As the second daughter spoke, she heard a popping sound suddenly sound, and the giant ball of red light that was originally floating in the void suddenly weakened at this time, while Yang Lan's jade-skinned and golden-boned body was shrinking inch by inch!

The slender arms of the Martial Immortal's true body strangely shrank back into the body, but the huge head became more and more sharp, the skin, muscles and bones contracted inward, and the entire body seemed to have changed from a human to a sword-shaped embryo in an instant!

The light of the evil sword slowly dissipated, and there seemed to be another majestic immortal sword in the void, but Yang Lan's body no longer existed......

When Fairy Miaoyuan saw this scene, he immediately understood, if Yang Nan hadn't erased all the divine consciousness in the true body of the Martial Immortal, how could this body become so shaped?

It took six years, and the true body of the Martial Immortal finally became the fetus of the Immortal Sword!

Seeing this miraculous and indescribable scene of transforming into a sword with her own eyes, she was greatly surprised in her heart, and praised again and again: "The ancestor has magical powers, it is really breathtaking, he has really refined the true body of an immortal!"

In the admiration of the two daughters, they suddenly saw a red light, and a figure flew out of the sword-shaped immortal body with a big laugh, this person has a face like a crown of jade, red lips and white teeth, and a Taoist robe is worn on his body, which is even more elegant, is it Yang Nan?

The second daughter stepped forward, her face flushed with joy, and she said in unison: "Lang Jun (ancestor), your sword has been refined?"

Yang Nan smiled and raised his eyebrows: "How can it be so fast, however, I have completely wiped out Yang Lan's divine consciousness from the inside to the outside, from top to bottom, and from now on, this immortal body is in my pocket!"

Yang Nan made a slight move, taking the sword-shaped immortal body floating in the void in his hand, he held this immortal sword embryo condensed from one foot eight inches to one foot long and one inch wide, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart!

In the battle in the immortal world, although he had the help of the Armor Suppressor Spirit, it took five years to destroy Yang Lan's remnant soul divine sense!

The sword field is like a battlefield, although he is victorious, but the size of the immortal world and the number of Yang Lan's divine senses are also a terrifying number!

In the past five years, he has done his best to explore every drop of blood, every inch of flesh and blood, and every bone of the Martial Immortal's true body, and slashed all the way to the past, Yang Lan's divine consciousness and mind have disappeared and ceased to exist, and now this Immortal Sword embryo has belonged to him!

The immortal world is so big, with his current strong cultivation, he also feels difficult, although this sword refining process is extremely cumbersome, but it is extremely proper, not to mention that Yang Lan has been completely annihilated, even if there is still a divine sense, now he can't fight the overlord armor spirit that occupies the magpie's nest!

The domineering and domineering Bajia is only driven by Yang Nan's divine thoughts, and today's fairy sword embryo is like one of Yang Nan's own arms, although the power has not yet been completed, but it is extremely handy to use!

The embryo of the fairy sword has been formed, and the next step is the final stage of condensing the sword body, sealing the ban, and the human sword and one.

The natal sword of the Kunlun faction is not better than the low-level flying sword refined by the monks in the world, the flying sword is just a magic weapon that entrusts a trace of divine thought and bombards others, and the natal sword entrusts all the cultivation, primordial spirit, and Taoism of the Kunlun disciples in one furnace, and its change of wishfulness is far from being comparable to the flying sword.

The immortal sword embryo that is one foot long and one inch wide is too big, Yang Nan is only about one foot seven or eight years long, and now he is holding this fairy sword that is about the same height as himself, which is really terrifying.

Every inch of flesh and blood in the true body of the Martial Immortal is an immortal treasure, how to condense and purify, how to seal and prohibit, and how to increase the power have become the top priority in front of Yang Nan.

Yang Nan told this story one by one, Miao Yuan and Jue Cang Rouran listened leisurely, the true body of the immortal was extremely difficult to damage, Yang Nan used the magic method to refine this fairy sword, it is conceivable that if he is an immortal against this terrifying fairy sword, I am afraid that he will also suffer a lot!

"Okay, didn't Rou Ran say that she drew a picture of Xuan Bing's escape? ”

Obliterating Yang Lan's divine sense, Yang Nan was refreshed in his heart, but he was not in a hurry to refine the sword for a while, he saw the huge silk shaft unfolding in the Cold Spring Garden, and couldn't help but feel a little curious.

Jue Cang Rouran entered the Xuanbing Ancient Palace at the age of fourteen, and now six years have passed, and she has grown into a big beauty with blue hair and black eyes and a graceful face, but in Yang Nan's heart, this little girl is no different from the past, and he didn't see the gloomy color flashing in her eyes at all.

Fairy Miaoyuan looked at Yang Nan with disgust, and said: "You just have to refine the sword, but you asked Rouran to spend the boss's effort to draw what kind of Xuanbing Easy Map, in the past five years, she has spent a month every year to devote herself to painting, if it weren't for her Dao heart and cultivation to enter the realm quickly, how could I allow her to be so nonsense?"

Yang Nan smiled and said: "Miao Yuan is not strange, the human body cultivates the Dao, and tempering the Dao heart is not only a meditation and enlightenment Dao machine, but with the help of all the laws and Dao in the world, it is also the same thing, come and come, let me see how beautiful the picture drawn by Rou Ran himself?"

The three of them stood in front of the huge spiritual silk scroll, only to see a breeze blowing in the hall, and the characters and scenery on the spiritual silk scroll trembled slightly in the wind, as if they were about to walk down from the painting.

The picture of Xuanbing is the time that the three of them spent together in the Xuanbing Ancient Palace, and it is absolutely ingenious, and it is the scene of the moment when Yang Nan frolicked that day.

At that moment, the dome sky was full of brilliance, illuminating the seven-story hall with a strange light, and on the crystal pool water, Yang Nan laughed with both hands on his hips, stepped on the water with one foot, and kicked a crystal clear ice ball to the absolute cangrouran flying in the air.

Jue Cang Rouran was dressed in a Xuanbing dress, hanging down ribbons from the air, a pair of jade arms as an interception gesture, her eyes staring at the huge ice ball flying in, and a tense and interesting aura naturally flowed from her.

And the Miaoyuan Fairy leaned on the side of the jade platform where the cold spring was gushing like flowers with a smile on his face, Yang Nan's indulgent and chic posture, the expression of the absolute Cang Rou Concentration, and the expression of wanting to take the ice hockey ball, and the endless gentle color in the eyes of the Miaoyuan Fairy were all about to leap out on the silk shaft, as if they were alive!

Yang Nan's chic and uninhibited, the innocent and pure beauty of Jue Cangrou, and the gentle smile of Fairy Miaoyuan, although they only appear in the painting, seem to condense into an eternal beautiful picture, as if Jue Cangrou has condensed that happy moment into eternity......

Yang Nan watched carefully for a long time, and couldn't help but secretly admire in his heart, the way of the Absolute Rouran Danqing is really terrifying, and it took only five years to complete such a wonderful picture, this ten-zhang long silk shaft almost encompasses all the scenery of the seven-story hall, even a flower and a grass, a stone and a tree, a water and a pillar!

In the painting, the ethereal clouds and smoke, the solemnity of the dragon pillar, the three of them are smiling, moving and quiet, the clothes and expressions, temperament and posture are extremely real, and even the cold spring gushing in the center seems to be surging and rolling out eternally!

Every inch of pen power is almost soaked with the painstaking efforts of the absolute cang, and every picture is so vivid and expressive!

Yang Nan's posture of flying ice hockey is lifelike, outlining his own unique expression and temperament at all, even if he is the worst painter and the most difficult to capture the charm of Miaoyuan, the moment when he stares at each other and stands with a smile in the painting is also extremely expressive!

This volume of Xuanbing Xiaotu greatly damaged the Absolute Cang Rouran mana, but it had an immeasurable boost to her Dao Heart, and the Absolute Cang Rouran Mana was still a grandmaster, but now the Dao Heart has advanced by leaps and bounds, and the Dao Heart is almost clear......

"Good painting! It is not an exaggeration to say that such a lifelike, three-point Danqing can be described as an immortal painting!" Yang Nan opened his mouth and praised it, pointing to the Xuanbing Silk Grass in the painting, and after looking at the real thing in the jade basin, he said with a smile: "This thing is no different from the painting, at first glance, it seems that there is another Xuanbing Silk Grass in the world, thinking that the ancients had painted a peerless work, did not drink or eat for several days, and forgot everything in the world in their hearts, so as to achieve the name of the painting saint, and now the soft brush power is far better than that of mortal painting saints, and now the Taoist heart is greatly advanced, it is really gratifying." ”

Jue Cangrouran listened to Yang Nan's praise, and her heart was really happy, she pointed to the ancient law poem at the end of the scroll, and said: "I am good at painting, but the poem is not as good as the ancestor master, according to the ancestor view, can this ancient law pass the test?"

The poems at the end of this volume are generally describing the various postures of Yang Nan and Miaoyuan, Jue Cang Rouran uses gorgeous words to describe the encounter with immortals in the Xuanbing Ancient Palace, the peerless demeanor of Miaoyuan Fairy, and Yang Nan's profound cultivation, all of which are on the paper and spread throughout the poem.

The strange thing is that although this poem is well written, there is no mention of Jue Cang Rouran himself, Yang Nan looked for it carefully, and saw it at the end of the name: 'Yu was lucky to get the immortal fate, served the two patriarchs for many years, the qualifications were dull and unbearable, the ancestors did not give up, the blue eyes were added, there were many cares, the heart was not very frightened, the pen was shallow, and the style of the ancestors could not be described, and it was a pity that ...... I am ashamed...... 'The disciple is absolutely respectful.

'The little girl actually looks at me so tall...... Yang Nan sighed secretly in his heart, shook his head and smiled: "You are not a dull person, and I am not an ancestor, after refining the fairy sword, I have nothing to do with the Xuanbing Immortal Palace, if you want, call me a big brother!"

Yang Nan just took care of the Xuanbing Immortal Palace on behalf of the Xuanbing Fairy, not the founding ancestor of the Xuanbing Immortal Palace, although the Xuanhan True Scripture was created by him, but it was also inappropriate for him to be the patriarch of the female sect as a man.

Jue Cangrouran was overjoyed in her heart, and immediately leaned down and bowed three times, saying, "The eldest brother is above, please accept the little sister!"

She didn't want to worship Yang Nan as an ancestor, but now she can be called a big brother, I don't know how many times better she is with her teacher, how can she not want this kind of good thing?

There is no need to mention the matter of the Mandarin League, but the brother and sister are close to 108,000 miles, and the depression in the heart of Jue Cang Rouran finally has a relief......