Xianhong Road

Chapter 477 Indestructible Will

"I seem to have a belief: with this sword in hand, the Northern Qin Xiuxian world is invincible in the world!!"

Yang Fan held the broken sword with a solemn and dignified expression, and his voice revealed an indomitable self-confidence.

Northern Qin is invincible! ! !

Butian King and Hu Fei were shocked.

This is too crazy...

The two looked at each other, and looked at Yang Fan with strange eyes.

Even if Yang Fan stepped into the Nascent Soul, it was only at the initial stage. In this land of Northern Qin, there are many strong Nascent Souls.

Even a demonic master at the level of Sanyou Old Demon is extremely terrifying, not to mention the three supreme Nascent Soul cultivators above this.

If Yang Fan really had such abilities, let alone killing Sanyou old devil, it would not be difficult to sweep Bei Qin.

"What's so mysterious about this broken sword that it can increase your strength?"

King Butian asked puzzledly.

"This is not an ordinary sword. It is infused with Wushuang's lifelong energy and profound swordsmanship."

"What's even more inconceivable is that even though Wushuang is dead, his sword will still be imprinted on it, making this broken sword imprinted with his spiritual will and profound knowledge of the sword."

Yang Fan took a deep breath, showing admiration from the bottom of his heart.

The sword breaks, the soul dies, the person dies,

Strong will, eternal, immortal! !
This is already beyond the comprehension of the monks in the lower realm.

"Wu Shuang... What is your background?"

Yang Fan tightly held this half-cut sword that was trembling, still exuding clanging sword energy, and unyielding will.

Suddenly, he recalled the scene he experienced in Jiuyou Square, and suddenly appeared in his mind:

"What is the meaning of your existence?"

Wushuang was silent for a while, staring at the black crystal demon corpse that was so powerful that he couldn't resist the thought.

"The meaning of my existence is to maintain the will of this place... Eh!"

The black crystal demon spirit corpse was half-speaking, but suddenly stopped...

He stared at Wushuang, and said with a look of horror: "You are... Wushuang? I can feel the unique breath on your body."

"How do you know my name? Did we know each other before?" Wushuang also recalled something.

"No, not only me, there are many people who know you. Do you know how many people in these seven worlds miss you?"

"Hahaha... This world is too crazy... I didn't expect you to fall to such a point."

"I did it voluntarily." Wushuang said: "In order to escape the fate in the dark, this is what a voice deep in my soul told me."

"Hahaha... Impossible! The supreme high-speed railway rule cannot be violated!"

The black crystal demon corpse laughed and mocked endlessly.

"What kind of existence am I..."

Wushuang forgot the fear and fear in his heart, and in his deep and dark eyes, there was an ethereal and uncertain sword faintly, which seemed to block the reincarnation of time and space for a lifetime.

"You are unparalleled, heaven and earth, unique, truly unique, unparalleled in the world..." Demon God's eyes flashed a strange brilliance, but he said regretfully: "Unfortunately, my memory is limited, Many, many things have been forgotten..."

……

"Going to the sky and entering the earth, there is no one else, there is no match in the world..."

Yang Fan read a few words lightly, and the trembling force of the half-cut sword in his hand was even stronger, as if it aroused a resonance.

"Wushuang... Wushuang... I seem to have guessed it." Yang Fan muttered to himself.

"What did you guess?"

Hu Feian couldn't help but asked eagerly.

"It's just a guess, no one can say for sure. But I can be sure that Wushuang's life experience is extraordinary, and he inherited the will of the supreme sword, most of which came from the upper realm."

"No wonder...his comprehension is tens of thousands of times higher than that of ordinary people." Yang Fan's face showed a look of enlightenment.

"Let's not talk about Wushuang's life experience and origin, how much has your strength improved after getting this broken sword?"

Butian King asked impatiently.

He is most concerned about Yang Fan's current strength.

"Bei Qin is invincible." Yang Fan's unprecedented voice sounded again.

Northern Qin is invincible...

Butian King's face twitched violently.

"Are you dreaming, or being possessed by Wushuang?"

Hu Fei looked at Yang Fan with a strange expression on his face.

No matter how stupid he is, he still understands the most basic principles.

"It's my intuition, there's nothing wrong with it." Yang Fan showed a pensive look on his face: "It's just..."

"Just what?" Hu Fei was slightly taken aback.

"...It's just that I can only use the power of this broken sword once." Yang Fan realized it, and said: "The power of this sword is unstoppable under Huashen. However, if I can't kill the enemy, You will die yourself."

"what!!"

King Butian and Hu Fei turned pale with surprise.

This is too weird.

"Then... how sure are you that you can kill Sanyou Old Demon?"

King Butian asked.

"I'm [-]% sure of killing the Great Cultivator Nascent Soul, and at least [-]% sure of killing the Sanyou Old Demon. And it's a one-shot kill." Yang Fan said in a deep voice, "It's just... Most of the Nascent Soul strongmen have secrets to save their lives. Techniques, such as Nascent Soul Leaving Body, Transforming Blood Flying Escape, etc. And I only have one chance to use the sword, if the timing is not right, if I can't completely wipe out the enemy, I will die myself."

"The kendo will that this Broken Sword inherits is really extreme!"

Butian King sighed: "Ninety percent sure, it's already very big, it depends on whether you are willing to take risks."

"Let's start with a long-term plan. This Broken Sword will be my last trump card. If I fight alone, I won't be afraid of Sanyou Old Demon at all."

Yang Fan smiled lightly: "Let me spend some time to experience the profound meaning of this sword again, maybe there will be another turning point."

King Butian nodded: "This is better, your potential is greater than Sanyou old devil, you can wait for your strength to improve, and you will be more confident."

Yang Fan smiled and said nothing, if he could easily advance to the middle and late stages of Yangen, he would not need to rely on the power of this sword at all.

"By the way, Yang Fan, before Wushuang died, he wanted me to convey a word..."

Hu Fei's eyes were a little rosy.

"What did he say?" Yang Fan's hand holding the broken sword froze suddenly.

"He said: 'Tell him, whoever killed me, he will avenge me... Also, tell him, Wushuang has already repaid the favor owed to him'."

Hu Fei almost finished speaking with sobs.

Yang Fan's expression was suffocated, and his mind suddenly sank into the half-cut sword.

The memory picture from 28 years ago was conveyed to his mind through this broken sword:

"No, I will die soon." Wushuang's tone was very calm: "The reason why I still use the dead body to resurrect my soul is because of a persistent will in my heart. Now, I have something for you to convey to him."

"You said."

Hu Fei took a deep breath and wiped away the sparkle from the corners of his eyes.

"Tell him, whoever killed me, he will definitely avenge me... Also, tell him, Wushuang has already repaid the favor owed to him."

Wushuang smiled happily, as if she had absolute confidence that Yang Fan would definitely avenge herself.

"Okay, I will definitely tell him, but don't die, don't die!"

Hu Fei shouted hard.

"Tell him...you must tell him..."

Wushuang's vitality suddenly disappeared.

The sword breaks, the soul dies, and the body dies.

Perhaps, Wushuang will no longer exist.

However, his will is immortal!

"Ah!" Hu Fei hugged Wushuang's body and cried loudly.

……

In my mind, the picture is broken
Yang Fan's heart was shocked, he felt his throat was congested and his eyes were moist.

There are mixed feelings in my heart, I don't know whether it is moving, guilt, or admiration.

"Tell him, whoever killed me, he will definitely avenge me... Also, tell him, Wushuang has already repaid the favor owed to him."

This voice echoed repeatedly in his mind.

In the secret room, the three of them were silent for a while.

"Wushuang, just because of your trust in me, I will definitely take the head of Sanyou old devil."

Yang Fan rubbed his eyes, took back the half-cut sword, and then asked King Butian, "Did you bring my father's body?"

"Brought it."

King Butian waved his hand, and a crystal coffin appeared in the secret room, in which lay a handsome middle-aged man whose appearance was seven points similar to Yang Fan.

Yang Fan examined it for a long time, speechless.

"The corpse is well preserved, and even the soul has not dissipated much. Now that you are promoted to the high-level Nascent Soul, see if it is possible..."

Make up the sky and the king's way.

Yang Fan nodded, he didn't want to save his father.

He closed his eyes and put one hand on the crystal coffin.

A moment later, a stream of warm and crystal green light flowed through Yang Tian's whole body through the crystal coffin.

Under the nourishment of this warm green, Yang Tian's corpse seemed to have a little more vitality.

After a long time, Yang Fan frowned and withdrew his hand.

"What's wrong?" King Butian asked.

"Back to life, the legendary resurrection technique... I originally thought it was too simple. Although the body can be easily restored to life, the soul is not so simple."

Yang Fan said quietly.

"Isn't that hopeless?" King Butian was a little disappointed.

"No," Yang Fan shook his head: "If my cultivation level can go up to a higher level and surpass the current level, maybe I can perform the real 'returning soul technique'."

The Soul Resurrection Art is a god-defying divine art in the Lay Healing Chapter of Xianhong Jue. It is difficult to perform it with Yang Fan's current cultivation level.

"Cultivation to a higher level, isn't it necessary to promote the legendary stage of transformation... But in the past 10 years, there has never been a stage of transformation in the land of Northern Qin, and I haven't even heard of it. said."

King Butian frowned: "The Xuanjing ice coffin can only preserve the body for a hundred years at most, and it has been 30 years now."

"As for the technique of bringing the dead back to life, I will go to Teacher Poison King or Senior Medicine King for advice if I have the time. Maybe there is a turning point."

Yang Fan sighed.

After bringing the Xuanjing ice coffin into Xianhong's space, Yang Fan began to ask the two about the internal situation of the Dark Blood Dynasty.

"I spend most of my time in retreat, with only a few subordinates." Hu Fei shook his head.

King Butian is the elder of the Dark Blood Dynasty, he understands the situation very well, and explained it to Yang Fan in detail.

Yang Fan listened carefully, but the more he listened, the more gloomy his face became.

"I didn't expect... The Dark Blood Dynasty was really infiltrated by other forces, and the King of Devouring Heaven has long had a rebellious heart, intending to subvert the organization!"

A cold light flickered in Yang Fan's eyes.

"Hmph, I just wanted to kill that guy, but he wouldn't let me." Hu Fei grumbled with dissatisfaction.

"I'm worried that there are powerful forces behind the 'king of devouring the sky', so I don't dare to startle the snake."

Butian King explained.

"You're right," Yang Fan nodded. "Before we deal with Sanyou old devil, we must first revive the Dark Blood Dynasty. This is the most important thing."

Subsequently, the three began to discuss countermeasures and details.

Playing with the conspiracy layout, Yang Fan and King Butian discussed with gusto, but Hu Fei had one head and two big heads.

Three days later, Yinsan came over with a flustered face and reported:

"Report to the king—"

"'Sky Devourer King' and others are leaving for Wuliu Town..."

(One more arrival.

[The protagonist wants to revive the Dark Blood Dynasty, and the "Xianhong Road" exchange group also needs to revive the bloodline... I have visited the group a few times before, and found that there is really no atmosphere for communication, so let's solve it.Fast Food intends to build a new group, focusing on blood. Welcome Qidian book friends and loyal readers of this book. For details on the group number, please refer to the Qidian book review area. 】

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