This is what villains are like

Jiang Lan closed his eyes slightly and allowed Lin Fan's life in the sky to turn into thousands of bloody rays of light, flooding into his body.

At the same time, Lin Fan's many memories and various knowledge of swordsmanship flowed past his eyes like flowing water.

He saw Lin Fan's previous life as the Master of the Eternal Tribulation Sword.

Learn swordsmanship, practice swordsmanship, practice swordsmanship, master swordsmanship...

He does not need to learn these unique skills from experience. He has already mastered and mastered them, as if he was born with them.

With just one thought, he can control thousands of swords in the world and display all kinds of magical powers of swordsmanship.

Many of the secret techniques, supernatural powers, and creation skills in Lin Fan's memory were also integrated into his own use.

In the deep and dark Niwan Palace, the majestic luck from the sky pours in, surging like a river, surging and torrential.

The branches and leaves of the mysterious ancient vine swayed gently. In addition to the branch that turned into blood-colored emerald, there was another branch and leaf that swayed, emitting a misty halo, condensing into a simple sword shape, lingering with the sword's intention, and its sharpness was astonishing.

At the same time, the Fruit of Life that has matured to the first stage has a darker color and is rapidly transforming towards the dark green color of the second stage.

Jiang Lan's control over life has become more and more profound and terrifying.

He felt that with just one thought, he could harvest the lives of all the creatures at the bottom of the abyss.

At the other end of the ancient vine, the bones that were originally only in a budding state seemed to have absorbed rich nutrients through watering and began to grow wildly, with faint signs of condensing into the prototype of a fruit.

"What will the second Luck Dao Fruit turn into after it matures?"

Jiang Lan's thoughts swept over, and when he saw this scene, he felt a little bit expectant.

The fact that he has the strength he has today is partly due to the inheritance of the Blood Immortal Sect, and more importantly, the Fate Fruit.

After Lin Fan's current serious problem was solved, he had to start thinking about how to water the growth of the Fate Fruit in the future.

Originally, he thought that the luck gained after killing Lin Fan was enough to transform the Fate Fruit into the second stage.

But now it seems that he still underestimated the majestic luck required for the growth of the Fate Fruit.

"One Lin Fan is not enough, let alone the fate of the fruit, there are still three stages."

"The key lies in people with great luck..."

Faintly, Jiang Lan could already feel that the second stage of the fruit of fate seemed to be related to fate.

"But it's not urgent."

"When the time is right, it is more important to find the secret method of tempering the soul. First, Zhaoyou condenses the soul, builds the soul palace, and improves the strength."

Jiang Lan's mind was slightly restrained, and his consciousness left Niwan Palace.

He felt that his current physical body was still too fragile, and that his physical body was not strong enough to exert the terrifying power of his vast sea of ​​energy and blood.

If you want to maximize your own advantages, your physical strength needs to be increased as soon as possible.

Otherwise, things like what happened just now, where Lin Fan used a secret technique to pierce his heart with the Eternal Tribulation Sword, would probably happen again in the future.

Although his vitality is strong and his healing ability is astonishing, he still feels excruciating pain after suffering such an injury.

Ordinary monks would probably have passed out from the pain.

If he hadn't been strong enough and kept his expression straight, he might have been able to escape by Lin Fan.

"For the secret method of tempering the soul, maybe you can try the concept of white bones in the Bloody Forbidden Code..."

Jiang Lan opened his eyes and glanced not far away.

From just now, the expression of the middle-aged man transformed by the demon python has changed dramatically. He is extremely fearful and does not dare to move easily.

It wasn't that he didn't want to move, but he felt Jiang Lan's aura locking him firmly.

If he moves even a little bit, he will be greeted by Jiang Lan's thunder blow.

A violent aura filled his mind, but after witnessing Lin Fan's death and Jiang Lan's weirdness and horror, he couldn't even think of any way to resist.

Seeing Jiang Lan looking over at this moment, he bit the tip of his tongue, and blood spurted out, turning into a black flame. He was confused and anxious, trying to stop Jiang Lan.

At the same time, he did not hesitate, and his figure immediately turned into a faint green light, wrapped in demonic mist and miasma, and fled towards the distance.

"It's too late to escape at this time."

But Jiang Lan naturally wouldn't let him go. The Demon King in disguise already had wisdom comparable to that of the human race.

If he is allowed to escape, his current cultivation strength will also be exposed.

In the past, it was not easy for him to kill the Demon King with the strength of the Sixth Realm, but this guy actually swallowed him into his belly, exposing his most vulnerable part and giving Jiang Lan the opportunity to severely injure him.

With a broken heart, the demon python's strength has basically diminished.

Whoosh!

The Eternal Tribulation Sword that fell to the ground lost its master, lost its spirituality, and its talisman light dimmed, leaving only the strong and indestructible sword body.

Jiang Lan absorbed Lin Fan's life force and blood, and although his magic power was not significantly improved, his attainments in many swordsmanship abilities had obviously reached the pinnacle.

As he waved slightly, the Eternal Tribulation Sword buzzed, turned into a stream of golden light, and chased after him with a roar.

Poof...

The brilliant golden light passed by, the Demon King's heart was broken, and his vitality was rapidly draining away. There was only fear in his eyes.

The sword was pierced through the abdomen, and the figure was thrown out and hit the cliff. Blood flowed like a stream and splashed into the sky.

"Don't push the demon too far."

He yelled angrily, his demonic aura boiling, and the green flames dancing in his vertical pupils. He had no hope of escape, and his face was full of ferocious energy. He planned to transform into his true form and fight to the death with Jiang Lan.

But the answer to him was a long river of blood rushing down.

The void trembled, and a river of blood emerged, as if crossing the sky and the earth.

In the rolling waves, one can see the white bones rising and falling one after another. The waves crashed down, shaped like big hands, and directly involved his figure.

The demon python looked frightened and angry, trembling and fearful, but it could only let out a few addictive roars, and was soon swallowed up by the river of blood and disappeared without a trace.

The blood-colored river gradually became calm, calm and waveless, with no waves, and slowly disappeared into the void.

Jiang Lan's expression was expressionless, and he slowly closed his palm. The Eternal Tribulation Sword fell back into his palm, and he threw it into the Sumeru Ring at will.

In terms of material alone, the Sword of Eternal Tribulation can indeed be called a divine sword, and it can be said that nothing can be cut without cutting it.

Even the powerful body of the Demon King can be easily penetrated.

Whether you keep it for your own use or smelt and refine it later, it is a good choice.

"But it's a bit surprising. The vitality of a transformed demon king is actually insignificant compared to the huge vitality absorbed in the Bloody Plateau at that time. It can barely be called a drop in the bucket."

Jiang Lan originally thought that the vitality absorbed in the Bloody Plateau would be comparable to the mana of a monk in the sixth or seventh realm.

But now it seems that he still underestimated the horror of the Fate Fruit.

After absorbing the life force of this transformed demon king, the majestic and vast source of life only caused some slight ripples.

The change cannot be said to be minor, it can only be said to be completely absent.

"Sure enough, what limits my current strength is actually my body and realm..."

Jiang Lan shook his head slightly and scanned the rest of the abyss area covered by the miasma.

Except for this transformed demon king, there are almost no powerful demonic beasts here.

So he is not worried that his current strength will be exposed.

But how Lin Fan died needs to be carefully considered...

Suddenly, Jiang Lan sensed something and looked in a certain direction filled with miasma.

Only a faint fluorescence was seen, flickering slightly there.

It was a butterfly moth, its tail was like a small lantern, faintly able to illuminate an area less than a foot around it.

A vague and tall shadow loomed, stepping on some weathered corpses.

The crackling sound was particularly clear.

"Xiao Yingyue, why did she follow?"

Jiang Lan was a little surprised when she saw the slim and plump figure leading the jade deer.

Xiao Yingyue has now lost all her cultivation and is no different from an ordinary person.

And the bottom of this abyss is full of poisonous miasma and fog, and it is so dark and deep that it is almost impossible to see your fingers.

There are monsters and poisonous insects everywhere on both sides of the cliff.

This woman actually dared to follow her... I can only say that she is worthy of being the Supreme Elder of Yaowang Valley, and her courage is truly extraordinary.