After a long battle, Jiang Fan's strength had improved to the sixth rank and seventh rank.

Although the hell is full of blood, the Lingqi is also extremely sufficient, hundreds of times that of the outside world, Jiang Fan estimates that this is the level at the end of the ancient Lingqi era.

"There are still three small ...... before becoming an emperor"

Jiang Fan looked up into the distance.

"I don't have any concept of time here, I don't know how long the fight has been, and what the outside world is like."

"Forget it, kill all the way, and everything will be known."

Carrying the Xuanyuan sword, Jiang Fan strode over.

A year and a half after the ninth layer of hell.

Central Altar.

In addition to Jiang Fan's eight people, there were four people present, namely Wu Huo'er, Zhang Kaitian, Yang Feng, and Wen Yun.

The other four, according to the messenger, had been spilled with blood in hell, and their bones were gone.

The three who inherited the position of the four marshals of the Heavenly Court fell in the bloody wind and rain of hell, leaving only the wreckage of Guan Yunfei's communicator.

After paying tribute to their comrades-in-arms, the four did not leave immediately, but waited for Jiang Fan's arrival.

Asked about the news of the messenger Jiang Fan, and the messenger was silent.

Then it's alive!

Still heading here!

Under the altar, Yue Fei's envoys were talking in a low voice.

"No," Yue Fei frowned, "I checked Jiang Fan's trajectory and found that from the first layer to the ninth layer, he would encounter more than twice as many fierce beasts as others, and it seemed that the fierce beasts were moving closer to him. ”

"I'm weird too." Guo Ziyi said, "The other people are normal......

The discussion went on for a long time, until Wei Qing said that.

"The sword that Jiang Fan is carrying, haven't you noticed anything?"

"Nope." Several people shook their heads.

"That sword, I seem to have seen it, but what I saw before I was alive should be a fake," Wei Qing said, "At that time, there were nine peerless weapons in the Great Han Inner Library, and the sword in the center was called Xuanyuan!" ”

"Xuanyuan Sword?!" Several people were shocked.

Regulus!

Its representative is the recognized ancestor of humanity in Kyushu - the Yellow Emperor!

In ancient times, it was recognized by innate gods such as Pangu Nuwa Fuxi, and succeeded to the throne of the king, the head of the five emperors.

This name, to this day, several people can still feel a trace of palpitations.

Because in the vast stars, this person is still alive!

He has already ascended on a dragon, canonized as a god in heaven and earth, and is believed by all ages.

"Xuanyuan Sword...... When the ancestors of the Yellow Emperor ascended, they didn't take it away? ”

"Why?"

"I don't know," Wei Qing said, "In my time, the records of ancient times were already a little vague, but I only remember that before the Yellow Emperor ascended, he seemed to have seen the ancestor of Fuxi." ”

"Fuxi Ancestor creates gossip, is good at divination, and spies on heavenly opportunities, is this deliberately left?"

"What the ancestors thought, how can we guess?" Yue Fei shook his head as he spoke, "But one thing is for sure, if it was really the Xuanyuan Sword, Jiang Fan was the only one of the nine people who held such a divine martial art. ”

"That's the number of lives!" Guo Ziyi said, "The sky will descend on the people!" ”

......

"Sixth-Order Nine-Rank ......" Jiang Fan felt the surging Lingqi in his body, and frowned slightly, "How can I become an emperor?" ”

By this time he was standing on the top of a giant tree, and he had already seen the outline of the altar at the end of the earth.

"No, I haven't reached the seventh order emperor level yet, so when I go out like this, where can I find this kind of sharpening place full of powerful beasts?"

Jiang Fan suddenly turned around.

"When I passed by a few days ago, there seemed to be fluctuations of demigods there...... Maybe it's a bit of a coincidence. ”

The ninth level of hell.

in the cave.

The blue-faced dragon was coiled in it, it had just broken through to an eighth-order demigod, and it was cultivating, but it didn't know that the sky suddenly came to a bunch of messengers, and it was so frightened that it hurriedly made a hole and drilled in, in order to avoid those plague gods.

Every fierce beast that breaks through into a demigod will be "visited" by the envoy, and some who have strong divine power will be wiped out on the spot, and only those who have weak divine power will have a chance to survive, it is said that this is the judgment of the envoy that it will never be able to become a ninth-order ancient god.

The blue-faced dragon didn't know what his divine power was, because the point was not what he felt, but what the group of messengers felt!

"I have been dormant in hell for tens of thousands of years, and finally became an eighth-order demigod, mastered the eighth-order divine power, and is expected to become a dragon, if I die at this time, wouldn't it be a pity!" The blue-faced Jiaolong pondered, "Wait until I endure for thousands of years, become a ninth-order ancient god, and turn Jiao into a dragon!" We must break through this cage and slaughter all the damned Terrans to avenge our captivity! ”

Of course, this was the blue-faced dragon's own thoughts, and the truth was that when the messengers appeared on the ninth layer in groups, it shrank underground without daring to take a breath, almost entering a state of hibernation.

The only time it was abnormal was a few days ago, when it suddenly felt an extremely terrifying aura, and peeked at it, and found that it was a Terran in a beast skin cloak, holding a handful of ...... A sword that makes its soul tremble!

If you can kill this person, you can take the sword...... Perhaps, you will find a chance to get out of here?

That man was too weak to exert the power of that sword!

But then it was afraid of the messengers, and hastened to accept the idea.

Bear with me!

The blue-faced dragon was half-asleep, but it soon heard a strange sound, like the sound of shoveling.

"What's going on?"

The blue-faced dragon didn't dare to let go of the divine mind to investigate, raised his head, and looked at the entrance of the cave.

The next moment, a savage's face appeared there.

The two sides looked at each other for a second, and the blue-faced dragon recognized that this was the Terran boy who had lost the sword that day.

The wild man looked surprised, and as if he had seen his prey, he raised his sword.

The blue-faced dragon was stunned.

If I don't feel wrong, this guy is a sixth-order.

Am I not an eighth-order demigod?

Why did a sixth-order Terran take the initiative to cut me?

Without waiting for the green-faced dragon to react, Jiang Fan killed him.

A bloody battle inevitably broke out.

On the altar, the messenger and Wu Huo'er and others all noticed it and watched from afar.

"That's ...... General Jiang Fan! ”

He ...... He's fighting demigods!? ”

Yue Fei's eyes widened: "This kid, don't you want to die?" ”

Guo Ziyi stared at the situation: "No, he is actually on par with the blue-faced dragon!" ”

Thundered!

A thunderstorm enveloped the area, and the blue-faced dragon rolled wildly, sometimes flying into the sky and sometimes into the ground.

But there was always a small Terran figure, accompanied by tarsal bones.

"Not good, dangerous!" Someone exclaimed.

"It's okay, Jiang Fan dodged!"

"It's not good, it's dangerous again!?"

"-Fortunately, Jiang Fan's Fuxi swordsmanship is good!"

"It's not good, the blue-faced dragon is completely angry, ignoring our existence, and is going to exert all its strength!"

"Jiang Fan, does he still have Lingqi?"

Guo Ziyi stroked his beard, his eyes were sharp, and he said slowly: "Heaven and earth Lingqi are all rushing towards Jiang Fan, he is about to break through!" ”