Three years have passed since the peerless battle between Zhang Fan and Linan, and the trees of the Misty Forest have re-flourished, and this place has also become a battlefield relic, and many older descendants who have just stepped into Xiuzhen come here to pay homage to the former sages.

On this night, the spring rain blew, mixed with the slight cold of winter, and the trees of the entire misty forest were covered with a trace of coldness.

Under the night fog, a faint firefly flickered in the depths of the misty forest, and suddenly a strong wind swept away.

The cyan light bloomed, and a faint figure stood there.

The man had black hair like ink, a long robe hunting, and there was nothing in his eyes, no sorrow or joy.

His flesh is like a crystal diamond that shines softly from the inside out.

As soon as the man came out, the cold wind of the entire misty forest seemed to stop at this moment, and the surging power around him was rippling like an ocean, and this power seemed to be uncontrollable, surging in all directions, like a terrifying wave sweeping away, and the branches and leaves of the trees near him were suddenly rolled into powder by the huge heaven and earth vitality.

"It's not how many years have passed this time!"

The man sighed softly and slowly stretched out his palm, his palm seemed to be a flawless piece of jade, through the palm, you could clearly see the interlaced sinuous silver silk threads inside.

The silk thread is like a dragon snake winding, in an instant.

Silver light bloomed on the man's body, from the palms of his hands to his arms, shoulders, chest, head, and limbs.

All the whole body is shining, just like a pure Guanyin Buddha carving, flawless, without defects.

The man just stood there quietly, dissipating the light and returning to the basics!

There is no trace of leakage on his body, just like an ordinary person, but this is it, he seems to be able to step into the void step by step with just relying on this body without any strength, he seems to be this world.

The man raised his right hand slightly, and shook it towards the void, and a crystal clear three-foot Qingfeng suddenly appeared on his right hand, feeling the surging power of the long sword like the Yangtze River and the Yellow River, and he even had an illusion that as long as he swung this sword, he could cut this star in half.

If it weren't for me, I'm afraid you would really be able to break through the realm and become an immortal!"

Zhang Fan sighed leisurely.

This man is Zhang Fan, who has disappeared for three years, but now he has condensed into the third turn of the Nine Turns Refining Body Technique, and his appearance has changed again, the curve of his whole body has become flawless, and his facial features are as delicate as a knife and axe.

Under the long black hair, there is a bit of the smell of dust and immortals.

At that time, when he was faced with the incomparable sword power of the Reverse Dragon Slash, he knew that at that moment he had surpassed the Void Consummation and reached the highest point of the mortal.

Zhang Fan asked himself that even if the cultivator who had completed the tribulation in his previous life faced this sword that almost ended up in the same fate, he had to use the last trace of divine thought power to hide in the Tower of Babel, relying on the strength of the Tower of Babel artifact to resist the power of the reverse dragon slash. However, the moment the Divine Thought Flying Sword slashed Linan, Nanli Sword lost its host soul mark and followed Zhang Fan into the Tower of Babel.

It was the incomparable solidity of the Tower of Babel, and Zhang Fan at that time could clearly feel the earth-destroying power carried by the reverse dragon slash.

"Judging from the way of the sword alone, this third life of Linan has surpassed today's Chen Ruofeng......" Thinking of the undodgable reverse dragon slash at that time, Zhang Fan believed that no one in the world could take this sword.

Although Zhang Fan has an anti-heaven artifact like the Tower of Babel, it still makes him bare his teeth, the Tower of Babel is an external force after all, and it does not belong to a part of himself. After the power of this sword, he once again felt the threat of a low realm, so Zhang Fan simply used the improvement of the realm to directly impact the gods.

As for the situation of Xia Guo and the Zhang family, Zhang Fan is not worried, he knows Li Xinhuan's strength better than him at this moment, when Li Xinhuan returns to the mundane, he will be a void and a complete reality, with Li Xinhuan's temperament, he will never sit idly by when he encounters problems.

And the Zhang family also has Chen Ruofeng in charge, and Zhang Fan is also full of confidence in his brothers in his previous life.

With a decision in his heart, he directly attacked the third turn of the Nine Turns Condensation Body Technique with the help of the aura of the Tower of Babel in one breath, and broke through the Yuan Ying Consummation.

"Although there is enough aura in the Tower of Babel, it's a pity that the speed of time is too outrageous!"

It seems that three ordinary years have passed, but Zhang Fan's real cultivation time is still extremely short, Zhang Fan understands that the Tower of Babel is an artifact, and the plane space-time it forms is different from the nether space-time, and the natural time flow rate is also different.

Moreover, the Tower of Babel is a space of its own, but there is no existence of Hongmeng Heavenly Dao after all.

"Although I have broken through the realm, I still haven't stepped into the god of transformation!"

Zhang Fan's eyes stared into the void, thoughtful.

He felt the huge True Yuan in his body, which was several times more powerful than before, and was already more than ten times more than that of ordinary early stage powerhouses of the Transformation God, and the power was boiling and surging, and it might break through the flesh and explode at any time.

"If there is no immortal body, I am afraid that I would have gone mad and exploded and died. ”

Zhang Fan rebuilt his life, and naturally he was very clear about this: "I have now stepped into the most wonderful realm of monks: Huafan!"

The realm of Huafan is very wonderful, some people have stepped into it, and in the end, the demonic heart is difficult to suppress, and they go crazy and perish.

There are also people who cut the foundation and fall into the Yuan Infant to impact again, but unfortunately they often end in failure, and their lives are stagnant in the Yuan Baby.

The best way is to escape into the red dust, turn the gods into mortals, and experience the red dust.

Zhang Fan slowly closed his eyes, and his thoughts were racing.

In his previous life, he had a rough life, and he was born in Hongchen and never stepped into this wonderful realm.

Returning from this life, although he has an incomparable Dao heart and a heavenly immortal soul, he has not really experienced the experience of red dust after all.

"Well, if you have a peerless sword, even if you have a cause and effect with me, I will go for you!"

Zhang Fan looked at the Nanli Sword in his hand, and after being re-refined by him, this sword had become Zhang Fan's original thing.

Nanli Sword has been condensed by Li Nan for more than 180 years, condensed with the power of heaven and earth in the Zhou Demon World, even mortal iron can be forged into an almost immortal level, not to mention that this sword is also integrated into the soul of Zhou Lao Mo's first life, which is not much better than ordinary fairy swords.

"However, the appearance of this sword has been completely different, since you follow my sword to transform into mortal heart refining, you will be called in the future: heart refining sword. ”

Zhang Fan smiled, his mind locked his heart, and a wisp of divine thought separated and merged into the Tower of Babel, and He Qingqing fell into a deep sleep after entering the Tower of Babel.

Immediately, Zhang Fan found that his divine thoughts had come to a standstill, and he immediately lost his indifference, like a young man in a green shirt who was just starting out to fight the sword rivers and lakes.

"It seems that only the gods can solve it. ”

Zhang Fan faced the shackles of heaven and earth, sneered disdainfully, and pulled out a sword casually!

"Draw the sword!"

Suddenly, a sword shot out in the void, cutting through the forest of nearly a hundred meters, and the powerful sword light was like a dragon's breath, rolling the trees on the entire sword path into powder.

The power of a sword is enough to split mountains and seas.

And this sword drawing technique Zhang Fan did not use a trace of true yuan at all, purely relying on the strength of the immortal body and the sword power of the heart refining sword to pull out the sword.

(End of chapter)