The Ancient Vast Realm

Feeling the extremely vigilant and cautious spirit of the snake-slayer wrapped around his arm, Feng Xuan only felt a little confused. For some reason, he actually felt a fearful emotion from his own snake-slayer.

As an unruly and fierce soldier, apart from himself, Feng Xuan had never felt that Zhan She had such emotions towards anyone, even Zhan She had felt this way when he fought against Chiba who had been in the fourth realm before. He just exuded a bloodthirsty and crazy killing intent, and he was not afraid at all.

Feng Xuan took the snake-cutting blade and took a quick look. He was suddenly shocked to realize that what appeared on it were eight spiritual patterns. Compared with the previous four spiritual patterns, there were four more spiritual patterns.

Feng Xuan knew what this meant. Judging from the special nature of the Snake-Slaying Fierce Weapon, it was no less than a nine-level soul-containing spiritual weapon. The Hallows contended.

"Okay, you guy, my senior brother has helped you strengthen the blade, so be polite!"

Feng Xuan tapped the head of the little bloody snake with a happy finger and said in a somewhat unkind tone.

Seeing Zhan She's full-blooded appearance, Feng Xuan knew that even if he didn't have the support of his own body, his senior brother would definitely not treat it badly. Just now he mentioned that this guy almost took a half-step lord realm from his senior brother's hand. The beast's vitality was severely damaged by the sucking, and I'm afraid it was really merciless.

Feng Xuan also knew that when he was in his own body, Zhan She had been suppressing his bloodthirsty desire and did not dare to really devour his own blood, but he might not be so polite when facing other creatures.

After receiving Feng Xuan's lesson, Zhan She suddenly became a little anxious. The snake's body twisted for a while, but Nai He couldn't speak and couldn't express himself clearly. Finally, under Feng Xuan's increasingly confused expression, he plunged directly into the knife. Never come out again.

"Ahaha, this little thing is a bit interesting. Junior brother, you can lend me more for research in the future. Maybe you can make other discoveries. Senior brother still has a real lord-level desolate beast alien race in his hands! I can help you. Cultivate it and let it break through to the level of a holy weapon as soon as possible."

Yin Mo looked at the snake in Feng Xuan's hand with a smile and said seductively.

Looking at his senior brother's fox-like smile and feeling the trembling of the sword in his hand, Feng Xuan finally noticed something was wrong.

"Well, senior brother, I will raise it myself. A vicious soldier is useless just by devouring flesh and blood. It still needs to go through a series of killings to improve, otherwise it cannot be called a vicious soldier."

The corner of Feng Xuan's mouth twitched slightly, obviously guessing something. Although his attainments in witchcraft are not as good as those of witch cultivators like Yin Mo, he is not a novice who knows nothing.

He knew that the witch cultivator could use any means during research, and generally paid little attention to the process in order to achieve his goal.

Seeing the half-smiling look on his senior brother's face, Feng Xuan coughed dryly, opened a bloody hole in his palm, and directly sent Zhan She into it.

"Well, your ferocious weapon seems a little different from the other ferocious weapons I know. It seems to be extremely dependent on you. Take good care of it. If you can one day develop an imperial ferocious weapon, it can be regarded as comparable to those ancient overlords. It will definitely be a big help to you!”

Yin Mo suppressed his smile and said seriously to Feng Xuan.

Hearing Yin Mo's words, Feng Xuan nodded slightly, but he had some guesses in his mind.

First of all, the original source of Zhan Snake is one of the main fangs of the three Black Mysterious Snakes, but he swallowed the essence and blood of the three Black Mysterious Snakes, and he perfectly inherited the opponent's blood poison and python bone talents. , to a certain extent, he is equivalent to the three black black snakes.

And Zhan She was the one who gave birth to a soldier spirit under his single-handed cultivation. Due to various factors, the relationship between Zhan She and the other fierce soldiers was not as rigid as the relationship between the other fierce soldiers and their masters. On the contrary, Zhan She could get better results in his body. Growth, after all, whether it is the growth of his own blood poison or the growth of python bones, Zhan She can continue to gain benefits under the influence of the same source. This is probably one of the reasons why it can grow so fast.

Suddenly Yin Mo looked at Feng Xuan, his lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he was hesitant.

Although Feng Xuan saw it, he saw that since his senior brother didn't say anything, he didn't ask. Instead, he took the wine cup and the two of them drank freely, chatting about some opinions on the witchcraft.

Gradually, Yin Mo was surprised to find that although he had only practiced alone for ten years, the young junior brother who was almost a layman in the witchcraft had disappeared without a trace. Today, Feng Xuan is like a person immersed in the witchcraft. A monk who has been a monk for many years can completely follow some of his rhythms in conversation, and even has some unique opinions.

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night

On top of the towering palace roof

Yin Mo stood alone on the edge of the roof with his hands on his hands, looking at the three bright moons and the stars in the sky, frowning slightly.

"Senior brother, can you say something now?"

At this moment, a dull voice sounded behind him, and Yin Mo did not look back.

"Are you aware of it?" Yin Mo said calmly.

“It’s almost written on my face.”

Feng Xuan leaned his back on Yijiao Rolling and shrugged slightly.

"The Holy Land has arrangements for you, and it's to go to the border war city."

In silence, Yin Mo finally spoke.

Hearing this, Feng Xuan's pupils shrank slightly and his body tensed up unconsciously.

When he learned about the disaster of the Feng clan from his master, Feng Xuan had a vague feeling that one day, he would inevitably face the realm of darkness, but he didn't expect it to come so quickly.

(PS: I know everyone will pay attention to the fact that the Holy Land knows the relationship between the Wind Clan and the Black Territory, and still dares to send Feng Xuan there. Don’t worry, I will explain it slowly later. The plot will be interesting if it unfolds little by little. Otherwise, there is no need to foreshadow it, old cat. I know that book lovers who can see this are definitely not impatient people. After all, Lao Mao is a bit verbose when writing books, and he ran away long ago if he couldn't stand it.)

Feng Xuan looked at Yin Mo's back in front of him, and saw that he looked a little forlorn at this time, and suddenly smiled.

"Then go ahead, it's not like I haven't killed the demon cubs in the Black Realm before."

Feng Xuan came to Yin Mo and sat down on the edge of the palace. He also looked up at the bright moon and stars in the sky and spoke lightly.

"It's different. It's a battlefield. Even the various palaces have no privileges there. There are many missions that go deep into the dark realm. The danger is definitely beyond your imagination."

Yin Mo glanced at Feng Xuan beside him, frowned and reminded.

"Brother, I'm afraid of death, but what I'm afraid of is meaningless death. If I can die on the way forward, I think I won't have any regrets."

Feng Xuan took out a black token and gently touched the mysterious flower on it.

This is the Order of the Black Realm, a token obtained by killing the Blood Snake in the Demon Palace. Although Feng Xuan has always placed it in the space and ignored it, he has never forgotten it.

Looking at the black token in Feng Xuan's hand, Yin Mo narrowed his eyes slightly, already understanding Feng Xuan's determination.

"Kong Lao has helped you buy a year. Get ready and go back to the Canglan Mountains. The Sky-Eating Day will break out in three months. Since you are worried, go back and take a look."

Yin Mo patted Feng Xuan's generous shoulder, and his figure turned into a line of blue smoke and disappeared without a trace.

Hearing this, Feng Xuan was slightly startled and subconsciously clenched the token in his hand.

He raised his head and looked to his side, but Yin Mo was nowhere to be seen.

"Go back... that's fine... it's time to go back, Qing Huanluo. Now I just hope that your news is wrong..."