the little Immeasurable Divine Realm stump you, but how has your appearance changed?"

"Has your appearance changed?" Zheng Fan asked in amazement, he remembered that he hadn't changed his appearance except for the last time he went back to Qinggu County, how could he suddenly change his appearance?

Saying that, Zheng Fan stared at Tie Niu's eyes, and from Tie Niu's eyes, Zheng Fan saw a man with white skin and a pair of peach blossom eyes.

The man's eyes seemed to have an evil smile all the time, his knife-like cold face, his ruddy lips, and the whole person was very handsome. But this is not Zheng Fan's original appearance.

Although Zheng Fan is not ugly, he is definitely not a handsome guy, that is, he is just an ordinary appearance, but at this moment, he is handsome and weird!