Global Cataclysm: Appearance of Ancestral Tablets at the Beginning

Except for the sleeves, even Chen An's hairs have not been burned out.

The old dragon's face froze for a moment, showing horror.

This time it wasn't a disguise, he was really scared.

It's not that he hasn't met Tianji before, he can meet Tianji, relying on his profound strength, he doesn't care about his attacks, and often when the holy fire is approaching, he will show a panic look, and then be burned to ashes.

The void flame left in Chen An's arm was originally his backhand against the opponent.

Who would have thought that it would be wiped out by the opponent so easily!

Chen An shook his hands, a little dissatisfied, and simply tore off his sleeves.

"Any last words?"

Chen An looked at the old leader blankly.

The latter slapped the table with his palm, and the table was shattered, turning into sharp sawdust, and slapped towards Chen An's face, while he himself, turned into a shadow, fled towards the window.

"Come on, as long as I can escape through the window, I can leave, and then..."

The old dragon head stopped, looked at the sword tip protruding from his chest, and turned his head to look in Chen An's direction.

The latter was still sitting on the chair, with the sawdust in front of him suspended in the air.

Looking at him coldly through the gap between the heavy sawdust.

"Fly, fly sword...human race!"

The old leader was horrified.

If he knew that the opponent was a human race, he would never run away directly, but turned around and desperately.

Even if the opponent is a human race of the same level, Feijian's speed is much faster.

It was pitch black, and the old dragon fell to the ground.

Sawdust crackled and fell to the ground, Chen An took two steps forward and put away the old dragon head's body.

His spiritual power swept around the room, but he was a little disappointed when he heard that the old guy didn't have any treasures to hide.

Opening the door, Chen An walked downstairs.

Chi Ling and Chi Youyun, who were standing by the door waiting, also hurriedly followed.

"The Lord loves him, he actually!"

After getting along for a few days, Chi Lingli learned about Chen An's true strength from Chi Youyun.

Although it is unbelievable in my heart, it is more believable for a son of a vanguard official to say that he is at the heaven level than that he is at the spiritual level.

Chen An did not leave immediately.

Turning downstairs, Chen An stood outside the kitchen door.

"You two are waiting here, I will go back as soon as I go."

"Yes."

The two replied in unison.

After turning on the super sensory heart, Chen An entered the kitchen.

In this inn, instead of what Old Man Long thought, there were only two earth-level masters. Instead, there were several heavenly-level and one extraordinary, guarding two turtle clansmen.

Chen An could probably guess why these people came to the territory of the Banlong clan.

The strength of the White Bull Clan is stronger than that of the Turtle Clan. As neighbors, they presumably came here to borrow troops or form an alliance.

Of course, these have nothing to do with him.

After opening the mechanism, Chen An walked into the altar below.

With his eyesight, even in a dark environment, it is not difficult to find the altar.

Coming to the front of the altar, a cluster of flames rose up, illuminating the surroundings.

"Sure enough, the old man himself can't hold too many void flames, all the flames he collected are here."

Looking at the altar in front of him, Chen An thought to himself.

Open the eyes of the sky, under the eyes of the sky, there is a black flame burning in the altar, and at the bottom of these flames, there is nothingness.

There is an energy that Chen An can take a fancy to, and it seems to be the source of this void flame.

He thought for a while and took out the Zanpakuto.

As soon as Zanpakudao appeared, it trembled slightly.

If Chen An hadn't grasped it, he might have rushed towards the void flames.

A smile appeared on the corner of Chen An's mouth.

Sure enough, the void flame is still beneficial to Zanpakuto.

After thinking for a while, he didn't take out the Zanpakuto immediately, but took out the bloodthirsty sword.

A ray of white light flashed away, and then turned into a shadow, rushing towards the flames in the void.

"Huh?" Chen An's voice was full of surprise.

He reached out and grabbed the hilt of the bloodthirsty sword in his hand.

A white light burst out from the blade, cutting towards Chen An's arm.

Chen An narrowed his eyes, and it was true that the Bloodthirsty Sword was no match for him, but it was the first time he took the initiative to attack his master.

The sword light cut through Chen An's intact sleeve again, and several white marks appeared on Chen An's golden skin, and quickly dissipated.

Well, now it's balanced, and both sleeves are gone.

Chen An smiled wryly in his heart, and raised the bloodthirsty sword to his eyes to watch.

Just now, the bloodthirsty sword didn't release its full power, just to scare him, but since the sword spirit has the idea of ​​attacking its master, he can't just let it go, otherwise, if the bloodthirsty sword slows down when fighting with others, He is still alive.

The bloodthirsty sword was still trembling slightly, and the sword spirit in it was threatening Chen An.

"Humph!"

Chen An snorted coldly, with a murderous intent in his eyes: "Believe it or not, I wiped you out!"

For others, the sword spirit is a very precious existence.

This is no different for Chen An.

But what he needs is a sword spirit who can help him in battle, not a sword spirit who might devour the master. It's fine to have a little temper on weekdays, but if the opponent dares to attack him, this won't work, he has to change !

Throwing the Zanpakuto aside, Chen An held the blade with both hands.

The bloodthirsty sword had stopped trembling, and the blade rubbed against Chen An's fingers to create flames, bursts of sparks sputtering.

In a blink of an eye, the bloodthirsty sword had been broken into a slightly curved arc by Chen An.

The sword spirit in it didn't know whether he knew he was wrong, or he didn't want to admit his mistake, and he didn't say a word from the beginning to the end.

With a sneer on his face, he said again: "Why, I really thought I would spoil you!"

"You were raised by me, and you dare to attack me as soon as you take shape. I don't even dare to think about what you want to do in the future."

The Zanpakuto wobbled towards him.

Without the support of Chen An's spiritual power, it would be extremely difficult for him to move.

When he came to Chen An, the blade trembled slightly, sending out a signal of pleading.

"It's you too! What's wrong with teaching, you're all red, you're so ugly!"

Chen An glared at it.

The Zanpakuto swayed a little more.

Chen An gave him a white look.

Regarding the aesthetics of this knife, he really has nothing to say. As for the other party's protest that red is the best, he pretended not to hear it.

But in the end, Chen An let go.

The sword spirit in the bloodthirsty sword has followed him for a long time.

From Tianpin Hanjian, he began to train each other.

With the addition of void flames, even the Zanpakuto couldn't resist the temptation, the opponent just hit it, it was really okay.

It's like a country boy who sees a big city for the first time will take risks under extreme temptation.

Throwing the bloodthirsty sword casually, Chen An said, "I'll give you 3 minutes, if I can't persuade you little brother, I'll wipe it off and find you a new little brother."

The Zanpakudao shook, and with the support of Chen An's spiritual power, it flew out with a whooping sound.