After a long time of separation from the soul Dao people, Fang Yan still did not come back to his senses, the Qiankun ring given to him by the soul Dao people was already very rich, especially the two spiritual veins, Fang Yan also wanted to return them, and in the end, not only did the soul Dao people not ask for it, but accepted the gift of the War Emperor, or thank you.

In the face of the request of the Emperor of War, after Fang Yan and the two ancestors agreed not to spread it to others, they once again condensed the formation rune in front of them, and now the dialect also realizes the extraordinaryness of this rune, but compared to the many formation runes that he has deeply remembered in his mind but cannot be condensed now, it is nothing alone, not to mention that it has been demonstrated for the soul Dao people at the beginning, and there is a request from the War Emperor Dao people, and the dialect will naturally not really favor one over the other, if you really want to refuse, you will offend the ancestor of the War Emperor in vain, that is, the dialect occupies the morality, and the War Emperor will definitely not be like this because of this matter, will definitely leave a pimple in the heart, which is not a good thing after all.

As a result, just like the original Soul Dao people, the Emperor of War also fell into a state of distraction, and the Emperor of War, who finally came back to his senses, left a note for Fang Yan and left quickly, only saying that he would also retreat.

Immediately, the Soul Daoist waited for Fang Yan to say goodbye to several fellow members of the Heavenly Star Sect, and then personally sent Fang Yan out of the Demon Yuan Ridge Great Array before returning back.

After urging his body to escape from the range of the Demon Abyss Ridge, Fang Yan found a safe place and fell, arranged a formation, and then escaped into the depths of the space of the Senran Scroll magic weapon with a dodge.

Sitting still, he took the bookpost given by the Emperor of War in his hand with a backhand, but he wanted to see what the origin of this bookpost that even the soul Dao people showed a little surprise.

Before the bookpost was fully opened, and before he could see what was on the book, Fang Yan felt the rolling battle intent attacking him, and he rushed to his heart, and the Fang Yan who was shocked in his heart did not hesitate for a moment, and even closed the book.

After taking a few deep breaths and relieving his mind, Fang Yan looked at the bookmark in his hand again, it looked ordinary on the outside, just like the many ancient books he saw in the pawnshop of Fenzhou Mansion back then, and even a lot more inconspicuous, how could there be such a surging battle spirit, the emperor of war could never want to use this bookpost to bombard himself, with the identity of the ancestor figure, if you really want to embarrass yourself such a junior, why use any means, just pinch it is enough, the only explanation is that this bookpost itself is like this。

"It's just a book, Fang Mou has even killed more than one person in the middle stage of distraction, so you have to be shocked by you, but I want to see what kind of existence it is, and it has such momentum. With a secret voice in his heart, the dialect urged his own exercises, and slowly opened the book in his hand again.

The same battle intent as last time suddenly reappeared, and the prepared dialect was not as embarrassed as the last time, and had already urged the exercises, and he confronted this rolling war intent with his heart, and the book was finally completely spread out, but he still couldn't see the content, and at the moment of opening, the dialect immediately noticed that his divine consciousness had fallen into another space, as if he was in a boundless battlefield, there was no killing movement here, and there was only a thought, killing, The idea of war is like a wave of tidal waves that never stops attacking the Korean dialect.

The dialect that did not admit defeat tightened his mind, resisting wave after wave of boundless battle intent impact, and finally through the boundless battle intent, the dialect saw a light in the depths, urging the divine consciousness to take out the light step by step, I don't know how long later, I finally saw the content of the light clearly, there was only one word - "war".

At the moment when he saw the words of war, Fang Yan felt a heavy blow in his heart, and he didn't care about exploring the mysteries, so he immediately raised his hand, and the book in his hand fell, and then his divine consciousness also returned to himself, without stopping for a moment, and Fang Yan even urged the Star Power Essence Divine Technique to stabilize his mind.

After a long time, Fang Yan, who slowly opened his eyes, was still a little shocked when he saw the bookpost that fell to the ground, but at this moment the bookpost had been closed again and returned to its plain appearance.

Although there was only a moment just now, the dialect felt a lot from the word 'war' in the book, not an exercise, not a secret book, just an idea, a kind of artistic conception, simply a single 'war', it has an indomitable momentum, fighting with the sky, fighting with the earth, fighting with people, all of these are in this one battle word, maybe the name of the emperor of war comes from this?

At this moment, Fang Yan knew that the Emperor of War did not throw a thing to himself, but as the Soul Dao people showed, this calligraphy seems to have a great relationship with the Emperor of War, although it is not a specific exercise that can be cultivated, but if the artistic conception is thoroughly understood, it will definitely increase his strength, but as mentioned when the Emperor Zhan handed this calligraphy to himself, he still needs to slowly comprehend it in the future before he has the opportunity to realize the truth.

Thinking in his heart, he stretched out his hand to put the bookpost on the ground into his hand, and Fang Yan did not rush to look at it anymore, and waved his hand to put it away.

After a slight pause, Fang Yan got up and escaped out of the magic weapon space, did not step out of the defensive formation he had laid out, but stopped his body and slowly urged his hand to move, and once again condensed the formation runes, that is, in front of the two ancestors, the dialect still retains a lot, compared with the previous before the two ancestors of the Soul Dao Man and the War Emperor, the dialect at this moment is much more calm and fast, but it is less than half a moment, the rune has already taken shape, and not only the one that has been revealed in front of the Soul Dao and the War Emperor, there are two runes flashing in Fang Yan's hands at the same time, and this second rune is one of the gains of Fang Yan in the past twenty years。

Over the years, outside the Tongling Peak of the Demon Yuan Ridge, there are many monks around, among which there are many other sect monks such as the Qiyang Dao people who are distracted in the middle stage, and there are also two ancestors of the Soul Dao people and the War Emperor, although the dialect has been quiet in the Tongling Peak Great Array, in fact, it has not actually used the formation runes that he has comprehended, and all the condensed runes are either dispersed, or directly let them melt into the Great Spiritual Peak Array, and now they have left the Demon Yuan Ridge, there is no need to worry about others snooping, Fang Yan naturally wants to test it.

The moment the runes flashed, Fang Yan's expression changed slightly, the distance was so far away, these two runes were actually related to the Tongling Peak Great Array? Through these two runes, he could still faintly sense the breath of the Tongling Peak Great Array, but it was much weaker, and Fang Yan didn't care too much, but after a pause, he didn't pay attention to it, and waved his hand to flick the two runes into the defensive formation he had arranged.

How could this be, not only did not these two runes raise the defensive formation by one level as Fang Yan expected, but as these two runes merged into the defensive formation, there were a few crisp sounds, and the originally round defensive formation broke a few cracks, revealing a few loopholes.

After thinking about it for a long time, the only reason that the dialect could come up with was that these two runes were too high-level compared to the runes in his original defensive formation, and they couldn't be fused at all, but if this was the case, then his original idea of wanting to greatly improve the defense of the defensive array would not work, unless he could fully use this rune to arrange the formation, which was not something that the current dialect could do.

He was not discouraged, waved his hand and tried a few more times, but after the same result, Fang Yan stopped his movements, his hands flashed again and again, destroying the defensive formation that had already broken many cracks outside his body, and then a dodge flew away in the direction of the Battle Emperor City on the periphery of the Ancient Desolate Battlefield.

The reason why he didn't stay outside the Tongling Peak all the time, and chose to leave the Demon Yuan Ridge when the blood-colored channel was opened for more than ten years, is naturally that there are still some things that have not been done, one of them is that he once promised the Star Pole Essence Iron of the Hu Dao people, when he left the City of the War Emperor before, Fang Yan may still be a little worried about the spirit stone, and now he has won a large number of supreme spiritual objects from everyone, and there is also the Qiankun ring given by the soul Dao people, whether it is an auction or a transaction with people, Fang Yan does not have to worry about the spirit stone.

Although he had changed from that monk's mouth to the origin of Star Pole Refined Iron, if he could acquire enough in the City of the War Emperor, Fang Yan was not willing to waste time collecting it himself, and now the only thing he was worried about was whether it was as the monk said at the beginning, the amount of Star Pole Essence Iron was not much at all.