"Fly into the mother's Qi Cauldron!"

This is a systemic idea!

Zhao Fang's eyes narrowed, endured the severe pain all over his body, and rushed directly to the mother's Qi Cauldron.

"What? Before dying, do you still have to feel this treasure of immortals?"

Kun Yuan joked, "But, I have never been as beautiful as an adult, you should die!"

His five fingers spread out, swallowing and spitting out amazing power, covering Zhao Fang Jianying like a net.

The snare shrinks, cuts and crushes everything.

In an instant.

The sword baby seemed to be cut and shattered, and his consciousness was instantly annihilated.

...

When he came to his senses, there was a gray world in front of him.

Zhao Fang, who had returned to Qingming Festival, quickly touched the immortals to his immortal spring. There was quiet and peaceful, and there was no Kun Yuan's figure.

"Kun Yuan is gone?"

"My sword baby is intact?"

Zhao Fang had an unreal feeling. Just now, he clearly felt that Jianying was crushed, how could it be as intact as before?

More importantly, where did Kunyuan go?

He didn't believe that that guy would have a heart of kindness for a moment and let himself go.

While thinking, Zhao Fang looked around and suddenly realized that the environment here was very strange, not the Zijing Mountain where he was before.

"Where is this? System!"

He called on the system and wanted to get an answer, but there was no response.

"This guy is really unreliable at the critical moment!"

After cursing, Zhao Fang looked at the world in front of him.

"Before I fell into a coma, I jumped into the mother Qi Cauldron as the system said. If there were no accidents, this should be the inner world of the mother Qi Cauldron."

The original immortal energy flowing in this world is exactly the same as the original immortal energy he practiced before, and it also serves as evidence of Zhao Fang's judgment.

"Since it's the world inside the cauldron, what's going on? Isn't Kun Yuan inside me? Why did he suddenly disappear? Where did he go?"

Zhao Fang didn't believe that Kun Yuan would die so easily and must be somewhere in this world.

He checked himself, and there was no problem, but the ancient sword of Tibetan Feng disappeared.

"What a pity."

Zhao Fang really felt a pity that the ancient sword had the sharpness of all the monks and cloud beasts under the realm of cutting over the God Transformation.

"How to break this situation?"

Zhao Fang frowned and thought, constantly checking around, hoping to find the difference in this world, looking forward to getting a way out.

But after searching for several days, nothing was found.

During this period, he encountered many transformed fairy grasses. If it weren't for the ability to cover the sky and the earth, he would have been caught by the group transformed fairy grasses and offered them like giant pandas.

It's really a gift.

Putting stone carvings and applying some wax will definitely allow those transformed fairy grass to observe and study for many years.

"Damn, it's too perverted here. There are countless transformations of immortal herbs. This is just a fairy grass kingdom."

He even suspected that this mother Qi Cauldron had transplanted all the fairy grasses in a certain world. The number was so terrifying that he almost exposed it several times.

but.

He has not gained nothing in the past few days.

Yesterday, he vaguely felt the breath of the ancient sword of Tibetan Feng. He followed him all the way and came to a dark mountain.

At the bottom of the mountain is a huge hole. From a distance, it looks like a gloomy and terrifying monster's open mouth, extremely cunning.

Think about it.

Zhao Fang chose to enter the cave.

It's not a curiosity, but because there is no fairy grass around the cave. He is now being chased by fairy grass and has nowhere to hide. The cave is now a great hiding place.

The cave was dimly lit, and green lights faintly appeared at the end. Zhao Fang carefully followed the green light. When he reached the end, he came to a huge mountain belly.

In the center of the mountain belly, there is a quiet pool hundreds of feet in size. The water in the pond is clear and exudes the intoxicating breath of the original fairy spirit.

"The hidden pond where the original immortal energy gathers?"

Zhao Fang took a breath of cold air, a hint of ecstasy flashing in his eyes.

But when he saw the scene above the pond, his brows immediately frowned.

A series of white chains condensed from the original immortal energy were wrapped around an evil long sword surrounded by purple energy.

The sword kept struggling, trying to break free from the white chain, but was firmly tied by the white chain, only emitting a fierce and fierce sword aura.

The sword energy stormed in the cave and scattered in all directions. Zhao Fang hurriedly used it to cover the sky and the earth, but was still plagued by a sword energy, leaving an astonishing sword wound on his arm.

Zhao Fang frowned.

He finally understood that the cave had such a strong aura of fairy spirit, but why there were no fairy grasses coming closer.

The sword energy just now is enough to destroy any fairy grass that is approaching. If he hadn't been distorting the space by covering the sky and distorting it in another space, he would have been dead long ago.

"What a sharp sword, you can even cut through another space. Could it be that this is the real ancient sword for Tibetan sword?"

Zhao Fang narrowed his eyes.

Buzz ~

The ancient sword swept up layers of thick purple aura and cut off one of the white chains.

"not good!"

Zhao Fang's eyes burst.

He quickly turned around and headed straight to the entrance of the cave.

But it's still too late.

Slap!

Dozens of crisp sounds burst out in an instant, and the purple long sword broke free from the white chains, as if it was crazy, and rushed straight to Zhao Fang's back heart.

Puff!

Not to mention resisting, Zhao Fang didn't even have a chance to react. As soon as he noticed it, he paused, a purple sword blade penetrated from his chest.

puff!

Zhao Fang blew blood in his mouth.

Your uncle!

The severe pain made his face distorted, and he felt that life was worse than death.

What surprised him a little was that this fierce sword did not take his own life.

"What's going on?"

Zhao Fang was suspicious and noticed that the purple sword inserted into his chest was exuding strange power to repair his own injuries and improve his own cultivation.

He was originally only at the fifth level of the Nascent Soul, but after more than a dozen breaths, he was promoted to the ninth level of the Nascent Soul.

Moreover, this improvement is intensifying.

The boundless power surged from the purple sword blessed himself, making Zhao Fang unable to control himself.

The pleasure brought by this increase in power is better than all enjoyment in the world. Even practitioners with high cultivation level cannot resist it!

boom!

His cultivation level eventually broke through the shackles of the Nascent Soul and was promoted to the Infant Change Realm.

His cultivation level is still improving, and within a moment, he soars to the realm of Transformation of Gods.

"I'm just dreaming!"

He crossed three realms at once.

Even if the system is upgraded, it has never been so outrageous.

He was determined to question, but the body's senses were so sharp and clear that they could not be faked.

"I have been promoted to the realm of God Transformation? Very good, Cang Yan Hou, Immortal Alliance, it's time to seek revenge on you."
Chapter completed!