Super King of Soldiers in the City

A few days passed quickly, and Wang Fan finally emptied the pool of Spiritual Liquid.

Until then, he couldn't help but stretched a long stretch, and then stood up.

Wang Fan did not leave the hall, but began to look around.

Ashamed to say, the first thing he saw when he came in was the pool of divine spirit liquid, so he jumped directly to practice, and really didn't look at what was in the hall.

It didn't matter if he looked at it, Wang Fan was taken aback.

I saw a statue in one place inside.

The statue is of an old man, and looks like a fairy tale.

But in his hand, he was carrying a knife.

The knife exuded a strong suffocation, obviously drinking the blood of a lot of people.

Feeling from the breath alone, this is definitely a saint emperor-level magic weapon.

"Could it be that this hall is the place where this old man sits and transforms? That spirit liquid is also the old man's?"

Wang Fan muttered to himself, and then bent over and bowed: "Thank you for the opportunity presented by seniors."

With that said, he didn't move the knife either.

Although the statue is not a real person, the sword is a real sword, and it is also a saint emperor-level magic weapon, but Wang Fan has no intention to take it away at all.

After bowing to the statue of the old man, he turned his head and planned to leave.

The whole hall, except for the spirit liquid that he had previously used, also had a little value for the knife.

However, Wang Fan was not greedy or dissatisfied.

For him, that pool of divine spirit liquid was already the best opportunity.

"Are you planning to leave like this?"

However, just as Wang Fan was about to leave, a voice suddenly came into his ears.

The voice was a little vague, with majesty in the old.

However, Wang Fan was vaguely aware of it, a trace of anger.

anger?

Why are you angry?

Wang Fan turned his head, looked at the statue, and said in shock: "Could it be that seniors talk to me again, seniors haven't fallen yet?"

When Wang Fan finished speaking, a ray of illusory gas wafted from the statue, forming the appearance of an old man.

He said lightly: "This saint emperor has fallen for many years, this is just a trace of remnant soul. Since you can come here, then you must be a disciple of Lianzong?"

Wang Fan's face was not red and his heart nodded: "Yes, I am a disciple of Lianzong's outer sect."

In fact, in his heart, he didn't regard himself as a disciple of Lianzong at all.

Because he entered the Lian Sect, his purpose was not pure.

"How is Lianzong now?" the old man asked.

But Wang Fan clearly found that this old man was a little absent-minded, even impatient.

Obviously just asking casually, he didn't care about the current Lianzong at all.

But Wang Fan didn't answer, saying, "Going back to seniors, the current Lianzong is very good."

As he said, he became vigilant, secretly vigilant, and said: "Since the junior has got the opportunity of the senior, the junior will leave first."

"Wait." However, as soon as Wang Fan's voice came out, it was interrupted by the old man again.

He looked at Wang Fan and said, "Since you can come here, it means that we are destined. This holy emperor is willing to hand over the inheritance to you, are you willing to accept it?"

Although he asked, Wang Fan would definitely accept it when he wanted to come, and he might even be too excited to himself.

After all, if an immortal emperor ant hears that he can accept the inheritance of the holy emperor, how can he not be excited and surprised?

However, Wang Fan did not hesitate to shook his head: "Thanks to the kindness of seniors, the juniors have been passed down by the master, and I am afraid it is unacceptable."

"What?" When the old man heard this, his voice was obviously raised a lot.

But it seemed that he felt a gaffe, and soon returned to normal.

He patiently said: "This seat is a holy emperor, are you really unwilling to accept it?"

In his heart, he already wanted to shoot Wang Fan to death.

I think back then, he had a generation of saints, countless people, and all of them were geniuses and evildoers.

I don't know how many Tianjiao romantic figures want to enter his door, he doesn't even bother it.

It's better now, he took the initiative to say to send Wang Fan's inheritance, but Wang Fan refused.

Simply outrageous!

Wang Fan shook his head firmly: "Sorry."

When the old man heard this, he was a little uncomfortable.

But soon he managed to endure it: "In that case, the saint emperor will not force you. I will give you this sword. This saint emperor is a saint, and this sword is also a saint. I hope you don't Insult him."

As he said, the knife in the statue's hand slowly floated and floated to Wang Fan's side.

When Wang Fan saw this scene, he became even more vigilant.

He can already be sure that the old man is uneasy and kind.

However, since it is a Saint Emperor-level magical weapon delivered to the door, he shouldn't do it for nothing.

Wang Fan was not polite, and after thanking him, he immediately grabbed the knife.

However, the moment he grabbed the knife, a soul suddenly appeared from the knife, followed Wang Fan's hand and intruded into Wang Fan's body, and in the blink of an eye, it had already rushed into the sea of ​​consciousness.

"Hahaha! You cunning ant, you are finally fooled. After five thousand years, I finally have a chance to go out! Hahaha."

There was an excited voice in his mind, and then Wang Fan felt that the old man was killing his soul directly.

"Seize the house?"

Wang Fan blinked, a little stunned.

Looking up again, the illusory figure of the old man in front of him has disappeared without knowing when, and has completely integrated into the soul previously hidden in the knife.

"I know that you old man is not at ease, and I didn't expect that he was going to seize the little master. Originally, the little master took your chance, and he was a little bit ashamed of Lianzong. Now it seems that there is no need to be ashamed."

"It's just that I want to seize the house, what are you, are you worthy?"

Wang Fan's voice of disdain came out, and in the next second, the mixed pattern mark appeared instantly, rolling towards the old man's soul frantically.

The Chaos Sword Spirit also shot out, killing the old man in the sea of ​​knowledge.

The mixed pattern Dao Mark and Chaos Sword Spirit in Wang Fan's body all gave birth to spiritual wisdom and wisdom.

It's just that they have been hidden all the time, and they have never appeared.

Without the Chaos Sword Spirit, it is basically impossible for others to recognize the Chaos Sword.

As for the mixed veins and Dao marks, that is the existence against the sky.

"What? Chaos Sword? Mixed Pattern Dao Mark? How is this possible?"

The old man took treatment instantly when he saw the Chaos Sword Spirit and Hunwen Dao Mark.

The eyes are full of incredible.

How could an immortal emperor ant get such a heaven-defying treasure.

Also, in the legend, aren't these treasures all in the lower planes?

The old man's soul was in horror, and he no longer dared to swallow Wang Fan's soul, but fleeing away madly.

If he had known that there was such a heaven-defying treasure in Wang Fan's body, he would be dead, and he would never think of taking Wang Fan away.

It's just that they have already come in and want to leave. How is this possible?

Wang Fan would not give him a chance at all, or even order it.

The mixed pattern marks directly formed a mask, which instantly trapped the old man's soul.

In the next second, the Chaos Sword Spirit had already stabbed the past fiercely.

"No, don't! Let me go, I will give you everything!"

However, Wang Fan ignored it at all.

With a bang, the Chaos Sword Spirit instantly passed through the old man's body, and the old man's soul disappeared directly.

"Huh, I have encountered a lot of things about taking homes, but you want to take homes too?"

Wang Fan snorted disdainfully, then put away the knife and walked directly out of the hall.