The strongest ancestor of Journey to the West

Chapter 4 The Lost Zhuxian Sword
Something in the corner exudes a familiar atmosphere!
Bai Fan couldn't help his heart beat faster, went forward to pick up something, and blew off the dust, it was a simple long sword with a sheath.

The scabbard looked a little tattered and simple, as if it was severely worn.The hilt of the sword is intact, looking simple and unsophisticated, like jade.

When he mentioned it, Bai Fan's heart beat faster, and then he became calm.

"Zhu Xian!!"

Bai Fan drew out the sword, and the sword body was engraved with the word "Zhu Xian" in very small ancient scriptures.

A gleam of memory flickered in his eyes, and he still remembered how beautiful it was when he was refining this sword.

Tens of millions of years ago, at the beginning of ignorance, in order to reward the three generations of disciples, Sun Tongtian, the master of Taoism, Bai Fan deliberately refined the Four Swords of Zhuxian in front of Zhushen.

At that time, the gods donated gold, and ten thousand immortals Jinbao.The useful and useless things were all refined by Bai Fan to refine the four peerless swords—the Four Swords of Jade Immortals.

I still remember that when Nuwa said that the Zhuxian sword would look good if it was refined into platinum, he listened and refined it into platinum.

Bai Fan looked down at the Zhu Xian Sword in his hand, the whole body of the sword was white and translucent, with a platinum luster, it looked extremely noble.

The ancient divine script on it was also engraved by him himself!

Bai Fan closed the sword, and murmured: "Isn't this thing given to Tong Tian, ​​why are you throwing it around?"

"Forget it, if you lack a handy weapon for the time being, just use it."

Bai Fan pursed his lips, and at the same time began to erase the mark of Master Tongtian on it.When he first refined Zhu Xian, he also refined the formation in it.

Although he is not as strong as in his previous life now, his aura is still there, and his familiarity with Zhu Xianjian is the only one in this world.

As long as he is willing, with a single thought, he can use the formation to erase the mark of Master Tongtian, and then add his own thoughts.

At this time, the Master Tongtian, who was far away on the Zizhi Cliff in Jiuzhang Luotian, who was comprehending the way of swordsmanship, suddenly opened his eyes, and murmured: "Why did the last breath of my connection with Zhuxian disappear?"

He stood up and frowned, "In today's world, there is no such thing as being able to endure. Who is it that got my Zhuxian Sword!?"

In the granary, Bai Fan pinned the Zhuxian Sword on his waist and used it as his own saber.

He carried a few fruits and stuffed them into his sleeve robe, then looked around and found that there were really no good things left, so he went out through the wall and returned to his post.

When he appeared, the old soldier was still asleep.

Its daybreak.

All night.

Bai Fan's strength has improved, but it is not known to others.

But the veterans who shared the same tent with Bai Fan, when they ate with him in the same pot, they all muttered, "Why do I think this new recruit's breath is different from yesterday."

While eating, the captain led the patrol team over to take a look at Bai Fan.

When he saw the ancient sword on Bai Fan's waist, his eyes were even more contemptuous, "Such a broken sword, if you still carry it on your body, you will die on the battlefield."

Seeing that Bai Fan was not dead, he also left.

It was only then that the others noticed the sword on Bai Fan's waist. They saw that the scabbard was broken, and the hilt was very simple, which seemed to be old.

A heavenly soldier who was watching the night with Bai Fan yesterday said: "Hey, newcomer, your sword is probably rusted, it should be replaced."

Bai Fan smiled without saying a word, just shook his head.

The others saw that he was a boring gourd, and they were all boring, so they didn't say any more.

People are willing to fight with rusty swords, and they deserve to die, so they don't persuade them much.

It was so peaceful, another two days passed.

That night, Bai Fan was still on vigil.

He still entered the granary while the veteran was asleep. He came in for the toothbrush.There are some spiritual fruits in it, which are quite delicious.

"Enemy attack~~~~"

"Woooooooo~~~~"

Suddenly, a broken drink tore through the darkness of the night.The sound of the horn spread throughout the entire ancient emperor's temple.

Then there were shouts of killing and screams outside the granary.

The demonic aura soared to the sky, and the murderous aura filled the ancient emperor's temple.

The earth was shaking, as if thousands of troops were rushing into battle.Then there was the sound of gold and iron clashing, screams and shouts of killing mixed together.

In the granary, Bai Fan put down the spiritual fruit in his hand and grabbed the Zhuxian sword at his waist.

His spiritual consciousness is far superior to that of an immortal, even a real immortal can't compare to him.This is also the benefit brought by his practice of Dayan Tiandao Jue.

When he released his consciousness, any disturbance in a ten-mile radius would be covered by his consciousness.

The ancient emperor's temple is already in chaos!
The monster is coming!

Even the outside of the ancient emperor's temple has been attacked by monsters, and it is extremely dilapidated.The road-rejecting horse was picked up, the watchtower was knocked down, and the fence was smashed. Everything announced: the demon is coming! !

There are thousands of heavenly soldiers in the Temple of the Ancient Emperor, and 2000 auxiliary soldiers.

After all, it is a granary, even if it is a bait, it will cost a lot of money.

There were not many monsters attacking, but there were about three thousand.However, demons are cruel by nature and brave in battle.Coupled with mental arithmetic and unintentional, and there are three real immortals and monsters taking the lead, they hit the granary in an instant.

Bai Fan didn't go out directly, he came to the gate of the granary, his whole body merged with the darkness, and his breath was dormant.

The granary will be opened eventually, and when thousands of troops step on the granary, Bai Fan will definitely bear the brunt of it!

However, Bai Fan still intends to do this, because he wants to win in the chaos.

The shouting and killing outside became weaker and weaker, but there were various sounds of burning flames, presumably the demon set fire to it!

"This breath!!?"

Bai Fan suddenly had goosebumps, and he sensed a scalp-tingling aura, which was not the aura that a true immortal should have at the beginning stage, but a half-step golden immortal! !
Three true immortals are not enough, now there is one more half-step golden immortal!
More than half of the heavenly soldiers died, and the rest had given up resistance and were ready to flee or surrender!

"Open the granary!!"

When the thick voice came, Bai Fan's body tightened, but his expression was very calm.

He grasped the scabbard with his left hand, pressed the hilt with his right hand, and was ready to draw the sword at any time.The sword-drawing pose, which is a sure-kill blow, can only be used once.

"Crack~~"

There was a knock on the door, and a light came in.

Then a huge body stood under the light, pulling out a long shadow with two horns on its head and holding a steel fork.

"Hahaha~~"

"A lot of food and grass, isn't it my old cow's first effort this time?"

Through the light, Bai Fan saw that standing in the middle was a ten foot tall Minotaur holding a steel fork, and he was overjoyed.

The half-step Golden Immortal breath came from him.

Bai Fan came out from the darkness, and the cold voice came out, "The head is yours, and your bull's head is also yours."

A cold light flashed, Bai Fan was already holding the sword, pointing at the sky!
(End of this chapter)