You Can't Imagine The Speed Of My Cultivation

Twenty Nascent Soul geniuses!

Jiang Fan raised his eyebrows.

In the Great Xia Kingdom, there are not many Nascent Soul cultivators today.

And the young geniuses in the Nascent Soul realm are even rarer, and there are probably only a dozen or so in total.

It seems that the strength of the Western European Union is much stronger than he imagined.

But this is also understandable.

The Western European Union was established after the era of cultivating immortals, bringing together the power of dozens of countries in the West.

Although Great Xia is a big country in the east.

It is by no means an easy task to contend against the entire Western European Union with the power of one country.

"How strong are these Nascent Soul geniuses?"

Jiang Fan pondered slightly, and asked again.

"I can tell you everything I know, but you must promise to let me live."

The young man didn't answer, his eyes were fixed on Jiang Fan.

He can agree to anything now, but there is a prerequisite, that is, own life must be saved.

There was a flash of light in Jiang Fan's eyes, and he looked at the young man with a smile, "Okay, I swear by Dao heart, as long as you answer my question obediently, I promise to let you go once."

Hearing what Jiang Fan said, the young man couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief.

Dao heart vowed that no cultivator would dare to break it easily, so he didn't have to worry that this guy would cross the river and tear down the bridge and kill him.

"The geniuses of the Western European Union who entered the Ancient Emperor's Sect have different strengths."

"The weakest is Nascent Soul First Stage Cultivation Base, and the strongest Cultivation Base is Nascent Soul Ninth Stage."

"Among them, there are three strongest geniuses in Nascent Soul Ninth Stage, all of whom have the ability to fight against Divine Transformation First Stage cultivator."

The young man did not talk nonsense, and began to introduce the talents of the Western European Union to Jiang Fan, especially the three Nascent Soul Ninth Stage talents.

He even told Jiang Fan clearly about the weaknesses of each of them.

next.

Jiang Fan asked some more about the Western world.

In order to save his life, the young man didn't dare to hide the slightest thing, and told all the information he knew in detail.

"I've already told you what you need to know, can you let me go?"

Seeing that Jiang Fan had no intention of continuing to ask, the young man finally couldn't help but spoke cautiously.

"OK."

Jiang Fan blinked his eyes, and the Sword Ray that pinned the young man's Nascent Soul also dissipated instantly.

The young man suddenly felt as if he had been pardoned.

Although he has only Nascent Soul left now, and has almost no combat power, and is extremely dangerous in this ancient holy sect, but as long as he can escape from this person, at least he still has a chance of survival.

Without any hesitation, he turned into a golden light and fled in a panic towards the distant sky.

However……

The young man's Nascent Soul had just escaped a distance of less than a thousand feet, when a Gold Sword Ray that he was very familiar with appeared out of thin air again, pinning him in midair.

"You...you can't kill me, just now you swore with Dao heart!"

The young man looked back at Jiang Fan and immediately cried out in horror.

"Don't worry, I will naturally not violate my own oath."

Jiang Fan curled his lips and said with a smile: "I'm sorry, I let you go just now, and now you are in my hands for the second time."

"I @#￥%..."

The young man only felt ten thousand mud horses galloping past his heart!

You let me run less than a thousand feet when you stepped on the horse, can this be regarded as letting me go once?

My God.

How can there be such a shameless person in this world?

Jiang Fan ignored the young man's frightened and angry expression, and directly raised his hand, completely killing the young man's Nascent Soul.

Solved the young man.

Jiang Fan came to the Lingtan below, took the Yuanjing Divine Grass into his pocket, and prepared to continue tracking Liu Wuchen's whereabouts.

but……

With the delay just now, the spirit crane transformed by the Thousand Chance Jade Plaque had long been out of Jiang Fan's perception.

Jiang Fan had no choice but to buy another Thousand Machine Jade Token and start tracking again.

"It's a waste of my 8888 low-grade Spirit Stones again. After I find the old guy, I have to ask the old guy to reimburse me for this expense."

Jiang Fan said something to himself, and his figure flew out following the spirit crane again.

...

The ruins of the ancient Emperor Shengzong, an extremely well-preserved tower building.

This pagoda is hundreds of feet high and is made of a mysterious metal with a faint metallic luster.

The entire Gold tower exudes a magnificent ancient atmosphere.

Even though it has existed here for an unknown number of years, the years have not left even a trace on this metal tower.

This moment.

On a dilapidated square below the tower, there is a Daoist figure standing proudly at the main entrance of the tower.

He is dressed in a green shirt, elegant and extraordinary.

If Jiang Fan appeared here at this moment, he would be able to recognize at a glance that the person in front of him was the old guy he was looking for, Liu Wuchen.

but……

Liu Wuchen seemed to be in a bad state at the moment.

I saw that his complexion was slightly pale, there were faint spots of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, and his breath was fluctuating, obviously he had suffered serious injuries.

Not far in front of Liu Wuchen, there were three tall, fair-skinned youths in blood robes.

The three of them stared at Liu Wuchen coldly, and there was a bloody aura exuding from their bodies.

The brown-haired young man in the lead shouted coldly: "Liu Wuchen, you have nowhere to escape, hand over the ancient imperial order."

"Stop talking nonsense, if you want the ancient imperial order, then you have to see if you have that ability."

"The inheritance of the ancient emperor's holy sect is not something you in the western world can get your hands on!"

Facing the three Nascent Soul geniuses in front of him, even though Liu Wuchen was seriously injured, he still didn't flinch in the slightest.

"Toast, don't eat, eat fine wine!"

"Since you insist on looking for death, then we will fulfill you!"

After the voice of the brown-haired young man in the lead fell, a terrifying blood-colored giant palm instantly condensed from his palm, and then overwhelmingly suppressed towards Liu Wuchen.

The terrifying blood light turned the space above Liu Wuchen's head into a bloody purgatory.

Liu Wuchen took a deep breath.

The Nascent Soul magic sword in his hand tightened slightly, and when he was about to strike, a voluptuous woman in red appeared in front of him out of thin air.

The woman in red waved her hand.

A burst of flame power exploded, instantly burning Zongfa youth's blood-colored giant palm into nothingness.

This one is a woman in a long red dress, who looks about thirty or forty years old.

Her skin is as white as snow, her wine-red long hair hangs over her shoulders, her figure is plump and enchanting, and on her delicate face, there is even a charming and charming smile.

Looking at the woman in red who suddenly appeared, the eyes of the brown-haired youth also instantly became extremely gloomy.

"Holy Maiden of Fire, what do you mean?"