Chapter 1558 too late
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After an hour, Ye Fan felt that he had returned to his best condition
This time, I tried all my strength to fight against the ancestor Tianbao. Although I had a life of death, I also gained something.
His limitless sword intent has been tested in actual combat, and he has a clearer understanding of the strength of the immortal realm.
"What a pity this mirror..."
Ye Fan took out the mirror of the sky and changed the sun, and found that the mirror was completely dull and probably did not have enough time to recover, so he could not use it anymore.
This mirror can block the attacks from the Longevity Realm a few more times, so he will have a way to kill the Longevity Realm monk. It’s a pity... If he meets the ancestor of Tianbao next time, he will no longer be able to use this move. Ye
Fan had a headache. The Hunyuan Gold Ingots of the Ancestor Tianbao was worthy of being a holy object. If he was not so confident, he would have taken out the Hunyuan Gold Ingots as soon as possible, he would have been defeated long ago.
It seems... after encountering the immortality, I am still at an absolute disadvantage...
However, Ye Fan was very surprised that the sword intent after extreme compression could have a miraculous effect remaining in the wound.
Fan couldn't help but think of the plan to condense the sword intent golden elixir...
In fact, my own sword intent golden elixir is a higher level of extreme compression."
It seems that the fastest way to improve combat power to defeat the longevity is to condense the sword intent golden elixir..." Ye Fan murmured to himself, thinking.
The Yijindan is like the body of a planet, and with the gravity of this planet, the liquid ocean can easily appear, which is a bit like the current situation of the Extreme Sword Intent...
Now Ye Fan’s normal state, the uncompressed sword intent can only be regarded as “gas”.
By learning the magic sword left by the Etheric civilization, Ye Fan continuously compresses energy particles according to scientific principles to achieve a larger mass analysis...
The conclusion was that if you can successfully cultivate the sword intent golden elixir, then... you may be able to improve the limit sword intent to a qualitative leap!
As for... I can't say that I can use the "Liquid Invincible Sword Intent"!
The Wushuang sword intent, which is slightly more liquid, has already caused the Tianbao Ancestor in the Longevity Realm to be so injured. If he really compressed the Wushuang sword intent to the liquid, he would probably be penetrated by a few drops on his body!
Ye Fan was helpless, but unfortunately he condensed the sword intent golden elixir. Even if his body disintegrated from the second level, he could not bear it. The backlash of the sword intent was too strong, and his body's recovery speed could not keep up with its backlash speed.
It’s like creating a magic weapon in your dantian. The cooled magic weapon can be stored, but the high-temperature furnace environment during creation is unbearable for Ye Fan.
Fan couldn't help but fall into thinking. If he wanted to compete for the holy object that appeared this time, without the sword intent of the golden elixir, it was almost no different from the death...
Do you want to give up?... Or do you think of a way to see if it is possible to condense the sword intent golden elixir in a short time...
"Husband...husband..." Ye
Fan was thinking about himself when he suddenly heard Nian Rujiao's whisper.
Ye Fan was about to agree, but realized that the woman was not calling him...
Nian Rujiao opened her eyes now, and the corners of her eyes were covered with tears. She took the pills that Ye Fan fed her and she was much better now.
After standing up from the ground, Nian Rujiao didn't look at Ye Fan and walked slowly towards the place where Leng Xingchen was buried.
Ye Fan looked at the woman who looked like a walking corpse, with empty eyes and white lips, and felt uncomfortable and didn't know what to say.
Nian Rujiao knelt on the grass, stretched out her hands, and began to dig the mud land.
The pair of white and tender jade hands were just stuck in the mud without knowing the pain, constantly digging and digging...
Seeing this scene, Ye Fan hurried over and said, "What are you going to do?"
"I want to take my husband home... back to the Leng family's ancestral hall... I can't let him lie here alone..." Nian Rujiao choked up.
Then you don’t have to dig like this. When will you dig like this?" Ye Fan said helplessly.
Nian Rujiao didn't speak, just cared about herself, digging her head in a busy manner. Her hands had never done such a rough job. Not long after, her nails were covered with mud and worn out. Ye
Seeing that her hand began to bleed, Fan quickly grabbed her hand and frowned and said, "I told you not to use your hands like this! You will only hurt yourself like this, do you know?"
Nian Rujiao looked up, her eyes filled with tears, and looked at the man coldly: "This is a matter between us and our wife, it has nothing to do with you, an outsider! I don't need you to tell me this!"
Even if Leng Xingchen is here, will he bear to see you make yourself full of blood?" Ye Fan took out a sword and said, "I can just use the sword energy to turn it around, and you can dodge it."
No!" Nian Rujiao refused flatly, and stolen herself in the burial place desperately, saying, "What if you hurt my husband!?" Ye
Fan said speechlessly: "I cannot, he was buried by me, and I will never touch his body."
I don't allow it! You go away! He is already like this, I can't let you hurt him anymore! I...I..."
Ru Jiao couldn't continue and sobbed, "I couldn't do anything for him...I don't know anything...I'm so useless...I must take his body back..."
Ye Fan gritted his teeth and had a headache. He didn't know if he was upset about this woman's "silly" or because she changed her attitude towards herself so much, and she felt depressed.
Yes, he really couldn't stand Nian Rujiao's tears and the wounds on her hand... Ye
After taking a deep breath, Fan put away his sword, then squatted down, rolled up his sleeves, and began to reach out to dig up the grass and dig up the soil.
Nian Rujiao choked and looked up at Ye Fan, "You..."
I don't use a sword, I dig with my hands, it's okay... I'm buried very well. If I don't hurry up and dig, I won't be able to dig him in a day..." Ye
Fan felt that nothing he said now was useless, and the only thing he could do was to help the woman dig together.
Nian Rujiao looked at the man with a complicated expression, but didn't say much, and continued to dig up.
The pain and filthiness on the woman didn't care about it at all. She just wanted to see her again before the body completely rotted...
After half a day of work, although most of the soil was dug up by Ye Fan, Nian Rujiao's hands were scratched, and the blood and soil were completely unmatched.
Finally, a corpse was revealed...
When he saw the face that had begun to decay, Nian Rujiao almost fainted again.
She still tried hard to stare at that face deeply, and looked at it for a long time, and she was extremely eager for it that was not true, but she had to face all this.
Ye Fan slowly walked out of the pit, shook the soil on his hand, and said, "I'll wash my hands. You should have a lot of things to say to him..."
Just as Ye Fan was about to leave, Nian Rujiao stopped him."
How did my husband die?” Nian Rujiao asked quietly.
Ye Fan sighed, "From the information we know, it was Tianbao's ancestor who bribed Leng Ningfeng, and then designed to trick him into this place, and then wanted to send some people to pretend to be Feng Linhai's disciples to kill him.
The ancestor Tianbao should have wanted to use his death to provoke a battle between Hanguang Sect and Fenglinhai in advance so that he can steal the holy objects that are about to appear.
When I arrived that day, he was seriously injured and died. I killed the four people who killed him, but I couldn't have time to save him."
After hearing this, Nian Rujiao was silent for a moment, turned around with a cold look and asked, "Do you really... don't have time to save him?"
Chapter completed!