Chapter 46 The Third Floor of the Ancient Tomb

In the second layer of the gray ancient tomb, the gray long dragon shines in the sky, and the huge dragon body is hidden in the gray clouds.

Close-up, on each dragon scale of the dragon body, there is a rapidly rotating whirlpool, and in each whirlpool, there is a gray energy, which is constantly condensed and compressed, and constantly refined into a pure magical power.

This power cannot be absorbed by ordinary people, but for creatures such as sword spirits, it is tantamount that immortals get a powerful true element of pure ancient immortals.

While constantly absorbing this power, the color of the gray dragon's body is getting deeper and deeper, with light gray, turning into dark gray, like an entity.

On the head, there was a young man sitting. The young man's eyes were wide open, and the white pupils suddenly appeared coldly, and a terrible and vast pressure gradually leaked out.

"Senior, slow down. It's too fast. I can't hold on." The rotation speed of countless large and small vortices in the gray dragon has exceeded the speed that Han Fei can achieve.

Lian Cangtian nodded secretly below. It was beyond his expectation that Han Fei could support him for so long. He has long felt that the skills used by Han Fei are a kind of domineering skills, showing a constant and ancient atmosphere, which is obviously the ancient skills of cultivation.

He did not know that Han Fei's skill is indeed an ancient skill. The Bagua Tongtian sword formula is an ancient practice skill left by the ancient giant, which implies the eight trigram cultivation method and the sword formula. It's just that Han Fei removed the way of gossip cultivation, evolved the gossip into a sword skill, and thoroughly practiced it into an auxiliary sword skill.

The real is the Tongtian sword formula, and what is unexpected is that Han Fei is in it. By chance, on the operation of the sword formula, he refers to the refining method of the refiner and absorbs the cultivation in a unique refining way, which is equivalent to absorbing, while practicing, more domineering de-refining and condensing.

There was a cold and anxious shout from the sky again. Only then did Lian Cang Tian smile. With a wave of his hand, an incomparable energy blade flew out, instantly bombarded a ghost in half, and then was sucked away by the suction from the void.

At the same time, Lian Tian raised his hand and injected a force into the cold body above the dragon head of the sky.

This force, following the meridians hidden in the flesh and blood of Han Fei, poured into the Dantian space in Han Fei's body, broke through the surroundings of Han Fei's golden elixir, and the Yuanying Zhenyuan obtained on Fuxi Mountain poured into the cold flying golden elixir.

Han Fei's body was shocked, and this new force appeared. Han Fei immediately boosted his spirit, and the refining power in the celestial body soared again.

With such continuous absorption and refining, in this layer, those dense ghosts that can have Jindan period confrontation are actually absorbed and decomposed at a terrible speed.

Seven days later, Han Fei frowned and looked at the gray dark clouds all over his body, even covering the whole kilometer-long dragon's body.

"Kid, use your sword to disperse these negative obsessions. These things can't be swallowed even by space cracks." The refining sky shouted below. In this void, the ghost body that has been condensed for thousands of years has been absorbed and hungry. Even Han Fei can't think of this. He doesn't know that Tongtian, as a sword spirit, can continue to grow without restrictions. This time, the power of absorption and refining is strong. Any sneeze by Tongtian is estimated to form a tearing space. Windy.

Han Fei smiled bitterly, but his bitter smile was covered by dark clouds. He didn't use the sword. His spiritual power had been squandered, but even the edge of the dark clouds could not retreat.

After lying on Tongtian's head and taking a few deep breaths, Han Fei sat up and held the dragon horns like a big lazy bear holding the branches of Tongtian.

"Tong Tian, you have to figure it out by yourself." Tongtian is a sword spirit, and a flying sword of the Jindan period can clean up Tongtian, because he has no body.

However, after absorbing and refining so much power, although Tongtian's wisdom is not enough, it is still possible to deal with these negative obsessions.

"Roar!"

Tongtian looked up slightly, and the gray dragon's eye slowly opened, as if he had just woken up. However, the dragon's eyes flashed like thunder and lightning.

The dark clouds located in the sight of the longan suddenly rolled up, and then instantly turned into nothingness.

Tongtian first sent a thought to Han Fei that he was worried about being coquettish, and then there was a fierce dragon mouth, making a roar.

"Oh--"

As soon as the dragon sang, the thousand-meter-long dragon's body shook violently. On the powerful dragon scales and claws, a gray force suddenly spread out, dissipating the dark clouds in an instant.

Han Fei blinked his eyes a few times, and then there was the dragon horn with joy.

"Well done, Tongtian, hahaha, all right, you go back. I'm going to the third floor."

Tongtian blinked, and then the dragon's body shook, and the huge body turned into a gray light and penetrated into Han Fei's body.

In the Dantian space, Tongtian made a few eager and happy calls to the golden Danyao, and then drilled into the open 100,000 landscape map.

Han Fei fell from the air with a smile on his face. He smiled and waved his hand. In the distance, a blood-red light suddenly flew and fell on his hand quickly. Han Fei looked at it in surprise, and his face suddenly turned strange.

Floating in the hands of Lian Cangtian turned out to be a blood-red rice bucket.

That's right, it's just a rice bucket, blood-red, monster rice bucket.

Feeing the strange corners of Han Fei's mouth, Lian Cangtian snorted coldly and said, "Don't underestimate this blood refining tripod. He can refine all the power and condense into a pure blood. It is a famous ancient magic weapon of my family's blood refining tripod. Of course, now it's just because it hasn't been used for a long time. It automatically hides its true face. As long as I break the seal after a period of refining, I can naturally restore his true face.

Han Fei smiled and said, "So, senior, this rice bucket... cough, this tripod is what you are looking for here?"

Lian Cangtian nodded and said, "This is the only magic weapon I got thousands of years ago. It's just that after being sealed by Zixia, it was thrown here and sealed. This tripod is also the symbol of my refiner, refining all the strength. Jie Jie, now, I will restore the blood of the boy Lei Yun, and let him increase his cultivation speed and strength greatly. Da Zeng, I don't believe that he shouldn't have a surname..."

I don't want to pay attention to him!

Han Fei turned around and pinched the nebula chain seal again, but it was much more complicated and cautious than before. The magic seal was pinched out, and the gray nebula in the sky suddenly turned into a white nebula, and the silver-white chain rattled.

The larger nebula and the larger chain seal array made Han Fei's forehead and drops of sweat lower.

At the same time, Han Fei's mind flashed with the third seal of the nebula chain seal. The more and more complicated fingerprints, if it hadn't been for Han Fei's hard work for 20 years, I'm afraid he wouldn't understand it at all, let alone use it.

The nebula condensed, the chain pulled, and a huge black space was exposed. Han Fei wiped his sweat and looked back.

Lian Tian waved his hand and said, "I'll wait for you here and check the blood refining tripod by the way."

Gently nodded, moved his feet, and Han Fei immediately penetrated into the space.

This is an empty space. In the space, there is only a small island floating, drifting non-stop, like a homeless tramp who has no home, wandering tirelessly.

Suddenly, the space fluctuated, and a young man in white fell on the isolated island.

The young man looked at the small wooden house on the isolated island, hesitated for a moment, and still walked over. After finding that there was no trace of formation or crisis, he gently opened the wooden door.

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