In the past few years, after several major battles, both sides have lost a lot of backbones, and even the Yuanying Monk has fallen a lot. Just as the Autumn Dream Sect had lost dozens of Yuanying Cultivators in a row, the pressure increased sharply.

But after all, the Qiumeng Sect is a supreme sect, and somehow, there are many more Yuanying monks who have never seen it before to participate in the battle.

These Yuanying monks and monks are all thin old men with white hair, but each of them has the realm of the Great Perfection in the late Yuanying period, and a few of them are half-step gods of the terrifying realm!

The hundred sects in the west have already been in chaos, and for four years, the group of sects is fighting, today you beat me, tomorrow it will be me to fight him......

In the entire western part of Yunmeng Daze, there was no Pure Land for a long time, and the Blood Spirit Sect only hurriedly went to the battlefield after a short rest.

After a period of rest, the Blood Spirit Sect really came by surprise, and gradually showed its prominence in the war with a new look, and a talented Tianjiao disciple began to gradually be known by other sects.

This strange battle that started for some reason in many sects has removed some of the moths in these sects, although it is inevitable that some genius disciples will be lost, but within the acceptable range, after this strange war baptism, the monks under him are all good hands who have come out of the war in blood!

A year later, Chen Fan finally opened his eyes, flicked the dust off his body, and his eyes gradually became clearer.

"Is it enough to practice ten layers of qi!" Chen Fan smiled bitterly and muttered a few words in a low voice, several times when he was born and died, he always felt that there were two streams of heat flowing in his body, combing his muscles and veins little by little.

Although he was unconscious, he could not forget the strange feeling.

Chen Fan simply cleaned up and walked out of the cave, he didn't know how long it had passed, so he had to inquire.

Although Chen Fan has been in a coma for about five years, he came to the main hall very easily and wanted to ask Song Qian.

"This senior brother, Lord Boss has already gone to the Donglin front line a month ago, and he is not at the Blood Head Peak, and it is estimated that it will take about two months to come back. The gatekeeper looked at Chen Fan with a strange expression, and his tone was a little flat.

After all, a disciple who is the same as him is a disciple who cultivates qi, how can He De dare to go to the high master alone, the goddess in the hearts of all the male cultivators of the Blood Head Peak!

"Thank you. Chen Fan smiled bitterly, knowing that he looked down on his cultivation at this time, but what could he do?

Chen Fan pondered for a while, and then spoke again: "I just came out of retreat, I don't know what's going on outside?"

"The war has been fought for seven years, countless monks have fallen in the Donglin Mountain Range, our Autumn Alliance and the Autumn Dream Alliance have fought a war of attrition, and they have begun to fight for the foundation, and there have been many strange arrays that have never been seen and many gray-haired old men!"

When he talked about the inexplicable war for many monks, but the entire Western Hundred Sects were caught in the war for so many years, he talked endlessly for a while.

talked until the sky gradually darkened, and then reluctantly let Chen Fan leave.

After returning to the cave, Chen Fan burst out laughing.

"I didn't expect it, I didn't expect that there were so many Yuan Infant Cultivators in the Autumn Dream Sect wandering outside, no wonder there were not many elders in the Yuan Infant Stage. It turned out that those elders who had cultivated successfully traveled around in order to seek a breakthrough to transform into gods. ”

"That's fine, it's good ......" After laughing, Chen Fan's eyes fell lonely again.

"Is the body of damnation, and is the Tao broken......

"Purple Extreme Golden Sword!" Chen Fan sighed in a low voice, and the dark purple long sword on his back flew out in response, floating in front of Chen Fan out of thin air, exuding bursts of compelling demonic energy fluctuations.

Chen Fan waved his hand and took off his shirt, revealing his strong arms.

Then he grabbed the purple pole gold sword fiercely, and cut several long wounds on his left arm, and suddenly blood overflowed, and in the blink of an eye, his entire left hand was dyed red.

"Is it damned?

Chen Fan smiled sadly and spoke in a low voice.

"One day, I will break this damned body, and I will cause all those who have pointed their swords at me to die!

"My Chen Fan's life belongs to me!"

Chen Fan's eyes were full of madness, like a madman, talking to himself crazy.

Seven days later, Chen Fan quietly rushed to the Donglin Mountain Range as usual, put away the Purple Pole Golden Sword, and instead prepared the Earth Mang Sword and other items.

Along the way, he could occasionally see one or two lone disciples of the Qiu League, and after Chen Fan confirmed that there was no one around, he would quickly start and refine the souls of these lonely Qi cultivators.

After that, he will use the fireball technique to burn the corpses to the ground, take the storage bag, and continue on his way.

After a long time, he didn't see a lone Qi cultivator, so Chen Fan had no choice but to give up, looking at his cultivation of only the tenth level of Qi cultivation and the Great Perfection.

"I don't know if the soul of the monk is needed to build the foundation this time!" Chen Fan shook his head with a wry smile.

The Donglin Mountains are tens of thousands of miles from north to south, and thousands of miles from east to west, and the central region at this time has no vegetation, and there is only a black scorched earth that has been burned many times by the fireball technique.

There are 60,000 or 70,000 monks who have died here, while the other two regions in the south and north are slightly better, and although there are still dense forests, there are still many fallen monks.

At this time, in the southern part of the Donglin Mountain Range, a monk who only practiced qi cultivation and was wearing a white robe was actually refining the soul of a foundation building monk!

Quickly put down the head of the Felling League monk who had been refining the soul in his hand, put away the man's storage bag, and quickly wandered through the dense forest, looking for his next target.

This person is Chen Fan, just a few days after arriving in this Donglin Mountain Range, he met three foundation building monks of the Autumn League one after another, although he was not a foundation building monk at this time, but those people were not all in the late stage of foundation building.

So after the fierce battle, he refined his soul and used it to increase his cultivation.

After refining the souls of the three foundation-building cultivators, it stands to reason that they should build the foundation again, but except for the slight improvement in cultivation, there is no change or feeling, as if the stone has sunk into the sea.

Chen Fan's heart suddenly sank, thinking in his heart.

"Is the worst finally coming? Is it really impossible to build a foundation?" Chen Fan kept asking himself, and went crazy looking for those monks below the middle stage of foundation building of the Autumn Alliance, and refining their souls.

After several life-and-death battles, the talisman with the black giant sword painted on it finally became a piece of waste paper, which slowly turned into shredded paper and floated away.

And although Chen Fan did not enter the foundation building again, he also killed many foundation building monks, and ordinary foundation building monks could not kill Chen Fan at all, but were killed by Chen Fan a lot.

After all, Chen Fan is also a monk who has built a foundation, and in terms of the amount of mana and the purity of refinement, it is almost not too much different. Moreover, the exercises on his body were not extraordinary, and they could be compared to those cyan inferior magic tricks.

The exercises made up for Chen Fan's own lack of mana, so some monks who underestimated the enemy were easily controlled by Chen Fan's subtle tricks.

The storage bag of a famous foundation building monk fell into Chen Fan's hands, and a considerable amount of spirit stones were put into the bag, as well as many precious pills, various talismans, some high-grade magic weapons and a few strange exercises.

It was getting late, and Chen Fan returned to a small cave he had recently found, intending to rest for the night before making plans.

As soon as he arrived at the entrance of the cave, Chen Fan suddenly felt like he had exploded, and he quickly sacrificed the Blue Spirit Shield and the Earth Mang Sword, and put his right hand on the storage bag, ready to grab a large handful of low-level talismans at any time.

Chen Fan glanced at the bloodstains from the entrance of the cave all the way inside, as well as the light and darkness of the fire in the cave, and his heart slowly rose.

Chen Fan slowly touched the inside of the cave, and a blue shield stood upright in front of Chen Fan as if he knew the other party's location, without turning around.

"It's you!"

"It's you!"

Chen Fan and the female cultivator in the cave looked at each other in surprise at the same time, this female cultivator was none other than the female cultivator in the late stage of foundation building who slipped away from Chen Fan's hands with the teleportation talisman a few years ago, Fang Rou!

Fang Rou didn't expect that she would actually bump into Chen Fan here, who forced her to use a teleportation talisman to slip away many years ago.

Fang Rou's face suddenly turned extremely pale, at this time she had been seriously injured, and she could only use the strength of the middle stage of foundation building to the death, how to fight against this monk who had the combat power of the late stage of foundation building.

But soon, Fang Rou's eyes began to become strange, and she looked at Chen Fan several times before she shook her head with a wry smile, put away her twelve green long swords, and sat cross-legged again.

"Little guy, you were broken Daoji, I was seriously injured, a pair of difficult brothers who escaped alive...... Fang Rou's eyes rolled a few times, and found that she was not completely sure that she could kill this strange young man, so she simply reached an agreement with him and healed her wounds quietly.

"That's it, let's stop fighting, this cave is divided into half of yours, and each of you can heal your wounds!" Fang Rou pointed to the pile of straw on the opposite side and spoke slowly.

"No, I think I can kill you and use your soul to heal your wounds, why wouldn't I?" Chen Fan's eyes were very sharp, and he said with a sneer.

"You are a seriously injured foundation building late-stage stage, you can only have the strength of the middle stage of foundation building, and as most of the time goes on, your strength will retreat! And during this time, although I am only a tenth-level Great Perfection of Qi cultivation, there are not many foundation building monks who have died in my hands, I think if you fight with me, you will die!" Chen Fan sneered and looked at Fang Rou.

"Hmph, I don't know how thick the sky is, let's die!" Fang Rou snorted coldly, and with a wave of her hand, twelve green long swords appeared out of thin air.

"Twelve Mu Yuan, slash!"

A green long sword slashed towards Chen Fan one after another, and the speed was extremely fast.

Chen Fan sneered, although she didn't have the talisman with the black giant sword drawn, she was not in her heyday, especially when she became weaker the more she was beaten.

"Blue Spirit Shield!" Chen Fan pressed the Blue Spirit Shield with his left hand, and suddenly his blood qi was released, forming a blood wall.

"Earth Sword, go!" Chen Fan pinched the trick with his right hand, and an earthy yellow flying sword flashed all over his body, turning into a flying giant python, entrenched behind the blood wall, and coldly looked at the flying Twelve Wood Yuan Sword!