Twin martial arts

The golden liquid filled his missing spine, but he couldn't be happier because the liquid gave him a metallic texture, too strong and uncomfortable to ignore.

But his movements were no longer restricted. He moved his hands and feet, and he didn't feel any discomfort except for the metal texture on his spine, which made him feel relieved.

In fact, when Lin Fa moved his body slightly and spit out blood, the Tianjiao who had just been scared away suddenly roared angrily. He knew that his speculation just now was true and that Lin Fan was in the stage of transformation. In the critical period, it is not suitable to fight fiercely with others.

But he was frightened. Lin Fan's ferocity to kill Tianjiao with a halberd frightened him and made him run away without a fight. Now he felt that everyone despised him. At that time, everyone squinted at him and stayed away from him.

She obviously didn't want to stand with him, as if standing with him was an insult.

This made him feel ashamed, and at this time, the elder Tianjiao who had just stopped him from going to fight sneered: "You guessed it right, Lin Fan is in a critical period of transformation, but why don't you persevere?"

"Hehe, the great contribution to killing Lin Fan is right in front of you, but you gave it up."

Another Tianjiao also spoke.

Eighteen Tianjiao's eyes flickered with murderous intent: "What do you mean?"

"Hmph! What do you mean? We don't accept cowards, deserters who flee without a fight."

"Yes, it is an insult to us to be in the same sky with people like you."

The 'Pathbreaker' team had internal strife and was unanimously xenophobic because he was intimidated by Lin Fan. These people felt that if they and others were still with him, they would be abandoned and despised.

"what"

This day, Tianjiao's shame, unwillingness, anger and other emotions filled his heart, making him roar to the sky.

"What's it called? If you have the ability, go down and fight Lin Fan now." The elder Tianjiao was so powerful that he was said to be afraid of Lin Fan just now, which already displeased him.

Eighteen Tianjiao suddenly turned his head, with a murderous aura in his heart, and looked at Lin Fan. He planned to wash away the shame of being scared away with a bloody battle.

However, the moment he turned his head, he saw Lin Fan throwing a fist forward at random, and there was a crisp 'bang' sound in the void in front of him, and a fist-sized vacuum appeared.

This scene made the corners of his eyes twitch. He could see that Lin Fan didn't use any soul power, but just relied on physical power.

Lin Fan seemed to have sensed No.18 Tianjiao's eyes, turned his head slowly, and glanced at him casually; the meaning was too obvious, 'come down and fight'.

"what"

No.18 Tianjiao roared, fled to the distance, and fought alone with Lin Fan. He didn't have the guts. He knew that from today on, he was finished, and there was no future to speak of. His reliance, his pride, was beaten by Lin Fan. It was smashed.

Lin Fan withdrew his gaze. Since the Eighteenth Heavenly Talent fled, he would never pay attention to him again from now on.

Continuing to walk up, the Qingyun Ladder has already been walked more than half.

When Lin Fan's back disappeared in front of everyone's eyes, everyone's eyes were still staring in the direction where Lin Fan disappeared, no matter if they were elders or disciples, they were all the same.

Relying on a single look, one of the top [-] Tianjiao was startled back. With such power, how many people are there in the entire inner sect?

The top ten evildoers in the inner sect list have their enemies. This is the conclusion of everyone's heart. There is no doubt that if Lin Fan can really complete the ladder, then the inner sect's list of Tianjiao will be changed because of him.

They seem to be witnessing the rise of a king.

Lin Fan took a step, and the scene in front of him changed drastically, as if he had come to a place where soldiers were buried.

Countless tombs filled the space in front of the tens of thousands of feet. These tombs were large and small, with different heights.

"The blood holy burial vessel is here."

Lin Fan came to a grave several tens of feet high, and recited the handwriting on his tombstone.

In fact, this so-called 'handwriting' is nothing more than an imprint of the soul, which he perceives.

"Holy, what kind of existence is it?"

It's not the first time Lin Fan has heard the word "sacred". On the "Wangxiang Terrace" and here, he has learned that there are holy realms among cultivators.

But on the continents of various countries, the peak of cultivation is nothing more than the realm of the legal body, so where did this saint come from?

"Going against the sky here, I can't bear to be buried with the king's soldiers, so I hide it here, and those who are destined for future generations can get it."

This is the imprint of the mind and soul left by a tombstone more than ten feet high. Lin Fan sensed that he was walking in front of countless large graves.

Browsing through countless fragments of imprints of spirits and souls left over from unknown ages, he was very puzzled. Among the thousands of tombs, the lowest level is the tomb of the king.

Of course, these are just inferences based on the height and size of Lin Fan's tomb. For example, the tombs of kings are probably between fifteen and twenty feet, while the tombs of Yasheng are between twenty and thirty feet. The tomb is about thirty feet to eighty feet.

"Are there really soldiers in the tomb?"

Lin Fan frowned, because he couldn't feel the breath of any soldiers through the thick soil layer.

According to his estimation, if there were soldiers hidden in these tombs, the aura would be shocking, and maybe he couldn't get close at all.

"Guilty."

Lin Fan stood in front of a fifteen-foot-tall tomb, clasped his fists, and then waved his palms. Yuan power swarmed and turned into giant golden hands, pulling out the grave!

Finally, a clear spring appeared at the bottom of the tomb, and amidst the rippling water, a ruler no more than one foot long could be vaguely seen in the spring.

"Is this a measuring ruler?"

Lin Fan was horrified, those who dared to use this kind of soldiers were not ordinary people, measuring the sky, claiming to be able to measure the sky, how domineering is that?

He bent down, golden soul power pervaded his hands, trying to take out the measuring ruler in the spring water.

But he was in vain, the measuring ruler was obviously in the water, but he couldn't get it.

"See through the falsehood!"

Lightning runes swayed in his eyes, he saw through the clear spring, and the measuring ruler inside was just a phantom.

"Did he disappear in the long river of time?"

Lin Fan was a little unwilling, because he only felt the slightest aura of Quantianchi, which also gave him a sense of domineering, surpassing any aura he had come into contact with, including Yao Lao from the Soul Wandering Boundary, and he was no match for it.

Afterwards, he dug more than a dozen large tombs in a row, but still found nothing. Sometimes there was a clear spring in the tombs, and sometimes there was a small lake of blood, and there were even a pile of bones in one or two large tombs.

But there is one thing in common. At the bottom of these tombs, there are remnants of the breath of the supreme warrior.

Too powerful and terrifying, the aura of various soldiers in these dug up tombs filled the air, making Lin Fan's face pale, and cold sweat kept falling down.

Moreover, he actually felt that his body was unstable, as if he was going to collapse.