The so-called holy weapons are the ultimate weapons that can be achieved. There are several pieces in the entire Eastern Wilderness, which can be counted, all of which are from the hands of the ancient holy emperor.
How many people can the ancient emperor have? Those recorded in ancient books are as rare as phoenix feathers, so there are only a few extreme weapons.
The soil-gray earthenware pot is too simple, but it is extremely powerful. Under the joint efforts of King Qingjiao and Tu Tian, it swallows the world and takes everything.
"Crack!"
In the sky, there was a gossip furnace, as big as a hill, with flames soaring to the sky, blocking it in front of it, but it couldn't block the clay pot at all, making a cracking sound.
"Boom"
The huge furnace burst open all of a sudden, and the fire surged all over the sky, raging in all directions, but it was a pity that it only fluctuated for a moment, and all of them were collected in the clay pot.
This is already the ninth weapon destroyed by the Supreme Elders. Before the extreme weapons, they cannot compete and can only be smashed.
The soil-gray clay pot looks ordinary, but it is a holy weapon made by the ancient emperor with his own flesh and blood. Its power cannot be guessed. If it is not for the missing cover, the opponent has already been wiped out.
"Let's see how long you can last?!" Qing Jiao King shouted, and Tu Tian urged the clay pot again.
On the opposite side, an ancient tripod sinks and floats, with dragon patterns emerging on it, the style is simple and chaotic mist gathers.
This is an imitation of the Longwen Ding in the Holy Land of Shaking Light. It is controlled by an extremely powerful old man, and he does his best to fight against the earthy gray clay pot.
But the imitation is an imitation after all, even though it has been sacrificed by this elder for hundreds of years, it cannot withstand the holy soldiers of the ancient emperor.
Everyone urged it together, but after persisting for half an hour, the imitation dragon pattern tripod started to shake, and all the dragon patterns on it peeled off, and the luster dimmed.
"Crack!"
The imitation dragon pattern tripod finally failed, cracks appeared, and it was about to be shattered and swallowed by the clay pot.
"Old Tu, your holy weapon is too powerful. I am willing to pay any price to exchange it with you. You can take away everything I have." King Qingjiao said in amazement.
"In this life, I'll rely on it, and it's impossible to exchange it with others." Tu Tian flatly refused.
At this moment, the faces of the people in the Yaoguang Holy Land were all pale, their weapons were all shattered, and it was difficult to hold on.
The horror of extreme weapons makes people feel horrified, but it is a pity that the dragon pattern tripod in the Yaoguang Holy Land is the treasure of the town's religion and cannot be brought out easily, otherwise why would they be so passive.
On the other side, the Peacock King fought against the Lord of Light, traveling through one hundred and eight worlds, and the fight was indistinguishable.
The sun and the moon were dark, the sky and the earth were pale, and the two powerful mana were so powerful that they roared in the distant sky, and the rocky mountain on the ground was shaken to pieces.
Ye Fan was dazzled, and his extremely powerful weapon shocked him. The people in the Yaoguang Holy Land will end up with hatred because of this clay pot today.
He is not in a hurry to leave now, King Qingjiao and others have the absolute upper hand, if they destroy those old antiques and free up their hands, then the Holy Lord of Yaoguang must be in danger.
Right now, he can just go to the Peacock King and others, and leave with them, so he doesn't have to run away anymore.
"Brother Genius, those who work in our business must be loyal..." Tu Fei also rushed to the edge, landed, and appeared beside Ye Fan.
The Holy Maiden of the Fluctuating Light did not come after her, and now anyone can see that the situation of the big shots in the Holy Land of the Fluctuating Light is very bad. Being suppressed by the holy soldiers of the ancient emperor, they are in danger of dying physically and spiritually at every turn.
The "inheritance" of the Holy Land of Waving Light is profound, but the distant water cannot quench the near thirst, and it is too late to cross the void.
"boom!"
The distant sky vibrated, people shouted and beasts roared, and iron cavalry rode through the sky and came rumbling.
In the sky, there seemed to be a flood rushing towards the sky, with a murderous aura, and a big flag fluttered in the middle, with a large character written on it: Ginger!
The members of the Jiang family from the remote ancient family have arrived. They are one of the masters of the northern region, and they are much more powerful than the Yaoguang Holy Land in this region.
"Yaoguang fellow daoists, my Jiang family is here to help!"
Hundreds of iron cavalry rushed forward, with a few big men in the middle, with a fierce fighting spirit, like a rolling tide, rushing in, and the icy aura made people feel chills in their bones.
"What bad luck!" Tu Fei cursed.
In the sky, the Peacock King, Qing Jiao King, Tu Tian, etc. also changed their colors. Now, the powerful Jiang family came to help them, making them fall short.
The monks in the Yaoguang Holy Land shouted in unison. So far, many people have died in the battle, and they are about to collapse. Such a group of new troops suddenly came, and they are naturally excited.
"Brother Genius..." Tu Fei turned his head again and found that Ye Fan had already fled away, and he almost disappeared in the blink of an eye. ah."
Ye Fan didn't dare to delay, he knew he was worthless, the big bandits were fighting with the Holy Land, and if he stayed here with his strength, he could only be used as cannon fodder.
This is a group of strong people, there is not a single weak person, and those with a slightly inferior cultivation base have all been killed in the melee just now, and the blood fog is lingering. This battlefield is very tragic.
"boom!"
The rear vibrated violently, and the battle became fierce. King Qingjiao and Tu Tian became ruthless, ready to destroy a group of strong people at any cost.
The Peacock King also had sharp eyes, his murderous intent shook the world, and he transformed into a colorful peacock, tearing apart the world.
In the rear, everything boiled, and the sky and the earth seemed to be annihilated.
Ye Fan galloped like a ray of light across the ground, bringing his mysterious footwork to the extreme, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"I will come back later..." He disappeared into the vast land.
He needs to find a place to cultivate quietly and improve his strength, and he should not be involved in the fight.
The reddish-brown land stretches as far as the eye can see, with no vegetation, no water source, and only empty space and silence.
Seven or eight days have passed, and Ye Fan has rushed out for an unknown number of miles, let alone an oasis, without even seeing a small leaf.
Far away from that source area, Ye Fan let out a sigh of relief. From now on, the sea is wide enough for fish to leap, the sky is high for birds to fly, and he is no longer bound.
The foundation of the Holy Land of Fluctuating Light is in the Southern Region, and even if the Saintess of Fluctuating Light knew that he was in the Northern Territory, she could not send enough people to track him down.
The thirteen bandits are their biggest annoyance. It takes a lot of energy to keep the source mine, and it is difficult to take care of others.
"I need the practice method of the secret realm of the Dao Palace..." Ye Fan said to himself.
This is his biggest purpose for coming to the Northern Territory. Now that he has cultivated to the other side of the realm, time is running out, and he urgently needs the mind of Yaochi.
Thinking of this question, he had a headache for a while, and felt that he had created a huge problem for himself. The ideal is beautiful, but it is very difficult to act, and it is very difficult to succeed.
"The most effective method is to kidnap a Yaochi fairy in the secret realm of the Dao Palace, and then ask about the mystery."
However, the consequences of this are very serious. He has only learned one of the supreme secret arts of the Ji family, and has not practiced the ancient void scriptures, which has already caused disaster.
If it is true to kidnap the fairies of Yaochi and practice their secret techniques, it will definitely be a great disaster.
In the past, it was not that no one had practiced the ancient scriptures of the Holy Land, but in the end either the clan or the faction was wiped out, and all marks were erased.
The Holy Land and the Desolate Ancient Family valued their respective ancient scriptures more than anything else. No matter who learned it, they would definitely use all their strength to kill it.
"I set myself a huge problem..." Ye Fan gently rubbed his temples, if he had a choice, he really didn't want to take such a challenge.
"Fairies in Yaochi can marry, but it is said that the conditions are very harsh..." He remembered the old man Wu Qingfeng's words.
How could the lofty Yaochi Fairy marry a little monk like him.
Time is running out, and there is time in the difficulty to slowly approach the fairies of Yaochi. This road is quite difficult.
"Is it true that I want to be a big devil and snatch a Yaochi fairy?" Ye Fan was really embarrassed.
He doesn't want to be an enemy of Yaochi, but he really wants to get their way.
"What kind of conditions are needed to become the son-in-law of Yaochi..." Ye Fan thought wildly.
"Perhaps, there is still time to buffer." He thought of the words of the old man Wu Qingfeng. Many people who are powerful in ancient times only cultivate one secret realm, and they can also make their cultivation reach the extreme.
"There must be a lot of secrets in Lunhai that haven't been unearthed. Maybe I can rebuild it again and leave enough time to get close to the fairies in Yaochi."
Ye Fan feels that the most important thing now is to improve his strength, and he must do everything possible. He didn't want to be a "devil king" unless he had to.
After serious consideration, he thought that there were two preparations, no matter which one, he must have the strength of a demon king and be able to defeat the Yaochi Fairy in the secret realm of the Dao Palace.
Ye Fan didn't want to practice in this area, and felt that it was not far enough, so he continued to run to the distance. Along the way, I sometimes stop, blasting the reddish-brown earth, looking for the source block.
However, he gained very little. He didn't dig a few sources along the way, and he didn't grasp the essentials of finding ore.
After more than ten days, Ye Fan finally found the oasis and saw the people.
"I ran with the supreme secret method all the way. Although I said stop and go, I'm afraid it's 70,000 miles. It took me so long to see people..."
Such a vast area has already surpassed all the land on the earth, which made him sigh with emotion.
"Endless years ago, this land was covered with lush grass and races, tyrannical humanoid figures split the sky with their bare hands, and various temples stood on the land. What happened to make the Northern Territory a barren land?"
Ye Fan didn't stop, and continued to run forward. He didn't stop until the twentieth day, and decided to find a place to cultivate.
Along the way, the oases he saw ranged from a few miles in radius to thousands of miles in radius, spread all over the reddish-brown land.
The people in the Northern Territory are tough, and he has seen a lot of bloody incidents, fighting for the oasis and occupying the source mines.
Ye Fan didn't enter any oasis, and finally lived in seclusion in an empty desert. He dug a rocky mountain, opened up a cave, and began to practice in it.
The jade bottle is sacrificed, and the colorful sources fall in front of the eyes, gorgeous and dazzling, shining brightly, illuminating the cave abode.
According to preliminary estimates, these source blocks add up to a total of about sixty catties, which is a huge fortune that can improve his strength.
Ye Fan started to practice, ready to break through.
The so-called realm of the other shore is a realm of transformation. Legend has it that Shan Xiulun, an ancient power in the secret realm of Lunhai, will have nine lives and nine deaths.
In the end, the cocoon was transformed into a butterfly and returned to Dzogchen. As soon as he left the customs, the clouds moved in ten directions, and the vision soared to the sky.
Of course, this is the result of years and months, and some people even practice for it all their lives, and it does not happen overnight.
The practice of a single secret realm requires not only a strong mind, but also some ancient secret techniques, which Ye Fan doesn't understand, so it is impossible to compare with the ancient masters at the moment.
In the next seven days, the aura in the cave was dense, Ye Fan's sea of wheels presented various strange scenes, the green lotus trembled, the golden sea surged, the blue sky intertwined with thunder and lightning... His transformation began.