"Hui Lao Zu is a kind of energy that contains huge vitality, and we all feel that it is an extremely amazing genius treasure." Fang Hatian said quickly, his eyes looking at the west.

The green light was still shining through the sky at this time, like a mountain peak that reached the sky, and half of the sky was illuminated.

Immediately, he and the Extreme Fire Ancestor in the Flame looked at each other and passed on the sight to him.

A moment later, the flame shattered.

This divine thought of the Extreme Fire Sect Ancestor was just a divine thought that had already emanated, although it was possible to talk to the three of them, but they couldn't see the scene in front of them at all.

When he sent out this divine thought, he had not yet seen the scene in the snowy mountains at this time.

And now, he sees it.

In the depths of the volcano in the depths of the Extreme Fire Sect, the Extreme Fire Ancestor Fang Wuji jumped up, and the whole person was like a phantom, penetrating the volcano without any shackles, and galloping towards the west.

The first time he saw that sight, he was completely sure that it was a plough comb!

It is recorded in the classics that tens of millions of years ago, the most powerful weapon in the hands of the goddess of the Snow Mountain!

Fang Wuji's heart was hot, and small sparks appeared in his excited eyes.

The Plough Sky Comb was born again, this is definitely a news that is enough to make all the martial saints in the Blood Moon Continent tempted, you must know that tens of millions of years ago, the Snow Mountain Goddess relied on this Plough Sky Comb, which can be said to have made a name for herself.

Moreover, at this time, Fang Wuji was not worried about danger at all.

He was 100% sure in his heart that the goddess of the Snow Mountain had either died, or her cultivation had suffered a great loss, and she was not the earth-shattering powerhouse she had before.

The reason for this is because of the mystery of the Martial Saint.

On this Blood Moon Continent, there are a total of thirteen Martial Saints at this time, this number is doomed, if you want to have a new Martial Saint, unless there is an old Martial Saint falls.

Moreover, when every strong person achieves a martial saint, there will be a vision between heaven and earth, and the blood moon is in the sky, three days and three nights, and there is no exception.

And when every martial saint died, it was a rain of blood from the sky, three days and three nights.

When the goddess of the Snow Mountain fell, there was a rain of blood between heaven and earth, which was clearly recorded in the notes of the sect masters of the Extreme Fire Sect, and there was absolutely no falsehood.

Therefore, at this time, Fang Wuji could be 100% sure that the Snow Mountain Goddess at this time was definitely not a Martial Saint.

Even if she was lucky enough to survive, she was just an outdated martial saint, and her cultivation was a big loss.

In fact, there have been such cases in the Blood Moon Continent.

A martial saint chose to blow himself up as a last resort, and retained a little of his true spirit, reborn in the body of a baby, and came back to life.

Later, with the experience of his previous life and the many treasures he left behind, he also cultivated to the point of a half-step martial saint, but the last step was that he couldn't step forward.

Without the fall of the old Martial Saint, the new Martial Saint cannot be born at all, this is the supreme principle on the Blood Moon Continent.

The fall and birth of every martial saint are accompanied by quite cruel bloody rain, and there is a strong element of luck.

……

The Extreme Fire Ancestor Fang flew at a rapid speed, like a meteor, galloping in the sky.

And at this time, in the area of the Immortal Heaven, in a bright green meadow, a young man in white who looked up at the sky opened his eyes leisurely.

This young man is extremely handsome, wearing a white shirt without a trace of dust, walking on the street, he is definitely an existence that can make the big girl and the little daughter-in-law scream.

The center of his eyebrows has an extremely light vertical line, like a third eye.

Suddenly, the third eye in the center of the eyebrows opened, shooting out a deep light, and in an instant, it traveled a long distance, as if it wanted to penetrate time and space.

From a long distance, the boy saw the pillar of green light.

"Snow Mountain Goddess? Plough comb? ”

With an inexplicable smile on the corner of his mouth, he jumped up, turned into a breeze, and soared into the sky.

……

To the south of Changshengtian, there is a city with extremely strong folk customs, and even the tall city walls are made of white bones, which looks extremely hideous and terrifying.

In the whole city, the streets were deserted and the gates were closed, but in the center of the city, there were ninety-nine tall rings.

The ring is nearly ten zhang high, and on each ring, there are two people fighting, perhaps witnessing the perennial fighting, and even the ring made of bluestone is dyed purple red with stained blood.

This is Sin City, the bloodiest and darkest city in the entire Blood Moon Continent.

It is a paradise for the strong, but a hell for the weak.

But there are countless people who flock to it, for no other reason, just because here, as long as your fists are hard enough and your strength is strong enough, you can have everything you want.

After countless years of accumulation and fighting, those who can survive in Sin City are all well-deserved strong men, even if they can't do anything else, they definitely have high attainments in saving their lives.

In the center of the city, there is also a huge mansion.

Seven big characters on the door of the mansion, kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!

Every word is written in blood, solidified, and at a glance, it makes people feel a murderous aura rushing to their faces.

And in this mansion, there are no pavilions, no wind and snow, and some, just a pool of blood.

A lake of blood, to be exact.

The territory with a radius of nearly 100 zhang is all made of blood, and I don't know how many people Lu Dao has killed.

At the bottom of the pool of blood, there was a man with a body of less than five feet, only half the height of a normal adult, with thin arms and legs, like a stunted ten-year-old boy.

He's a dwarf!

This dwarf slowly opened his eyes.

With a thud, he leapt from the bloody water.

Standing above the Blood Lake, he looked up in the northwest direction, as if sensing something, and grinned, revealing his white teeth.

A moment later, he opened his big mouth and sucked it, and the blood in the entire blood lake was quickly sucked into his mouth at an extremely terrifying speed.

In less than a dozen hours, the blood lake had completely dried up, and the bottom was visible.

Satisfied, the dwarf flew into the air, turning into a blood-red glow and speeding towards the northwest.

……

At this time, Su Han was falling into the most difficult moment.

His battle with the blood coffin had reached its peak, even though the red light of the blood coffin had been oppressed to the extreme, but it was incomparably condensed, turning into a fist-sized ball, and it could no longer be damaged in the slightest.

Even if Su Han boosted Xiao Ding's energy to the extreme, he couldn't damage it at all.

Su Han sighed slightly in his heart.

The power of this kind of magic skill is really too great, if she is in the immortal realm at this time, even if it is the Tribulation Realm, she can rely on her strong spiritual power to crush her to death.

However, at this time, he is just Jin Dan.

To achieve such a brilliant result is already quite good.

The first is to rely on the humane power that Xiao Ding has, the second is to rely on the support of almost endless immortal stones, and the third is to make a decision immediately and draw this Great Dao Demon Talisman with all his might.

Su Han also knew in his heart that at this time, Ning Hongluan only had a tiny remnant soul left, and with his own strength, it was impossible to completely refine this remnant soul.

However, after experiencing this seemingly uneventful but actually extremely thrilling battle, Ning Honglian wanted to pose another threat to herself, which was already an almost impossible task.

Although her strength is still there, her soul is worn out, and even if she can barely be revived, most of her memories and divine thoughts will disappear.

Moreover, this disappearance is permanent and simply cannot be recovered.

Even if she was reborn by snatching up and having a new life again, she couldn't remember what happened before, and she was completely equivalent to another person.

Thinking of this, Su Han's heart suddenly brightened.

He is not a perfectionist, and now that he has achieved all his goals, there is nothing to regret even if he leaves this little tail.

On the contrary, it was Ning Honglian at this time, although her divine soul was refined, but the most essential energy she had collected by cultivating her magic skills still existed, and once her oppression disappeared, it was estimated that she would become a madman who only knew how to kill.

However, this madman also has a strong force.

Come to think of it, it's enough for the powerhouses of the Blood Moon Continent to have a headache.

Gritting his teeth, Su Han suddenly made a decision, since he can't refine you, then Lao Tzu will seal you, at least, it can make you silent for a while.

With a thought in his mind, Su Han quickly took action.

Lifting the only remaining spiritual power in his body, Su Han took out ninety-nine immortal stones, and in an esoteric and orderly way, he quickly smashed into the blood coffin, forming a perfect energy shield and completely enveloping the blood coffin in it.

After doing this, Su Han completely put his mind at ease, took Xiao Ding, and walked towards the other side.

There, lying quietly, was a comb.

The palm-length comb, the whole body is turquoise, as if it is carved from the best jadeite, and the five comb teeth, like the five fingers of a person, contain strong vitality and vitality.

Su Han picked it up.

This is the ploughing comb, the most powerful treasure in the hands of Ning Hongluan in the past, the supreme treasure of the ancient Hehuan Sect.

Su Han rubbed it quietly, feeling a trace of the vicissitudes of history, and even more joyful from the heart.

Acacia.

Acacia.

When Su Han was in the fairy world, he had heard that the Hehuan Sect was the happiest and most peaceful sect in ancient times, this sect was composed of a happy couple, and the criteria for recruiting disciples in the Hehuan Sect were also very different from ordinary sects.

They only admit husbands and wives, and the most loyal and pure couples in their feelings, regardless of their qualifications or cultivation.

Qualifications can be made up by resources, and cultivation can be guided by the strong, and this kind of heart is the most valuable.

It is said that the reason why this treasure was made into the shape of a comb is because the male sect leader of the Hehuan Sect combs his wife's hair every morning.

Such a story, Su Han feels romantic when he thinks about it.

For a Xiaoyao Immortal, if he could, he would definitely join the Hehuan Sect without hesitation, but Su Han didn't expect that the inheritance of this sect would actually fall into the hands of Ning Hongluan.

And now......

Su Han grinned, grabbed the comb, and sent out Xiao Ding's golden light, and under Xiao Ding's suppression, he quickly drove away the mark that originally belonged to Ning Hongluan in the comb.

"It's mine."