MTL - Sword Slaying The Heavens-Chapter 727 Qianmo Villa

  Chapter 727 Qianmo Villa

  The wind howled, and the void was distorted.

  Chen Fan only felt that his physical body was being pulled by a huge force, which almost tore him into pieces.

But just because he has tempered his physical body so many times, and reshaped it from Nirvana in the Three Flavors True Fire, coupled with his cultivation in the mid-stage of distraction, it is enough to shake such a huge force. Only the physical body feels pain, but it cannot cause it harm.

  After a few breaths, the scene in front of Chen Fan suddenly darkened, the sun was no longer there, the surroundings were pitch black, and strands of cold wind hit his back, as if he had come to a place of death.

  He knew in his heart that he had already arrived in this dark void world, and he didn't even step into the void passage, only using this bronze array to drive forward.

   It's just that in this boundless and vast void, Chen Fan couldn't feel whether he was moving or not at all, but the pulling force on his body was not reduced at all.

  He stabilized the true energy in his dantian, held his breath, closed his eyes slightly, and waited for the change.

   After an unknown amount of time, a ray of light suddenly appeared in front of him, the size of a grain of rice, but it was very eye-catching in the darkness of nothing.

   Chen Fan sensed something, opened his eyes suddenly, and a sword heart beat involuntarily.

   Arrived, the place is full of relics of the first person of Tianjiao, finally arrived.

  The battle blood in his body surged uncontrollably, and the heart of the sword was trembling, which was excitement and excitement.

  As time went by, the light gradually grew larger in front of him, until he could see the green hills in the ruins, some ancient houses, and the traces of battles with divine light from time to time.

This is a battlefield that has never stopped. With so many lonely and strong geniuses gathered together, there are bound to be countless conflicts. Chen Fan has long been mentally prepared, but he can't help but feel serious in his heart, because it means that those people's combat experience may be more serious. Far richer than him.

  Although the people here are created by the Dao of Heaven, they don’t have spiritual consciousness like the lightning of human nature. They are a group of existences that are almost the same as the human race.

  Boom—!

The moment Chen Fan approached the ruins infinitely, the bronze array plate in his hand trembled suddenly, and then the space in all directions exploded suddenly. It was a blur, and the dazzling light made him, who was used to the darkness for so long, close his eyes instantly.

However, when he opened his eyes again, his feet had landed on the ground. He looked around and found that he was in a backward village. There were hardly any people in the village. There are many new footprints left on the ground.

  Chen Fan held his breath, put the bronze array plate into the storage ring and put it away, and then carefully explored his consciousness to see if there were any monks in this village.

  However, at the moment when his consciousness came out, a few figures suddenly appeared at the entrance of the street not far away. Two men and one woman, with cold expressions and cold eyes, stared directly at Chen Fan.

   "Human Race?" The woman stared at Chen Fan and asked with a look of displeasure.

  Chen Fan frowned slightly. He thought that his arrival would not attract too many people's attention, but he did not expect to be discovered so soon.

Facing the three people in front of him, Chen Fan's heart also shivered slightly. These three people are all in the middle stage of distraction, and their strength is absolutely not bad, not weaker than him at all. Chen Fan felt a dangerous aura.

   "Mute?" Another young man asked again, seeing that Chen Fan didn't respond, his face darkened slightly.

   "Who are you?" Chen Fan looked at the three of them calmly and asked.

  After the three of them heard the words, murderous intentions appeared on their faces. The young man shook his head slightly and sneered: "It really is a human race. It hasn't appeared for so many years, so I thought it was all dead."

   "Didn't a fat man come here some time ago, but unfortunately he had already left when he found out, but this time, a small character came, so he could have a good torture." The woman also chuckled and said in a deep voice.

   Only the man in red didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, his eyes just stared at Chen Fan coldly, and finally he suddenly whispered to a man and a woman: "This man is not simple, don't underestimate the enemy."

  The young man and the woman were startled when they heard the words, and then looked at Chen Fan again, and then their expressions suddenly changed.

   "The breath of the Eighth Ninth Xuan Gong, how come?" The woman was a little surprised.

  The young man was even more moved, and asked suspiciously: "Six-eared macaque, are you kidding us?"

   "I'm not it." Chen Fan shook his head lightly and said, not afraid of these three people at all, since he came, he was already ready to fight at any time.

   It's just that although the three of them were not kind, they never intended to do anything. They only talked to him at the intersection of the street, and they never even got close.

When Chen Fan was suspicious, he heard a small wooden door on his right suddenly opened with a "squeak", and immediately poked his head out. After sneaking a look at Chen Fan's words, he said quietly: "Fellow Daoist, don't worry about it." Get out, you'll be safe here."

Chen Fan was taken aback. When he came out with his consciousness just now, he clearly felt that there should be no one in the village, but he didn't expect to find something else. He looked at the head exposed behind the small wooden door, and then realized that it was a rough-looking man. The big man is also in the middle stage of distraction, but it seems to be a little different.

  Chen Fan didn't trust anyone, he just looked at the big man and asked in a deep voice, "Who are you? What is this place?"

The big man still shrank behind the wooden door, and said in a low voice: "This is naturally Qianmo Villa, everyone here is surnamed Mo, and I am the owner here, named Mo Longyou, you should come from the fairy world, it's really strange , No one has come here for so many years, but recently it has become lively again."

   "Qianmo Villa?" Chen Fan was taken aback, and he looked around again. In this dilapidated and ancient village, there was nothing that could be called a villa.

Mo Longyou ignored this, instead he waved to Chen Fan and said, "Fellow Daoist, don't stay outside, other people will come soon, they are qualified to enter the village to attack you, and will You are caught as a slave, and the only way to be safe is to enter the house during this time."

   "I am the one who is here for the sake of the war, and my friendship is appreciated." Chen Fan shook his head and declined.

But Mo Longyou sighed helplessly, and said, "You dare to come here without knowing anything? This place has changed a lot these years, it's not the same as before. I know you're here to try, but it's definitely not the time like now , at least seven days before you can go out."

   "Why?" Chen Fan asked.

"Because during this period of time, the people who came here are all servants of heaven, and they are all above the body-fitting state. We have no shortage of strong people in the late stage of distraction in Qianmo Villa. At this moment, we are also obediently staying in the back room. I recognize a kind of breath in your body. The formula practiced by an expert, he has a good relationship with my Mo family, so I ventured out to persuade you." Mo Longyou said again, looking at the sky from time to time, with a somewhat anxious expression.

   But Chen Fan was shocked. Before he came, the fat Taoist priest hadn’t mentioned the matter of the slaves of Heavenly Dao, let alone the state of fit. He suddenly had difficulty distinguishing whether the words of the big man in front of him were true or not.

  (end of this chapter)