Lin Fanxue Qianrou

Yao Lao and the others were amazed at the ancient powerful means against the heavens, they were able to separate the dragon veins into five segments, each intercepted a segment for themselves, and protected the holy land forever.

But Lin Fan didn't think so. If there hadn't been a big change in a complete dragon vein, who would spend such a skill to intercept it?

In this world, he did not hear the legend of the dragon veins, but in his original world, he heard too much. Anyone who intercepts the dragon veins will be punished by heaven!

Even if someone's burial tomb occupies the dragon's veins, if the fate is not enough, the family will receive heavenly punishment, not to mention that this is a world of Taoism, and it is even more fear of karma and other karma!

He remembered the words he had heard before, that after the death of the gods, the court of gods fell apart, divided into five parts!

Perhaps it was because the god who could dominate everything died, so the five great powers at that time intercepted the dragon's veins, and each took away a kind of inheritance to create the five holy places.

The most important thing is that besides the deep resentment that Lin Fan felt on the dragon head of the One Yuan Holy Land, there is also the kind of vitality that seems to be able to revive everything in the world, that is to say, even if the dragon vein is divided for thousands of years, it has not died!

Maybe one day, this dragon vein can be reunited.

But looking at it now, Yaolao and the others don't even know that the so-called Five Great Holy Lands are actually one family. Lin Fan doesn't want to say anything about it. Sometimes ignorance is actually a blessing.

After this matter was over, Yao Lao and the others returned to Yaofeng.

Lin Fan's floating island also became quiet. In the past few days, Lin Fan has been staying behind closed doors. After making up for his own shortcomings, Lin Fan cherishes the time he can practice even more.

Each of his two martial souls has three soul power seeds, which represent the cultivation level of his three realms of condensing essence. He didn't understand how to break through the small realm of condensing essence until he made up for his own shortcomings.

Each seed of soul power is like a small pool. Only when the cultivator fills up the small pool with water, will a new seed of soul power be differentiated from the original seed of soul power. After all, the small breakthrough of the Yuan Condensation Realm is actually repeating this process constantly.

Only when the cultivator reaches the Ninth Layer of Condensed Yuan, and the seeds of soul power are filled with the condensed Yuan Power, can he break through to the next realm—the Soul Refining Realm!

According to the legend, in order to break through the soul-refining state, the cultivator needs the seed of soul power possessed by ninety-nine to return to one, and then put the soul into the only soul orb after returning to one, and then it can be found in the state of death. A ray of vitality, and only those who find that ray of vitality can break through the condensed essence and enter the soul refining!

"I have one more seed of soul power in every realm than others, and breaking through small realms is more difficult than others."

Lin Fan woke up from the practice, and then said: "However, I am invincible in every realm. Just talking about the competition of the soul power seeds, I have six soul power seeds in the three realms of condensed essence, but the ordinary If a cultivator wants to have six soul power seeds, he needs to go to the sixth level of condensed essence, theoretically, I can defeat the strong man of the sixth level of condensed essence now!"

Thinking of this, Lin Fan's eyes glowed with excitement, and then he calmed down: "The sixth level of condensed essence may be a bit difficult, but if I want to kill an ordinary strong man of the fifth level of condensed element, it should be effortless."

"But it's just that, I'm not satisfied. Not only do I want to be invincible in the same realm, but I also don't want to be complacent about being able to fight across borders. Instead, I should quickly break through the bottleneck of the realm. This is the only thing I pursue!"

Lin Fan's eyes were filled with murderous intent. Qinglin had already taken half of his foot. If he succeeded, then Yiyuanzi would defy all opinions and designate Qinglin as a sword. Is there a place for him?

Therefore, he must go forward bravely, it is best to break through and enter the Soul Refining Realm before Qinglin!

He has this self-confidence, because from ancient times to the present, countless evildoers have been trapped in the soul refining realm for decades or even hundreds of years!

Lin Fan took a deep breath: "Thinking about this now, it seems a bit early, it's important to pay close attention to cultivation now."

Then Lin Fan fell into deep cultivation again.

While Lin Fan was cultivating, the one-yuan holy land had competed for a place for a long time, and finally it was settled.

The several peaks of the Yiyuan Holy Land beckoned disciples, each peak selected ten disciples, except for the Yiyuan Peak which had no fixed disciples, there were a total of 160 people!

And these 160 people, not counting the chief disciples of each peak, and the holy sons like Lin Fan, if they are all added up, there are 160 eight people!

But now on the open space of the Yiyuan Holy Land, more than 100 people stand proudly on the flat ground, each of them is full of vigor and vitality.

An elder stood in front of the pedestrians, and he floated in mid-air with auspicious clouds.

The elder said: "The opening of the ancient tomb this time is a great opportunity for you and even the Holy Land, so after entering it, you must do everything possible to fight for the opportunity!"

What he said made the eyes of the selected disciples shine brightly, as if that share of fate and fortune was placed in the ancient tomb, and they could take it away as long as they went forward.

"Of course, if possible, kill more people from other Holy Lands, because every time we kill one, our One Yuan Holy Land disciples will have one less disciple to compete with us, and we will get more luck!"

The elder spoke with murderous intent, and the disciples present had to nod their heads fiercely. There are only so many chances in the ancient tomb. Of course, the more dead people, the better. Then, after sharing, every chance that can be obtained will be more .

"Of course, the killing mentioned here is only aimed at other holy places. My one-yuan disciples are not allowed to kill each other, otherwise the holy places will severely punish and will not tolerate it!"

Speaking of this, the elder glanced at the crowd with murderous intent, and finally his eyes rested on Lin Fanshi.

Lin Fan was speechless. Does this count as being shot while lying down?

The rest of the people looked at Lin Fan. Many of the selected disciples smiled kindly at Lin Fan. Of course, people from the Dugu and Qinglin families were not so friendly.

The elder's eyes flashed, and he asked, "Lin Fan, did you hear that?"

Lin Fan frowned and looked at the elder. How did he offend this old dog?

Never seen ah.

"I'm asking you, do you hear me?" the elder asked again.

Lin Fan glanced at him: "I won't be offended if people don't offend me."

"Bold enough! How dare you contradict Elder Dugu, do you want to die?"

As soon as Lin Fan finished speaking, a disciple angrily reprimanded him.

"Are you the dog from Dugu's family? Why is the dog barking? I said that no one will offend me, and I will not offend anyone. If anyone provokes me, I will kill him!"

The murderous intent in Lin Fan's eyes was undisguised. He had heard that Dugu Laojiu would be transferred back to the family, and the Dugu family re-sent the elders to the Holy Land. Could it be this guy?