Yan Beigui stood at the front of the flying sword, formed seals with both hands, and occasionally shot out one or two lights, and drove the flying sword under him with all his strength., The latest chapter visit:.    .

Xun Nanshan was suspended in front of a furnace with flames soaring into the sky, gathering "element" to understand the spirit, dancing with his big sleeves, and refining the weapon.

The monk "Hua" and the old drunkard and Du Fan were sitting cross-legged and talking about something.

"So, Mrs. Han's identity is really not ordinary?" Du Fan looked surprised and suspicious.

"When we sneaked into Nangong's lair, we saw this 'woman'. The respectful attitude of the Nangong tribe to her was definitely not a false alarm. Curiously, Boss Yan also secretly investigated this 'woman'..." The old drunkard said while recalling.

"What's the result?" Du Fan asked.

"There is nothing surprising about this 'female' himself. He is indeed a mortal. The key is that his man is probably not simple." The old drunkard said solemnly.

"Senior brother, the man you are talking about is not the head of the Han family, Han Yuansheng, right?"

"Of course not." The old drunkard was stunned and then laughed: "Han Yuansheng, the so-called first family in the martial arts realm, is not even as good as the other person's sweat'. Of course, if the situation is true."

"What is that person's origin?" At this moment, Du Fan was full of curiosity. He had already had some guesses, and even certain that Han Qianxue was not Han Yuansheng's biological daughter at all. Now it seems that this is true. The man in the old drunkard's mouth was probably Han Qianxue's biological father.

"It is very likely that he is not from the world." Monk Hua said and said.

"Isn't a person from this world?" Du Fan was shocked and immediately asked: "Can you walk around between the upper and lower worlds?"

"Theoretically, people in the lower realm can lead to the upper realm, and the only way is to ascend, but people in the upper realm cannot descend to the lower realm. This is the law of the interface, which is irreversible, but nothing is absolute. No matter how powerful the law is, it still has its loopholes and neglect. Therefore, ten thousand years ago, powerful figures were successively brought down by the upper realm, and the "desire" killed the master, so things that go against heaven can be born, but they must be accompanied by unimaginable costs." The monk "Hua" slowly said.

"The arrival of the powerful power in the upper realm should be a big event that can sensation the entire Blue Star Realm, right?" Du Fan asked.

"That's natural. According to rumors, if a powerful person in the upper realm breaks through the realm, except for the strange phenomena of heaven and earth such as storms, lightning, lightning, and thunder, the original aura of the entire interface will be abnormally disordered and chaotic, which seriously affects the cultivation of those who practice practitioners, and even low-level monks at the Qi Refining Stage level can easily feel it." The monk "Hua" nodded.

"But such a thing has not been born in the last few thousand years, otherwise I should have heard of it in Jiuzhou Great Six." Du Fan suddenly felt confused.

"This is also a place that makes us doubt, so the mystery that envelops Mrs. Han must have a shocking secret, and all of this must be closely related to the Nangong family." The monk Hua looked serious.

"Can it be that the cultivation that came from the upper realm ten thousand years ago, because of various reasons, did not fall in this realm, nor did it return to the upper realm, but was always stuck in this realm?" Du Fan spoke and said a guess.

"This is impossible. The life span of the God Transformation Period is two thousand years. Even if the cultivation of the people in the upper realm is not limited to this, when they come from the lower realm and are suppressed by the power of the interface laws, they will not get out of this realm. Of course, Master is an exception, and only Master can step out of this limit. Everyone else, including the cultivation of the upper realm, even if they have special means and a treasure against the sky, their life span will be delayed by one or two thousand years, but it is absolutely impossible to live for thousands of years." The monk "Hua" shook his head and gave a denial.

Du Fan nodded, expressed his agreement, and then remembered something and said to himself: "It's a pity that although I successfully searched the soul of the martial wise woman in the Nangong family, the information I obtained about Mrs. Han was still pitiful. It seems that if you want to "hole" to understand Mrs. Han's true situation, you can only know from the mouth of the martial saint of the family. But the mouth of a martial saint is so easy to pry open."

"Little junior brother, you forgot that we just killed a Nangong Wusheng not long ago, and the head of that Wusheng was lying in your senior brother's storage treasure." The monk "Hua" smiled.

"Yes, that person has just died not long ago, and his soul should have not dissipated. As long as he searches for him, he can learn what she knows about Mrs. Han. In addition, he may even grasp the weaknesses, handles, and secrets of the Nangong family." Du Fan's eyes lit up.

"It's not as optimistic as you think. Some deep-seated secrets, such as the blood inheritance of the Nangong family, historical secrets and other important memories, must be covered by prohibitions, and it's shattered at once, and it's impossible for outsiders to know it." The old drunkard said, as if he didn't have much hope or expectation for the Martial Saint's soul search, or he had done similar things before, but the results were very little.

"Then try it out too, maybe there will be unexpected surprises." Du Fan still insisted.

"Okay." The old drunkard smiled without objection, and then rushed to Yan Beihong and shouted: "Boss Yan, use the head of the Martial Saint."

"Swoosh!" The head of the red-faced old man flew out from Yan Beigui's waist and flickered in front of the old drunkard, the monk Hua, and Du Fan.

"Young brother, come on." The old drunkard pointed at the head of the red-faced old man and made a gesture of asking for help.

"Me? Can this work? He is a martial saint..." Du Fan was stunned, feeling a little unreal, so he asked him to use the soul searching technique on a martial saint? This was too hasty, it was just a joke.

"Why can't it work? At worst, it's impossible to fail!" At this time, Yan Beigui turned around and glanced at Du Fan and said with great domineeringness.

The old drunkard, monk Hua, smiled and gave Du Fan an encouraging look.

"Okay, then I'll try... But let's agree first. If it fails, this head will inevitably explode due to the collapse of the soul space, and even the scum will not be left." Du Fan was not confident enough and was finding a way out for himself.

"It will be broken, it's useless anyway. I originally planned to use this head to pay homage to the master, but I still don't know where the master is buried..." Yan Beigui waved his hand, and his face showed a sad look.

Du Fan made a fuss in his heart, put aside many concerns, and immediately launched the soul search technique, and tossed the head of the red-faced old man.

In the end, he succeeded and peeked into some of the memories from the red-faced old man's soul.
Chapter completed!