Chapter 632: The Golden Sword and the Wooden Sword

How is this possible?

Everyone in the square watching this scene had unbelievable thoughts flashing through their minds.

Where is this a young man in the Jindan period, who is obviously a Cun Zài with amazing strength.

Those who can fight with Hou Zhanfeng without winning or losing, at least are also the early days of the gods.

Especially the disciples of Rejuvenation Valley such as Mo Wujue and Zhao Tiantian, their eyes were almost popping out.

In the Valley of Rejuvenation, when did the existence of such demons appear?

Mo Wujue and Zhao Tiantian's eyes all fell on Ge Xiaoyou's body, with questions and doubts.

"Senior Brother Zhang, he entered the sect six years ago, and his strength is very perverted, he was the one who beat my ass in Dragon Snatching Valley...... Ass ......"

Ge Xiaoyou couldn't stand the gaze of the two for a while, so he could only say it in a hurry, and said, "Also, Senior Sister Zhao, Xiaoxi's little brother Qianling, who keeps nagging all day long, is his soul!"

Although Zhang Yan's strength now shocked Ge Xiaoyou to the extreme, thinking of the scene when he was spanked, he couldn't help gritting his teeth again and glared at Zhang Yan who was stepping in the air.

It's him!

Mo Wuji, Zhao Tiantian and the others exclaimed in surprise.

Six years ago.

Regarding the incident of Ge Xiaoyou being spanked in public by a new disciple, several of them, as young disciples, have also heard about it, although they have been cultivating all year round.

At first, they thought it was a joke.

I thought it was just a demon comparable to Ge Xiaoyou, who just restrained this little girl.

Unexpectedly, this person is even more demonic than they imagined.

"Senior sister, do you remember the man we saw in Totem Valley three years ago......?

At this moment, Mu Chen on the side hesitated slightly, and then whispered to Zhao Tiantian.

"What!"

Zhao Tiantian and the young man behind her were stunned by each other, their eyes shocked.

......

"Who are you? I can't imagine that Hou Mou has lost his eyes! But it's just the cultivation of the late Yuan Baby, and today I let you know that under the transformation of the gods, the Yuan Ying is just an ant!"

A shot breaks through the air, and the void seems to be torn apart.

But the young man who stepped on the void was safe and sound.

If it had been replaced by other Yuanying Cultivators, he would have disappeared under that shot.

Hou Zhanfeng held a treasure spear, hunting in a robe, with a solemn face, staring at the young man in the air, no longer having the previous ridicule and disdain.

He waited for the wind of war, but he was only thirty years old, and he broke through the god transformation stage, which can be said to be a top genius that is rare in the Southern Regions for thousands of years.

The Hidden Spirit Gate is also a secret to the outside world.

It is almost as if he is the ultimate important successor.

And in the eyes of Hou Zhanfeng, the so-called geniuses in the other sects in the Southern Regions were no different from ants, and he never looked at them in his eyes.

Even geniuses such as the famous Mo Wujue and Yao Ling Xi didn't look at it from beginning to end.

But he never imagined that among the younger generation, there would be a person with the same strength as him.

Call!

Exhale a deep breath of turbidity.

Yuan Li drummed.

The entire mid-air Yuan Force frenzy formed a powerful aura around him.

Mo Wujue and the others, who were not far away, suddenly felt that the cultivation in their bodies was suppressed.

Merely.

In mid-air, Zhang Yan, who was opposite the waiting battle wind, looked as usual, and his body was as tall as a gun.

A fighting spirit boiled in his body.

The three yuan babies in the dantian all opened their eyes and were full of light.

The majestic cultivation is surging and agitating, and the momentum is not weaker than the wind of war.

At the same time, the Heavenly Dragon Battle Body Technique was in operation.

His body was densely covered with countless runes and thunderbolts.

Powerful energy burst out around his body, and the void trembled.

The surrounding clouds and winds were also stirred and raged.

Although it can't be compared with the cultivator who has condensed the primordial spirit, he can directly mobilize the surrounding yuan power for his own use, but Zhang Yan's majestic and pure cultivation is not much weaker at all.

"Now let's see if we can kill this person without using the Nine Pattern Giant Spirit and the Dao Infant Law Phase!"

Exhaling deeply, Zhang Yan flipped his hand and took out the Morota Tower.

The pagoda rose with the storm, and he stepped into the air with his hand, and swooped down against the wind of war.

Thundered......

The Yuan Force shattered, and Zhang Yan smashed down from the period with the giant tower in his hand, and the entire Yuan Force aura was torn apart by the strange energy bursting out from the top of the Moro Tower.

A force that tore the sky and the earth was crushed directly against the wind of war.

"Shattered!"

Hou Zhanfeng's expression became solemn like never before.

The giant tower that crushed down from above also made him tense.

Covering the sky, like a heavenly might, it almost made it difficult for him to breathe.

Faced with such an attack, he could only choose to strike with all his might.

With an angry shout, the tongue thundered, the spear was like a rainbow, and the spear flower was as brilliant as the sun, buzzing and trembling in mid-air, and a wind like the scorching sun directly tore through the void, and stabbed at the giant tower with the spear.

Bang bang......

The loud sound of the spirit light and the Yuan Force shattering, like a raging flame, kept coming.

And the giant tower and the spear also flew back upside down at the same time.

Only in this moment.

Zhang Yan was already in the air, and he approached Hou Zhanfeng.

But.

The latter's actual combat experience is also extremely rich and sophisticated, as if he had expected Zhang Yan to make such a move, Hou Zhanfeng had already swept through the air and disappeared in an instant.

It's just that, with a strange humming sound, the Hou Zhan Feng who teleported to the other side had not yet stood firm, and the expression on his face changed suddenly, instantly pale, and his eyes were dull.

Burst!

A mouthful of blood spat out directly from his mouth.

The originally sluggish look also came back to his senses in an instant.

But in this instant, Zhang Yan had already appeared in front of him, and with a punch of earth-shattering power, it slammed directly into his chest.

Even if Hou Zhanfeng is a cultivator in the god transformation period, in the physical body, compared to Zhang Yanlai, it is much weaker.

Even if he had Yuan Li's protective body, he was directly blasted open his chest by Zhang Yan's punch, his muscles and bones were shattered, and his internal organs were shattered.

Airplanes!

But before the frightened and frightened Hou Zhan Feng could land, a dark gray claw, like lightning, sank into his eyebrows.

The next moment.

Hou Zhanfeng's face turned pale, and then his entire body began to tear and blood inch by inch.

Boom!

With a crisp sound, the whole body of the battle wind burst open and turned into a blood mist.

Shout!

And with the destruction of the physical body, a primordial god suddenly swept out of the blood mist.

It is the primordial god who waits for the wind of war!

"I want to go!

Merely.

Zhang Yan's movements were much faster than those of the Yuan Shen.

A dodge, he has appeared in the direction where the Yuan Shen is going to escape, and a thousand spirit spells are played, and the Yuan Shen who is waiting for the battle wind is already imprisoned there.

"The first to turn into a god spirit slave!"

Zhang Yan opened his mouth coldly, and at the same time, he probed his hand and directly ingested the primordial spirit of Hou Zhanfeng, and then played more than a dozen forbidden tricks, which fell on the primordial god of Hou Zhanfeng, and then included it in the ghost spirit bead.

After doing this, Zhang Yan picked up Hou Zhanfeng's storage bag and threw it at Ge Xiaoyou, and then his eyes fell on the treasure gun that Hou Zhanfeng abandoned on the ground, and then took it in his hand and said, "This treasure gun is not bad!"

And unlike Zhang Yan, who was counting the spoils of war, all the disciples of several sects were standing there with shocked and stunned expressions at the moment, their minds blank.

Hou Zhanfeng has been killed!

In the entire younger generation of the Southern Regions, both talent and cultivation are the ones who overwhelm the monks of the same generation, and they have fallen like this!

As soon as there was a qiē in front of them, everyone felt like they were in a dream, and their faces were incredulous.

"This ...... This...... This ......"

The remaining disciples of the Hidden Spirit Sect looked at Yiqi in front of them in a daze, looking at the blood mist in the air that still had a strong and incomparably bloody smell, and they trembled and couldn't speak.

"Self-cultivation, otherwise, death!"

Turning around, Zhang Yan's eyes were as bright as knives, and he fell on the remaining disciples of the Ten Thousand Beast Sect and the Hidden Spirit Sect, and said coldly.

These cold words fell into the ears of the disciples of the Ten Thousand Beast Sect and the Hidden Spirit Sect, like a talisman, making them fall into an ice cellar.

Let them self-destruct?

What is the difference between this and killing them!

But if you don't follow the words of the young man in front of you, the other party will definitely do what he says.

The first person in the Hidden Spirit Sect, the existence of the Divine Monk, was all killed, not to mention them.

"Run!"

Just when the disciples of the two sects hesitated and didn't know what to do, a young man was lucky, shouted angrily, teleported, turned around and swept away at the bottom of the mountain.

It's just that this person hasn't escaped more than ten zhang away, and with a strange buzzing sound, this person has already burst open, followed in the footsteps of the battle wind, and turned into a blood mist.

In the end, Yuan Ying was also included in the ghost spirit bead by Zhang Yan.

Seeing this scene, the remaining disciples of the Ten Thousand Beast Sect and the disciples of the Hidden Spirit Sect turned pale one by one.

Originally, there was a fluke mentality of escaping, but after seeing this scene, they were all extinguished one by one.

Puff......

Under Zhang Yan's cold gaze, the disciples of the two sects could only abandon their cultivation one by one with a look of despair, and their faces were full of despair and pale and collapsed to the ground.

"Hey...... You...... Are you a monster or not? How do you cultivate, you must sue Miss Sùben!"

Ge Xiaoyou was the first to react, although the shock on his face had not yet dissipated, but in his pale red beautiful eyes, there was a strong curiosity, he stepped forward with his hands crossed on his hips, glared at Zhang Yan and asked.

As for this, Mo Wuji, Zhao Tiantian and others on the side also looked at them with surprise.

If they weren't sure to enter this Spirit Witch Mountain, the age should not exceed thirty, they would all think that the young man in front of them was some rejuvenated old monster.

But at this moment, when they looked at Zhang Yan's gaze, they had turned into deep awe.

Mo Wuji, who had a look of disdain and anger before, had lowered his arrogant face.

"When you return to the Rejuvenation Valley, you go directly to the Totem Valley in the Valley of Ten Thousand Beasts to find me and help you break through the Yuan Infant!"

Zhang Yan shook his head lightly at Ge Xiaoyou, then turned his head to look at Zhao Tiantian, Yao Lingxi and the others, and said, "Pack up your things and enter this Spirit Witch Hall together, the treasures will be divided equally!"

"Wow! Great, it's still the best Senior Brother Zhang, where is it like Chu Aofeng's heartless and lungless!"

Ge Xiaoyou's eyes were shining brightly, red light flashed, and he said to Zhang Yan in surprise.

Looking at the red-haired girl in front of her, Zhang Yan frowned slightly, thinking about how to get some ancient inheritance of essence blood from the former!

"Senior Brother Zhang, we didn't know that you were cultivating in Totem Valley at the beginning, and there were many offends, so it's no wonder!"

At this time, Zhao Tiantian stepped forward and said with a deep blessing to Zhang Yan, with an apologetic face on his delicate face.

"Senior Sister Zhao is too worried, if you don't fight, you won't know each other! Senior Brother would like to thank you for taking care of Xiaoxi!"

Looking at Zhao Tiantian's down-to-earth and generous appearance, the trace of mustard in Zhang Yan's original heart also dissipated, and he replied with an indifferent smile.

Retracted his gaze, watched everyone look at him in awe, and did not move, Zhang Yan could only take the lead in walking towards the main hall.

What surprised him a little was that this Spirit Witch Hall didn't have any defensive arrays and prohibitions.

The crowd walked in.

In the magnificent hall, there is an incomparably ancient atmosphere, and there is a faint death in the air.

But it seems to be suppressed by a mysterious force, and the dead air in the hall seems to be hidden

Inside the main hall.

It's huge, and looking at the arrangement of the seats, it's obvious that it was the main hall where the people of the Spirit Witch clan were deliberating.

After passing the main hall, there are attics surrounded by various rockeries and verandahs, and there are constantly prohibitions and formations shining on them.

"If you want to find the real treasure, it's in these attics!"

Yao Lingxi, who was wearing a veil, looked at the attics that stretched away, and his voice was like a yellow warbler, exclaiming.

"These attics, you can solve them yourself!"

Zhang Yan glanced around the attics, and after saying a word to everyone, he dodged and swept into the depths.

Because.

The moment he stepped into this place, the four sword swords in his storage bag began to let out a soft groan, ready to burst out of the air at any time.

Along the verandah, galloping towards the depths of the Spirit Witch Palace, a mountain ridge only ten zhang high appeared in front of Zhang Yan.

The mountain range was jet black, surrounded by clouds of black mist, and you could feel the dead air on it from a distance.

And at the moment when Zhang Yan just stopped, under a soft groan, four Zhu Shen Swords broke out directly from his storage bag and swept to the top of the mountain.

"There are other Divine Swords here!"

When Zhang Yan saw this scene, he immediately guessed the situation and exclaimed with joy on his face.

And as soon as his words fell, the four Divine Swords suddenly turned into a giant sword that opened the sky and the earth, and countless spiritual rays formed an astonishing huge sword blade, which slashed directly at the mountain.

Thundered......

The mountain rocks were shattered, and a large pit of more than ten zhang appeared from the mountain.

The majestic dead air burst out from the big pit like a fountain, which was breathtaking.

And Zhang Yan's eyes fell on the big pit, his complexion changed suddenly, and his scalp was a little numb.

Because inside the big pit, there were dense skeletons, and the breath of death emanated from these bones.

But just when Zhang Yan was stunned, two sword chantings that broke through the sky came, and two sword lights, one green and one gold, broke through the air from under the huge bones of the big pit, looking like that, as if they were about to flee.

Airplanes!

But before the two flying swords left the pit, the broken sword and the yin and yang two swords and the fire sword of the god in the air suddenly emitted bursts of buzzing, and the sword intent filled the entire sky like a tide.

The two sword lights that swept out of the pit suddenly trembled, and they were imprisoned in the void by an invisible force, unable to move.

At this time.

Zhang Yan also finally saw the two flying swords that appeared.

In terms of shape, it is the same as the Zhushen Fire Sword, the hilt is simple, the blade is sharp, and countless runes are densely wrapped on it.

Merely.

This is a cyan sword and a golden sword.

The Golden Sword of the Gods!

Punish the god wood sword!

Zhang Yan was already sure in his heart.

Jin Mu Huo, then it belongs to the Five Elements Sword of the Gods.

Now I have met three.

Seeing the two flying swords imprisoned, under such a familiar scene, Zhang Yan immediately sat down on the edge of the big pit.

Ignoring the strong death qi and bones below, he sacrificed the ghost spirit bead, and after absorbing those death qi, he directly spewed out two mouthfuls of essence blood, which fell on the golden sword and the wooden sword respectively.

This time.

With the suppression of the four flying swords, as well as the previous experience of sacrifice, Zhang Yan was not attacked again.

But it took more than twice as long to refine two flying swords at the same time.

Ten full days.

Zhang Yan was sitting cross-legged on the edge of the big pit, pinching the tricks in his hands, and he was engrossed in refining the Zhushen Golden Sword and the Zhushen Wooden Sword in front of him.

The ghost spirit bead beside him spun in mid-air on its own, and it also continued to absorb the clumps of dead qi emanating from below the pit.

It's the little demon cat on his shoulder, looking bored, constantly turning over his lazy body.

When Zhang Yan completely completed the sacrifice of the two Zhu Shen swords, the six Zhu Shen swords suddenly swept up at the same time, led by the broken sword and the two yin and yang swords, and formed a strange sword array above his head.

Then, a dark gray breath descended from the broken sword and sank into Zhang Yan's eyebrows.

Zhang Yan's complexion changed greatly, and he was about to get up.

But at this time, there was suddenly a majestic and incomparable information in his sea of knowledge, which made his head tingle.

But the stinging pain disappeared after only a few breaths.

Then, in his mind, there was a huge amount of information.

"Divine Sword Formation!"

Looking inwards in a daze, he looked at the magic of a sword formation that appeared in the sea of knowledge.

After being stunned for a long time, Zhang Yan couldn't help but exclaim.

What appeared in his sea of consciousness was the first form of the Sword Formation of the Gods-Killing the Heavens!

This first form requires at least six Divine Swords to be cast.

Moreover, after carefully referring to this first formula, Zhang Yan couldn't help but set off a stormy wave in his heart.

This god killing the sky, in terms of power, is even more amazing than the first layer of the Nine Yuan Great Desolation Energy.

It's just that just when Zhang Yan was about to think about directly cultivating this first-style sword formation, there was a change in the Spirit Witch Palace.

Under the entire hall, a majestic and incomparably dead air, like a fountain, surged out, permeating the entire Spirit Witch Hall for more than ten miles.

Even Zhang Yan, in the face of this dead air, felt a burst of heartbeat.

Just as he was about to find the location of Ge Xiaodemon and the others, a roar appeared above the void.

In the next moment, a force that even Zhang Yan couldn't resist fell on him and tore him away directly.

The feeling of dizziness lasted only for two breaths, and Zhang Yan found that he had appeared in a narrow valley, with a bluestone road in front of him, and at the end was a flickering exit, the bright light was dazzling.

"It turns out that Lingwu Mountain has reached the closing time! I think Ge Xiaoyou, they have already gone out first......

Zhang Yan, who was originally vigilant, glanced at the situation in front of him, and suddenly felt relieved, and then walked towards the exit.