MTL - Rebirth – City Cultivation-v2 Chapter 1118 Nine days of celestial soldiers? (third more)

"So, all the puzzles are solved. It is not a 'make **** palace' at all. The plaque at the entrance to the temple must be written by the teacher. So it is the ancient Chinese text, and this palace was Heavenly Soldiers will be their homes. Only those who were born in the fairyland and follow the ancient immortals in the Quartet will be thousands of feet high." Chen Fan said softly.

Tianbingtian will only be a legend.

In this universe, millions of years and even tens of millions of years, it is not necessary to witness the Heavenly Soldiers. After all, no one has soared for thousands of years.

Don't say that Heavenly Soldiers will.

The existence of the squadron and the celestial world has become a question in the universe.

Many people are skeptical that the immortals who were recorded in the ancient times recorded in the ancient times are not fake. They just left the universe and went to other worlds.

But Chen Fan is the only one who has seen it.

He has not only seen it, but even handed it over with them, killing the heavens and the earth, blood flowing into the river, and people turning over.

At that time, those Heavenly Soldiers, boundless and boundless, were even taller than the ‘Cloud Giant’, who was the tallest in the depths of the stars. Only the legendary ‘Star Giant’ could surpass them. And every cultivation is done, and the lowest is above the gods. Those days will be more true.

Recalling the killings of those days and those days, Chen Fan sneered, and there was a hint of killing in his eyes.

"In this way, the temple should be renamed ‘Heavenly Temple,' and the Yuanshen Palace is the name of the later. But since this name, there must be a profound meaning.” Chen Fan thought about it.

He quickly shuttled through several palaces. Seeing that the Tibetan Pavilion and the Jiayi Pavilion were empty, they were obviously looted. This is not what Chen Fan expected.

Even though those Heavenly Soldiers are not in the eyes of Chen Fan in the past, they are like ants, and they are crushed to death. But they are just a piece of armor, a soldier, falling into the room, are the treasures of the gods, and even the existence of the quasi-class.

It is necessary to know that the immortal world is equally cultivated, but it is stronger than the mortal, and the same treasures are far better than the mortal magic.

"Is there a piece of tile left?"

Chen Fan is completely speechless.

He turned a few palaces completely into a circle, and saw nothing, leaving only empty stones.

"Forget it."

Chen Fan shook his head.

He carried his hands, stepped out of the Tibetan army, was preparing to leave, and continued to chase the sun boy of the sun god, suddenly his eyes condensed and fell on a corner.

"what?"

I saw a broken blade on the corner. The blade is a few feet high, the whole body is dark, the surface is rusty, the green rust is everywhere, the surrounding is full of dust, I don't know how many millennia, 10,000 years have passed, there is no trace of aura, it has become a scrap iron.

"this is..."

Chen Fan touched his chin and walked around the 'broken blade' for a few laps.

He shot and gently tapped the 'broken blade', only to see the sound of the big bell and the big Lu on his knife. It was very crisp. The material is incomparably special. It is made of materials that Chen Fan has never seen in this life. It is extremely strong, and even Chen Fan has not been able to shake his points.

"From the material point of view, this 'broken blade' is definitely not hundreds of thousands of years ago. It is a bit like the ancient times, there used to be some kind of 'Xianjin', which is usually used to create the immortal. Treasure, the use of the strongest fairy. Now the whole universe, I am afraid that there are not many such immortals. When I built Xianbao, I went to other worlds."

Chen Fan frowned.

The radiance in his eyes was inconsistency, thinking: "This blade should belong to a horn blade of a certain stalk, or a knife blade. Finally, it was broken in the war, and the scent was dissipated. Fantie is here."

The weapons used by Tianbing Tianjun are all created by the immortal world. They are made of 'Xianjin'. They are extremely precious, and they are thousands of feet long. These high-cut blades are placed on a fairy. Just a small piece of thumb.

But even if the aura is scattered, it is invaluable to turn into a ferry.

After all, that is the fairy gold!

In order to find the fairy tales, Chen Fan did not know how many worlds he had stepped through. He fought with countless Xingqiang monsters and beasts, and broke into the ancient sects of millions of years. It’s just a piece of 'Sinjin' that is the size of a palm.

"Of course, such a large piece is definitely not a fairy gold casting, otherwise its value may be more valuable than a Taiko Holy Land, enough to make the nine immortals really break their heads. But at least It is doped with 'Xianjin', so it is so strong that it will be immortal after thousands of years."

Later, many of the celestial powers that swept through the entire ‘Heavenly Soldier’s Hall, I don’t know why, for whatever reason, it might have lost its aura, so it was inadvertently missed. And those sons and gods, the young geniuses, do not know Taishan, do not know that this used to be a heavenly fairy, so I did not care.

But Chen Fan is ecstatic.

Even if it is only the corner of a system of patriotic soldiers, the remnants are broken. Even if the scent of the spirits is gone, it has become a mortal iron after millions of years. But it is, after all, a ‘fair soldier’, cast with immortal gold.

There is no magical power, but it is only a solid and sharp, and it is above all the treasures. It is a common **** treasure, and it may not be comparable.

"If I hold this soldier, why do I need to use the "Flying Immortal Sword"? I am afraid that under the attack, I will be able to split the Taishou Tiantian Ship and the Promise Star Boat into two pieces. What the sun god, the Promise of the Son of God, is even more Can't be beaten. Under all the treasures, I can't stop me." Chen Fan laughed.

Moreover, Chen Fan's eyes are slightly stunned, and his keen knowledge of the faint sensibility can be felt. The depth of the broken blade seems to still contain a trace of energy condensation. The energy is incomparably weak, but it has not faded after millions of years.

Obviously, this scorpion soldier, unlike its surface, has been completely transformed into a mortal iron.

"call."

Chen Fan tried to inject a hint of mana, but the 'broken blade' did not respond at all.

Chen Fan ignored and continued to strengthen the injection.

With the increasing injection of mana, in the end, the green rust on the 'broken blade', some of which were stripped apart, looming a glimmer of light.

Then, an invisible suction came from the depths of the Xianbing. Chen Fan only felt that his own huge real element was instantly like a dyke, and was taken away by this half-cutting blade. 10%, 20%, 30%... In the end, the blade sucked Chen Fan's mana close to 90%, which is equivalent to a true Yuan of a late monk, and finally made a whisper.

"Hey."

At this time, the blade gently vibrates, and it has a lot of green and copper rust on the black body. It disappears at this moment, revealing a crystal-clear blade.

The knives shine more and more, and in the end, they become a group of celestial celestial lights, and a stock is released from the higher level of sacred atmosphere. Although this is only a small section of the cleavage of the Xianbing, but from the order, it is much higher than the many treasures of the human world, the first treasure of the holy treasure, after all, is the blade of the fairy world.

"Get up."

Chen Fan shot and wanted to pull it up.

However, the 'broken blade' stayed in place, and did not move at all, letting Chen Fan suffice to condense the strong flower of the 'end of the flower', and even pull up the powerful mana of Mount Tai, and could not shake the broken blade, even the fairy above the broken blade. Light, at this moment, gradually converges, gradually fades away, and is not moved by Chen Fan. Obviously, the sun **** son and so on have also found this broken blade, but they can not take it out when they exhausted their methods, and let them stay here. At the moment, this ‘broken blade’ did not agree with Chen Fan.

But Chen Fan sneered:

"Hey, what do you want to eat after eating? I think, I am the ants of the ants? It is your master. I didn't know how many of them were killed. Not to mention the broken slash of the area."

Finished.

Chen Fanyi pinched the law, his hands changed like a dragon, and he slammed his foot and slammed:

""Xuantian Controls the Soldiers", refining!"

Hey!

A red ray of light, shot from the palm of Chen Fan, fell on the broken blade.

The **** light was twisted like a scorpion, and it instantly rushed over the broken blade, madly infiltrating into it. It is like the magic spell imposed by the wizard, so that the violent vibration of the broken blade is a thousand times louder than the previous tweet, and the fairy light inside is more blooming, just like a fairy flower. The gorgeous light filled the entire stone room. The horror of Xianwei from his arrogance, like a piece of blade, so that Chen Fan's skin is split apart, revealing a trace of blood.

However, Chen Fanli was unreasonable, staring firmly at the ‘broken blade’, and madly injecting mana into the ‘Xuantian’s control.’

Hey.

As the mana was injected, the sound of the broken blade screamed louder and louder. At the end, it rang through the entire temple, like a dragon. The red light, which is almost visible to the naked eye, first emerges from the top and then spreads to the lower end.

One foot, two feet, three feet...

One foot, two feet, three feet...

In the meantime, the 'broken blade' struggling fiercely, and even released the knife gas, and cut Chen Fan's body into a wound of nearly a long length of time. The blood was smashed, the biggest wound, and even almost cut Chen Fan into two pieces. . However, Chen Fan’s face was cold and he never ignored it. He only operated the law and forced the refining of the broken blade. The **** light is still spreading.

To the end.

When the blood was completely shrouded in the whole handle, the "broken blade", the fairy light on the broken blade slammed brightly, and then converges in an instant, turning into a common black warrior blade that is only a few feet long.

Chen Fan stretched out his hand and saw that the knife face was black as a mirror. If you look closely, you can see a trace of **** lines.

now.

Chen Fan is clear that he has finally refining this ‘仙兵’. But I want to completely incorporate it into my own real blade. I don’t know how long it will take like a sword.

But Chen Fan is not in a hurry, just a smile:

"falling into my hands, you still want to turn over? It is your master who came, and this seat is also slap in the face."

There is no movement in the broken blade, but Chen Fan feels the deepest part of it, shaking slightly and being unspeakable.

Chen Fan ignored it and looked up at the temple: "It is time to find the trouble of the sun god."