After the heavenly thunder disappeared, the calamity clouds in the void disappeared without a trace in a blink of an eye, and it seemed that they had never appeared, only the aura of the avenue that permeated the heaven and earth, and the mess on the spiritual peak, proving that there had been a terrifying heavenly tribulation here.

Wang An made a move with one hand, and the Eight Desolation Sword in the air spun around, and fell directly on his hand, feeling the powerful spiritual pressure above, the bright spiritual light, and the coldness of the forest, Wang An's face flashed with a trace of satisfaction.

"Haha, it's really the best spirit magic weapon, but unfortunately it didn't produce a machine spirit, and it seems that it will take some days. ”

Although there were some regrets about not producing machine spirits, Wang An did not get entangled and did not have much hope.

At this time, seeing the end of the Heavenly Tribulation, a group of monks led by Shangguan Haotian flew over one after another.

Wang An's eyes moved, and the Eight Desolation Sword shook slightly, turning into a spiritual disc and falling into his dantian.

"Disciple, that flying sword just now is your natal magic weapon?

"No, why is the origin of your body damaged?" Shangguan Haotian's eyes were like lightning, staring at Wang An and asking sharply.

"The apprentice has met the master and seen all the uncles... Ahem, that refining weapon accidentally hurt a trace of the origin. Wang An looked at Shangguan Haotian with a concerned face and said with some embarrassment.

"You take this elixir, go back and recuperate. Shangguan Haotian told Wang An, frowned and gave him a bottle of elixir.

Seeing Shangguan Haotian falling to himself, Wang An was not angry, but just smiled on the side.

"Haha, my nephew didn't expect that you also have such a talent in refining, and refining the natal magic weapon alone can also lead to a weapon calamity, are you interested in coming to me to refine the weapon?" Zhong Lichun suddenly looked at Wang An and asked with a smile.

"Zhongli old ghost, get out! don't hit my apprentice's attention. ”

"Ahem, that... That disciple went back to retreat first to recuperate from his wounds, the wounds of the origin. Wang An squinted at Shangguan Haotian, who was about to run away, and his body slipped away directly.

When everyone saw Wang An coming, they dispersed at once.

After everyone left, Xiao Ruoli and the others hurriedly returned to the cave to find Wang An.

Wang An seemed to be fine at the moment, except that his face was pale, and his realm had dropped by one layer, and seeing a bunch of people shushing him and asking for warmth, Wang An's heart was full of warmth.

But this time it's worth it, and finally refining the Eight Desolation Sword, I finally have my own magic weapon.

After explaining to everyone, Wang An went directly to retreat, after all, the origin was damaged, and this matter must not be sloppy.

Before going to retreat, Wang An cheekily asked the blood jade cactus to get a bottle of blood jade syrup for himself.

I don't know what grade of elixir the blood jade cactus is, anyway, it is very beneficial to the origin injury, if it is purely an elixir, I don't know that the full moon of the monkey year can restore the origin.

After taking the blood jade syrup, Wang An's body was covered with misty red, exuding majestic vitality.

With the operation of the Eight Desolations Heaven-shaking Technique, the surrounding aura entered the body one after another, and the eight veins of the Qi Jing flowed with a roaring aura, like a surging river.

After a while, Wang An was immersed in cultivation, and his whole person was shrouded in eight-colored divine light.

Although Wang An has gone into retreat, the turmoil he brought is still causing a commotion in the sect.

Many monks discussed one after another, saying that Wang An was the monk with the strongest cultivation talent in the history of the Tianquan Sect.

Under the influence of Wang An, the disciples of the outer gate are now promoted to the inner gate, and they all chose the first line of Danfeng, and for a time Danfeng faintly had the momentum of winning the first line of Jinling Sect, which is a later story, not to mention it for the time being.

Let's say that after Wang An went to retreat, a large group of monks once again came to Wang An's spiritual peak. This time, these guys said they were here to refine spiritual weapons.

Hearing their purpose, Xiao Ruoli couldn't cry or laugh, these people really thought that Wang An was omnipotent, and they came to ask Wang An for everything.

Xiao Ruoli directly asked these people to go back, Wang An was healing, these people naturally did not dare to offend Xiao Ruoli, Xiao Ruoli went in and out of Wang An's cave all day long, and now the disciples of the sect thought she was Wang An's Taoist companion.

"Really, everyone has it, and it's really my brother who is a fairy!" Looking at the figure of everyone leaving, Xiao Ruoli said angrily.

Long Zhantian had now reached the seventh layer of the foundation, and after Wang An retreated, he went to sea again.

In addition to going overseas to hunt sea beasts, the disciples of the sect also look for desert islands at the junction of the inland sea and the outer sea, and generally some natural treasures will appear on these desert islands.

There will also be demon beasts on some desert islands, but these demon beasts are basically below level seven, and the demon beasts that transform will migrate to the open sea.

The sea area at the junction of the open sea and the inland sea is called the Nethersea Sea, and the sea area here is full of huge waves all year round, filled with endless vast mist, and this water mist seems to have the power of mysterious laws, which will not disperse all year round.

No one knows how big it is, how many deserted islands there are, and there was once a god power who turned along the Netherworld Sea for a year, but he didn't finish this mysterious sea.

Although there have been disciples from major sects to explore and look for opportunities for so many years, almost all they get are incomplete maps.

The monks who are training on these desert islands to find opportunities are basically people who build foundations and refine qi, and generally Jindan disciples will choose to go to the open sea.

It is said that there are many opportunities in the open sea, monsters are rampant, and there are countless treasures of heaven and earth.

Ever since Long Zhantian became Wang An's follower, the monks who had avoided him or mocked him had begun to scold him.

But he was tired of the ugly faces of these people, and every time he came out, he was alone.

He wandered in the Netherworld for a long time, going to areas that other disciples in the sect had explored, but occasionally he would explore unknown areas on his own.

On this day, when he followed the map he had exchanged from the sect, he began to think about a desert island.

Suddenly, the sea surface was surging, the sky and the earth changed color, a powerful demonic energy was surging, and the ocean below seemed to be boiling at this moment.

Feeling the flying talisman spiritual power under his feet passing rapidly, his body swayed, and Long Zhantian's face was so gloomy that it seemed to be dripping.

"Woohoo......"

Suddenly, a thousand waves rolled up at the bottom of the sea, and a powerful column of water that destroyed the world rose into the sky, turning into a whirlpool and flying into the air.

Long Zhantian, who was around the water column, only felt a burst of monstrous power enveloping him, and then a roar shocked Jiuxiao, and his seven orifices bled out, and the aura around his body collapsed, falling directly into the sea with the waves.

At the last moment of his coma, he glanced into the tumbling sea, and faintly saw a thousand feet long white shadow shooting in the direction of the open sea.

Faintly, he saw what seemed to be a white dragon with teeth and claws, roaring.

"White dragon, how can there be such a demon beast, the classics have never seen it. ”

"Sister, terrible brother will never see you again!"

With the sound of rolling waves, Long Zhantian directly fell into a coma and sank into the sea.