It's like a bowl of water, and if you drop a drop of ink into it, it may not have much impact.

But if you put ten drops of ink into it, or even more, the impact is huge.

At best, the momentum will collapse, and at worst, it will no longer be able to gather momentum.

And now Nangong Xuan's situation is a bit similar to this.

But fortunately, Nangong Xuan has reached the stage of transforming into a spirit, and he has comprehended two potentials, which also makes his potential extraordinarily condensed.

Therefore, although these distracting thoughts invaded his potential, they could not help him for a while.

With a cup of tea, Nangong Xuan finally crossed the blood river with the black python.

Speaking of which, I'm afraid that no one would think of crossing the blood river in this way, after all, not everyone can comprehend the potential to the point of turning into a spirit.

Jumping off the head of the black python, Nangong Xuan found a clean place and began to refine these distracting thoughts that had invaded the potential.

Although this kind of thing can't affect him for the time being, it's not very good in his body all the time.

After about an hour, Nangong Xuan slowly opened his eyes and refined the distracting thoughts in the potential, and the whole person felt a lot refreshed.

After discerning the direction, Nangong Xuan set off again.

After a while, he came to a swamp, and on the opposite side of the swamp, a ruined blue hall could be seen embedded in the mountains.

This cyan hall was more dilapidated than anything Nangong Xuan had ever seen, and the surface was covered with moss.

Just cross this swamp and you'll be able to enter it.

Nangong Xuan looked at the swamp in front of him, his brows furrowed, the environment here was even worse than the Blood River.

Not only does it emit a strong foul smell, but the surface is constantly bubbling.

Always relying on the black python to pass, Nangong Xuan didn't want to do it.

For no other reason, it's disgusting.

The target is close at hand, and Nangong Xuan is not in a hurry.

He walked around the swamp, trying to see if there was any way around it.

After walking for a while, Nangong Xuan found that there were some dead tree trunks on the swamp here.

Looks like you can get past here.

The dead tree trunks didn't fall into the swamp, so there should be no confinement here.

Not at ease, Nangong Xuan picked up another stone and threw it hard.

Sure enough, this time the stone was not sucked into the swamp, but easily landed on the opposite side.

Nangong Xuan's eyes glowed with lilac light again, and then he activated his source qi, and with the help of the dead tree trunk, he jumped a few times and quickly came to the opposite side.

Fortunately, there is no imprisonment of the previous blood river here, otherwise, it would be really difficult to do.

Stabilizing his figure, Nangong Xuan went straight to the cyan hall.

As Nangong Xuan walked, he asked the illusory old man, "Old ghost, are you sure you feel right, that holy card fragment is still here?"

The illusory old man said with great certainty: "It can't be wrong."

Hearing the old man's words, the corners of Nangong Xuan's mouth rose, revealing a smile.

That's right, don't run for nothing, it will be worth the loss.

Soon, Nangong Xuan came to the foot of the mountain, and the cyan hall was inlaid in the middle of the mountain.

Although the location is awkward, this is nothing to Nangong Xuan.

I saw Nangong Xuan's body squatting, and then he used his strength violently, and his body jumped up and came to the steps of the door of the cyan hall.

Without thinking much about it, Nangong Xuan pushed the door and entered.

Different from the previous halls, this cyan hall actually has another world, there is a long corridor on the left hand side, it seems that in the depths of the long corridor, there should be rooms.

Unlike several other halls, there is only a bare hall.

The fragments of the Holy Plate also glowed with a faint light at this moment, and automatically flew into the depths.

Nangong Xuan walked down the corridor and walked inside.

As he continued to go deeper, Nangong Xuan found that the corridor gradually disappeared and was replaced by a tunnel.

It didn't take long for a set of stone steps to appear ahead.

Walking down, there is an empty secret room.

Under the guidance of the Holy Tablet Fragment, Nangong Xuan came to the central position, where he saw a Holy Tablet Fragment suspended in mid-air.

Unlike the previous fragments, this fragment was engraved with the word king.

Nangong Xuan asked puzzledly: "Old ghost, how can there be words on this?"

"The holy tablet itself has words, but this fragment is exactly the part where the words are engraved."

Nangong Xuan asked again: "How many words are there on the holy tablet, and what is written?"

The old man did not hide: "There are only two words, the king of people."

Nangong Xuan was stunned: "The king of people?"

"What is the King of Men? Status or title? ”

He had never heard of the King of Men.

The old man's gaze fell on the fragment of the holy tablet, and his gaze was complicated: "The human king represents the leader of the human race."

Nangong Xuan was thoughtful, and then stretched out his hand to take off the fragment of the holy card.

And at this moment, a black shadow flashed, directly snatching the fragment of the holy card.

Nangong Xuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked coldly at the young figure that suddenly appeared in front of him.

In front of him was a young man, dressed in a purple robe, tall and tall.

What is a little different is that the young man in front of him actually has red hair, blue eyes, and mysterious lines at the center of his eyebrows.

It also gave Nangong Xuan a sense of danger, and this feeling was the first time he had appeared since he inherited the burial coffin.

But think about it, the other party was able to evade his own perception, appeared unnoticed, and also snatched the holy card fragment, which is enough to show that the other party is not simple.

When Nangong Xuan was looking at the other party, the other party was also looking at Nangong Xuan.

The illusory old man suddenly spoke, gritting his teeth and looking at the young man: "Divine Veiner!"

Maybe it's because of the mood swings, so that the surface of the old man's body flickers and darkens.

The young man glanced at the illusory old man playfully: "Hehe, guardian spirit, is this the heir you have chosen?"

He had noticed the old man just now, but he just ignored him.

The Guardian Spirit sounds noble, but it doesn't really work.

Nangong Xuan asked with a blank expression, "What is a Divine Veiner?"

Originally, he was curious about the strange appearance of the young man, but he didn't expect this old ghost to tell the identity of the other party in one word.

The illusory old man said with hatred: "The Divine Veiners are also human races, but the way they cultivate is completely different from ours."

"What they cultivate is the totem brand, and they imprint the totem into their blood, thereby enhancing their combat effectiveness, so they call themselves the Divine Veiners."

"Totem branding?" Hearing this novel word, Nangong Xuan was stunned.

The young man looked at Nangong Xuan with a sneer: "Ignorant ants, you won't know the power of the Divine Vein."

Nangong Xuanpi glanced at the young man with a smile: "After taking my things, you dare to be so arrogant."

"Who gave you courage!"

Nangong Xuan's eyes glowed with a lilac light, and he shot directly at the young man.

"Burial!"