"Uncle Tong, this old friend of yours looks very extraordinary!"

Zhang Fan's face sank like water, and he finally knew what the "old friend" in Shutong's mouth meant.

Thousands of kilometers in front of them, a towering cloud monument leaped into their sight.

Looking from a distance, the stone tablet condensed by the cloud qi is too ordinary in the cloud realm, and it is not surprising, but as the footsteps of the two approached, this cloud tablet gradually revealed something extraordinary.

Red, the bright red of blood;

The entire cloud stele, except for the clouds on the outline and the handwriting on the stele, everything else is stained with blood.

After countless years, these blood colors have not left the slightest vicissitudes of life, as if in a living human body, flowing slowly, and the color is also bright and penetrating.

Among them, the most bloody place is a personal name on the blood tablet.

They are all like beings with handwriting, vividly showing teeth and claws, and at the same time, blood slides down the edge of the handwriting, and from time to time there is a wisp of blood struggling out of the handwriting, crying and twisting, like a resentful soul that is forever bound in the blood tablet, even if it keeps crying and struggling, it always breaks free from the control of the bloodless tablet.

"It's ......"

Looking at these blood words, Shu Tong's face showed pity, and Zhang Fan's expression gradually became solemn and solemn.

These blood words, the longer Zhang Fan stares, the more extraordinary they can be.

On every name that is full of blood, there are faint, extremely thin blood-red silk threads sticking out, and they spread far into the distance, intertwining and entanglement with the silk threads emanating from other names, and finally disappearing into the void.

"This is the cloud pool imprisonment in Yun Haiyao's mouth!"

After a long while, Zhang Fan let out a long sigh, with his insight and eyesight, he naturally understood what these names and those blood-colored silk threads that extended out, and I don't know where they were connected to the void and who they were connected to.

Feeling the countless years of pain of the human race in the Cloud Realm, like the unstruggling control of fate, the voices made by those resentful blood shadows in their ears when they struggled became more and more piercing and seductive, causing people to feel sad.

Under these terrifying voices, there was a person who slept peacefully.

Not far from under the Blood Monument, a celestial man who was nearly a foot long, much taller than most celestials, lay on his side and fell into a deep sleep.

Needless to say, this person is what Shutong calls an "old friend".

Zhang Fan's eyes suddenly froze, and he looked this person up and down.

This Zhang Xu Tianren has a knife-and-axe-like face, lying on the ground around his body, only the wings behind him are wrapped around, just covering his vital point, looking extremely fit, revealing the beauty of the male surname.

He was like a sculpture, lying motionless on the ground, his steady breathing, his chest heaving, silently telling that the man was sinking into the water.

When he fell asleep and his breath was exhausted, he could not see anything from his body, but something in front of him, which was extremely eye-catching.

It was a long knife that was even longer than the length of the celestial man, and it was straight into the ground in front of the celestial man, and from Zhang Fan's angle, its exaggerated shape was almost like a shield.

From the blade to the blade, this long knife is not like the cloud qi long knife that is common in the clouds, but an indescribable material, and the whole body is cyan, like a green dragon curling.

Its handle is not very long, just enough for Xu Tianren to hold with both hands, only its blade, which is long and wide, has an indescribable fierce and domineering aura emanating.

"Good knives!"

As soon as he saw this big knife, Zhang Fan immediately put aside the blood tablet and the celestial man, and his eyes lit up.

With his instrument cultivation, he clearly feels the purity of the knife body, no blood and grudges, no grinding frustrations, and some are just simple "knives"!

Just like the divine sword condensed by the purest sword qi, this long knife is already the manifestation of the essence of the "knife", and it cannot be refined by any instrumental means.

"The knife is still like this, but what about people?"

After a while, Zhang Fan's gaze moved, concentrating on Zhang Xu Tianren, who looked like the owner of the long knife, and he couldn't help but be like this, just when he praised the long knife, Zhang Xu Tianren began to tremble slightly, intensifying, as if he wanted to wake up from a long sleep.

"Zhang Xiaoyou, do you know who this person is?"

As if he hadn't seen that Zhang Xu Tianren was about to wake up, Shu Tong asked leisurely.

"How could I possibly know?"

Zhang Fan secretly slandered, and at the same time shook his head calmly, and said, "Zhang doesn't know." ”

This answer Shu Tong was not surprised at all, nodded indifferently, and said: "It's not strange that you don't know its identity, after all, it's too long, if it weren't for a coincidence, even the old man wouldn't know." ”

The more he listened, the more solemn Zhang Fan's expression became, just by the meaning of his uncle's words, he knew that this Zhang Xu Tianren was not simple, and he was afraid that he was still a legendary character.

Sure enough!

As soon as Zhang Fan thought about this in his heart, Shutong had already said it to himself.

"The Hundred Races fought against the Terrans, and then it was the competition for the protagonists of heaven and earth within the Terrans, and finally there were the human beings today, the alien races and remnants in the northern frontier, in the clouds, and even underground. ”

"The Celestial and Human Clans are indeed extraordinary, and when they saw that they could not be violated in the civil war of the Terran Race, they immediately retreated bravely, found the realm in the clouds, inherited the fire, and left a secret hand. All kinds of means have been exerted, so that the celestial and human race can survive, and leap above the human race in this small world, just like the gods. ”

Zhang Fan nodded secretly when he heard this, what Shutong said was exactly what he thought, there were really no idle people who emerged in that magnificent era, and the ancestors of the Heavenly and Human Clan were indeed extraordinary.

"Wait......"

"Do you mean ......?"

Zhang Fan reacted suddenly, and with a stirring spirit in his heart, he suddenly looked back at the sleeping celestial who was about to wake up, and the long knife that trembled in front of him and gradually became the sound of a dragon's groan.

At this moment, Shutong's voice came from his ears.

"The ancestor of heaven and man, whose amazing talent is called by the ancestor, this person is one of the five ancestors of heaven and man - Sword Venerable!"

Zhang Fan's heart moved, his eyes were fixed on the long knife that was unwilling to be lonely, and nodded secretly, just because he could control this knife, the name of the knife was not false.

After a deep groan, he saw that Shutong had no reaction to the gradually waking Daozun and the long knife, so he knew that he had already prepared in his heart, and he didn't care about him, Zhang Fan stretched out his hand and pointed at Daozun and asked:

"Senior Shutong, since this person is one of the five ancestors of heaven and man, how could he end up like this?"

Sleeping, I don't know how many years of sleep, waking up after outsiders come, killing foreign enemies, and then falling into a deep sleep, and repeating the cycle, this is simply the work of refining corpses and puppets!

A generation of Dao Venerable, one of the five ancestors of heaven and man, should he appear in such a place in this state?

"The real Sword Venerable has already fallen. ”

Shu Tong sighed, not lacking admiration: "Yunchi is one of the three treasures of heaven and man, but it is actually the supreme treasure of the cloud realm itself, and it is the first of the three treasures, how can it be easy to control." ”

After the Five Ancestors of the Celestial Beings came to the Cloud Realm, the only remaining strongest of the Celestial Clan paid a huge price for controlling the Cloud Pool, and the Celestial Clan paid a huge price, including the Sword Venerable, one of the five strongest ones!

When the Celestial Clan established itself in the Cloud Realm, the Sword Venerable had already fallen, and the one in front of us was nothing more than its body and the remnants of the sword intent that did not disperse.

"I see. ”

Zhang Fan also sighed: "Even if you die, the sword intent still exists, and you swear to keep what you have before you die, which is really admirable and amazing!"

In his opinion, this sword venerable and the ancient sword cultivation can be said to be different, they all follow the same route, but one is the hegemon of the sword, and the other is the edge of the sword, each with its own ingenuity.

"It seems that if you want to make a move in this cloud pool, I'm afraid you won't be able to get around this sword venerable. ：

"However, how did Shutong bypass this person back then and become a great god in this cloud pool?"

Just as Zhang Fan was pondering, Dao Zun's body trembled and was about to rise, and the moment the long knife shook the sky, Shutong suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed it in the air.

This grasp was similar to the action when he cast the Cloud Attraction of the Realms, but in the blink of an eye, Zhang Fan's pupils shrank suddenly, and his eyes were full of horror.

Yingying is like water, lingering, a wisp of medicinal fragrance, as if obsessed men and women, entwined between heaven and earth, filled, extremely soft and omnipresent, like a mother's embrace, embracing heaven and earth.

In this medicinal fragrance, Zhang Fan's mind was blurry for a while, almost drowsy, and that kind of safety and warmth was enough to let go of everything and fall asleep.

"That's not right!"

Suddenly, Zhang Fan's eyes opened, and the golden light around his body flashed, burning up the medicinal fragrance all over his body, and his eyes returned to a clear "big dream warm fragrance!"

Zhang Fan looked at Shutong in surprise, and blurted out a name.

The warm fragrance of the big dream is the name of the medicinal fragrance that lingers in the world at this time.

"It is the big dream of Wen Xiang, Zhang Xiaoyou's insight. ”

Shu Tong slowly withdrew his hand, and was somewhat surprised that Zhang Fan could recognize Dameng Wen Xiang At the same time, under the blood monument in the distance, the trembling of Dao Zun gradually subsided, as if the baby was in the arms of his mother, falling asleep again.

Daozun fell into a dream, and the long knife trembled unwillingly, and also fell silent.

Seeing this, a look of pride flashed in Shutong's eyes, and Zhang Fan also understood his intentions.

Big Dream Warm Incense, although it is incense and the like, is actually a kind of elixir that is difficult to refine and very rare.

Its rarity is related to its difficulty in refining, but more because it is not used, and few people waste that effort.

Big Dream Warm Fragrance, for the purpose of helping people fall asleep, is most suitable for those who are uncertain or weak and unbearable.

The problem is that there are all kinds of secret methods. It can soothe the mind and force people to fall asleep, so why do you need to help you with such a difficult elixir, isn't it a lot of effort?

The only thing that is indispensable for this medicine is actually some mortal bodies, who are so weak that they can't even withstand a little spiritual energy entering their bodies, so they need to use this spiritual incense.

This point is destined to be rare and rare.

"What a good idea!"

Zhang Fan looked at the Heavenly Sword Venerable who had gradually calmed down, stroked his palms and laughed, and sincerely admired it.

What Shu Tong did, the skill is almost the way!

(To be continued)