Leisurely cultivating life

Zhou Fan was pacing on the Leishui with a half-smile, his Taoist robe rustling, with the sound of waves, no depth could be discerned.

"Next, it's time to win the treasure."

People from all major forces didn't speak, they just took a step forward together, the clear air flowed, layers upon layers, golden radiance filled the sky, and rainbow light soared into the dragon.

The vast and stalwart force rushed towards the face, like a stormy sea, and like a mountain collapsing, it was unstoppable.

The Five Thunders, led by Zheng Siling, struck out at the same time, and Lei Wen was as big as a star, with purple and green falling down, immortal from ancient times.

The seven people in Bixiao Pavilion stood on the golden roc bird, their profound arts merged together, condensed into big hands that cover the sky, intertwined into yin and yang mixed holes, under the hood.

Xiao Lianluo, Ji Yu, the Chen family, Shen Fang's family...everyone who was present was using supernatural powers and profound techniques, or sacrificed magic weapons.

Boom! ! !

When everyone works together, the power is so vast, it is simply earth-shattering.

One after another the vortexes are generated, the bottomless black hole devours everything, and the time and space in it are like a millstone, strangling everything.

Zhou Fan stepped on the sky-blue thunder water, and behind him, wisps of brilliance were mighty, faint and deep, covering time and space, without seeing the bottom.

The stars lined up, and a formation covering the blue sky was suddenly shaken, and the light was generous.

In an instant, the people of all major forces disappeared from their original places.

Somewhere in the fairyland.

Sha Sheng looked around him in horror. Jinhui soared into the sky, trees were covered with silver flowers, auspicious clouds were piled up, fairy birds, spirit beasts.

"Is this his true strength!"

Looking at the unfamiliar environment around him, Zheng Siling gave a wry smile.

Those who can move him quietly, naturally, can kill him silently.

"So strong!"

Ji Yu stood on the platform, his eyes were full of horror.

"Zhou Fan's name is indeed well-deserved."

On Shen Fang's chariot, there was a clear and pleasant voice.

"Let's go, this is not where the dream master fairy is, it's just the inheritance fairy of the dream palace."

After sending away the people from all major forces, Zhou Fan looked at the Dream Orb wrapped like a cocoon.

Suddenly, the space went dark.

A fierce murderous intent bloomed, like a horse training, piercing through time and space, and it just fell behind Zhou Fan in the blink of an eye.

Looking carefully, among the murderous intentions, there is a magic weapon that looks like a knife or a sword, engraved with clanging iron patterns, and each iron pattern is entwined with thin and dense faces, either desperate or miserable.

"Haha."

There was a loud laugh, and a bloody figure was faintly seen, with long hair hanging down the shoulders, and the thorn-like tattoos on the cheeks were twisted like poisonous snakes, which was eerie and terrifying.

"This good thing is mine."

"Just waiting for you."

Zhou Fan raised his head with serious eyes.

With a flick of the big sleeve, the ancient Xuanqing sword shot out streams of sword energy.

"Ding dong~ ding dong~ ding dong~"

The sword qi slashed on the magic weapon, and the iron pattern on it melted like winter snow in the sun. Countless distorted human faces evaporated at this moment, turning into individual figures, male or female, or old Or less, or ordinary people, or monks.

They were all sacrificed by cruel means, and the power of the magic weapon was enhanced by blood sacrifice.

This kind of magic weapon is most likely to pollute the spirituality of the magic weapon and the body of the monk, destroying its merits.

Seeing this scene, the visitor was startled, the bloody clothes on his body rippled suddenly, and he was about to run away.

He really didn't expect that the magic weapon he sacrificed through untold hardships would be so vulnerable.

"what is the problem?"

He backed away quickly, very simply.

Boom! ! !

At this moment, the time and space in front of it distorted immediately, turning into an endless vortex.

Then a galaxy of sword energy hangs upside down, unthinkable, bottomless, and the sun, moon, and stars are all up and down in it.

Boom! ! !

The sword energy rolled across the galaxy, forcibly suppressing the unknown visitor inside.

"what!!!"

The person who came came screamed, his escape method has always come and gone without a trace, why didn't it work this time?

"town!"

Zhou Fan's eyes were fixed, and two rays of divine light shot out, a straight line, falling on the forehead of the visitor, freezing his spirit, and then the sword energy galactically swirled, turning into a halo, hanging behind him.

The whole process happened between lightning and flint, not even a breath time.

"Magic door!"

Zhou Fan frowned as he watched the illusory figures gradually turn into brilliance of true spirits, following the trajectory in the dark, disappearing into the unknown.

The magic door has a long history, and its origin can no longer be traced.

But what officially appeared in front of the world was in ancient times, when a group of heroes competed for the throne and a hundred schools of thought contended.

It was an era when imperial power was falling apart, and there was not a single supreme emperor in the vast Central Continent.

The contention of a hundred schools of thought means that the promoters of each idea can promote their own ideas to every prince and Fang Bo.

But from the lords competing for the throne to the three kingdoms of Chu, Han and Qin, each of the three kingdoms has its own official thinking.

As a result, those theories that were active for a while, but whose value orientation was not the same as that of the official thought or even ran counter to it, gradually became dim and aphasic.

Therefore, some of them formed a group in order to preserve their ideas.