The strongest collapse system

Chapter 974

Wang Fan's holy sword Yin Yang and the sword of the stars collided violently. Two powerful sword qis were continuously born and then began to disappear. Straits of black and white sword qi ran violently, and the world with a radius of hundreds of miles began to explode. Shake up.

Even, the trend of shock is spreading more and more widely.

This is the impact caused by the collision of the masters of the eighth level of the heavenly immortal.

"He has also practiced Dao power and achieved the unity of ten thousand swords, but he has not yet comprehended the mysteries of space and reached the realm of breaking the void with the sword."

In the short time between the two of them, Wang Fan has already figured out the opponent's strength.

In terms of strength alone, Wang Fan is already at the ninth level of the Celestial Immortal, and in the Shattered Void Realm, he can gain the upper hand, but because of the restrictions of the Wuzhou Great Formation, he dare not make a full-scale attack.

Otherwise, he would have to go overseas due to rejection by the formation.

"It seems that I have to use it!"

With a thought in Wang Fan's mind, he moved his hand, and suddenly a square, three-foot-sized ancient pagoda appeared in his palm.

It is "Yutian Tower".

Originally Wang Fan didn't want to use this magic weapon.

Money touches people's hearts, not to mention a supreme artifact like Yutian Pagoda?
Now that Wang Fan is in Dongsheng Shenzhou, he is not familiar with the place, and he is vaguely hostile to the Nine Great Immortals. If the news that he owns the Yutian Tower is leaked out, it will even attract the covetousness of many experts.

It's just that it has to do it now, the old man of Jianmen is aggressive, and it will be dangerous when more masters are attracted.

buzzing...

As soon as the Yutian Pagoda came out, it released a terrifying aura that covered the four poles of the world and filled the infinite void. With a slight rotation, the pagoda turned into a huge tower tens of feet high.

Then the majestic power and coercive aura suppressed the star sword intent of the eagle-nosed old man.

The starry sky that shrouded the sword lake let out an overwhelmed whine, and began to crack and shatter.

"what is this……"

The icy expression of the eagle-nosed old man suddenly changed.

Wang Fan didn't answer, just looked at the other party quietly, and then with a thought, Yutian Tower violently suppressed the old man.

The eagle-nosed old man did not sit back and wait for death. His Tao power was running wildly, and a sword light that was four or five times more powerful than before was fired out and slashed towards Yutian Tower. The void seemed to be distorted by this sword light.

But nothing works!
Boom!

Yutian Tower collided with Jianguang.

Immediately, this sword light disappeared into nothingness, as if it had never appeared before, and there was not even a trace of waves rising.

An indistinct wave spread to all directions, and the trembling ground and lake surface became extremely calm.

The supreme sword of the stars in Jianmen was suppressed by Yutian Tower.

"The sword rides the wind, and the phantom leaves no trace!"

Seeing this scene, the eagle-nosed old man didn't hesitate any longer. Dao power was poured into the wooden sword in his hand, and the human sword seemed to merge into one, turning into a sword light, and flew into the distance like lightning.

Seeing that there is nothing to do, he is going to run away.

"Run now, it's too late!"

Wang Fan violently moved the Yutian Pagoda.

Suddenly, Yutian Tower flashed and crashed directly into the escaping sword light. The speed was so fast that it seemed to transcend time and shatter the space.

Bang!
With a dull sound, the sword light was smashed into countless fragments in an instant, and turned into a group of light spots, profusely, like a rain of light in the sky.

died.

This Jianmen strongman, who Wang Fan didn't know his name and identity, just died like this, leaving nothing left.

"Jianmen!"

Wang Fan whispered, and looked in the direction of Jiandao, his expression became serious.

……

In the place [-] miles east of Jianhu Lake, there are many mountains, beautiful mountains and rivers, and there are many deep pools and waterfalls.

On one of the mountains, there is a temple.

This temple occupies a huge area, almost covering the entire mountain, but it is dilapidated everywhere, with spiders weaving webs, the temple is unpopular, full of dust, and the statue is also missing a head and arms, but it is already dilapidated.

However, one can vaguely see the exuberant incense in the former heyday.

Da da da.

There was a sound of footsteps, and a young man appeared in the ruined temple, which was rarely visited by people.

It was Wang Fan.

After killing the strong men of Jianmen, he concealed his whereabouts and lurked, avoiding the pursuers sent by Jianmen.

That day outside Jiandao, Wang Fan killed the Great Elder of Jianmen, and the entire Jianmen was furious, all the elites in the gate came out, and sent envoys who knew the Eight Great Immortal Gates to hunt down and kill Wang Fan together.

Wang Fan didn't want to be completely hostile to the Nine Great Immortals, so he hid his whereabouts.

With his cultivation base, as long as he doesn't take the initiative to show up, it is difficult for the masters of the Nine Great Immortals to find him.

"Six realms of reincarnation, eighteen levels of hell... Hell is not empty..."

In front of the dilapidated temple was a huge square with many huge stone tablets engraved with incomplete scriptures. Wang Fan stepped forward to watch and found some scripture teachings.

Wang Fan was slightly taken aback.

After some research, he discovered that this temple was dedicated to a Bodhisattva.

And it was someone Wang Fan was somewhat familiar with.

"Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, I didn't expect him to be enshrined in this temple!" Wang Fan recalled his experience in Journey to the West, and a flash of memory flashed across his face.

"Hey, who are you? What are you doing at my door?"

Just as Wang Fan was thinking about the scriptures, a crisp voice came from the temple.

The barren mountains, the cobwebs of ruined temples, and the silence of people's voices are enough to scare people.

Naturally, Wang Fan wouldn't be frightened. He had already discovered the existence of the other party, but he never revealed it. But since the other party took the initiative to speak out, Wang Fan looked over and said, "I am a practitioner, passing by the treasure land, staying overnight. one night."

"Accommodating? Okay!" The crisp voice sounded again, becoming a little cheerful, "Since it is a lodging, you have to pay me some money."

A small shadow appeared under the moonlight, a slender body, yellow and orange markings, limbs covered with white hair, and round vertical pupils.

It turned out to be a cat.

To be precise, it's a cat demon.

"You are not human, what do you want money for?" Wang Fan was slightly taken aback, and then felt a little funny.

"You can buy things from the human race." The orange cat had a strange look in its eyes. "You look like a human being. Why don't you know such a simple question?"

"I was wrong." Wang Fan didn't take it seriously, and laughed at himself.

There was no one within a thousand miles, so Wang Fan took it for granted that the person in front of him was a wild monster, but he didn't expect that since the other party had opened up his wisdom, he could communicate with others.

Now that you can communicate, you have a way to spend money.

"By the way, what's your name? And, how much do you charge me for staying here for one night?" Wang Fan saw that this cat demon seemed a little naive, and he couldn't help but feel teasing.

(End of this chapter)