The surging sea of ​​blood instantly swallowed up the residual soul.

Like a candle, the remnant soul melts continuously in the hot sea of ​​blood, the whole is distorted and deformed, as if a mass of mud is creeping.

Wu Xianjian itself is an afterimage. At this time, it was hit hard and could not condense the magic light.

After the impact of Blood Sea, the body surface of the residual soul was cut open with dense black scars.

These scars, unable to heal, slowly separated the residual soul.

Among the black scars, there is a destructive breath, as if there is nothing in this world that can be removed.

For a moment, this remnant was like a piece of paper, divided into hundreds, and it became lighter and lighter.

Chu Yan spotted the starlight on the chest of Residual Soul, reached out his hand sharply, and poked with one finger.

That little starlight suddenly appeared at his fingertips.

When I got closer, I knew it.

Suddenly, Chu Yan felt a huge divine thought hidden in it.

As if it is an extremely noble magical power, this moment has to come to Chu Yan's mind.

Chu Yan's eyes narrowed, and he instantly understood.

Concealed in this little starlight is the magical power that the Xianxian Sword divides into eight.

This supernatural power is very powerful. If Chu Yan did not rely on strength to fight, relying on 28 fierce spirits to fight against him. At that time, by his own strength, he would definitely be suppressed.

"This magical power is ever-changing. As long as I can master it, my strength can definitely be improved by one level!"

Chu Yan's consciousness was discovered, and his fingertips popped.

This starlight suddenly turned into a god-like mansion and fell into his eyebrows.

Suddenly, the vast formulas and pictures poured into Chu Yan's brain.

But Chu Yan didn't immediately realize it.

The large array that enveloped this cave had just been violently impacted, and it was already shaky at this time.

Although it will not collapse, some of the fluctuations caused by the recent war will certainly penetrate.

You are not outside at this time, and you do n’t know how much the outside sea eye is affected.

So at this moment Chu Yan plans to search as soon as possible, there are no treasures available.

Otherwise, the time is prolonged, and the Elder Tianyazong is here. It is not convenient to see him here.

Looking at the big holy remnant that was gradually dissipating, Chu Yan shook his head.

There is no need to collect this residual soul.

Said to be a residual soul, in fact, it is closer to the condensate of the residual soul and resentment, but it is just a projection of Wuxian Dasheng in this world.

It is fortunate to be able to get a magical heritage from it.

It is impossible to get more benefits like Soul Search.

And because this residual soul is too broken, there is no soul to draw.

In this moment of work, as the surrounding air blew, the last trace of remnant completely dissipated like green smoke.

There is no longer any breath about Wuxian Dasheng here.

Chu Yan flew up into the air, moved his aura, and lifted his feet.

Bang! A stream of air pressed down.

The original radiant mixed awns were instantly light and calm, and calm.

The cave that was beaten upside down and vanished in the void became clear.

Chu Yan looked down.

The cave at this time was very different from when he first entered.

Those huge bones and weapons have been blasted into powder.

At this moment it looks empty.

Chu Yan's thoughts swept away, and he did not find any remnants in the void.

But just leaving, Chu Yan felt uneasy.

He fell to the ground and came to the place where the coffin had been.

"Drilled out from here."

Chu Yan looked at the ground and groaned slightly.

The ground beneath your feet is now burned into magma, stepping on it, with tension and elasticity.

After a while, Chu Yan made a decision.

He punched in a punch.

The fist wind was like a thunderstorm, and the ground suddenly blasted a large hole with a diameter of more than one hundred feet.

Immediately, a white glow emerged from deep underground.

Seeing this, Chu Yan nodded: "Fortunately, I glanced."

This white light, which contains a hint of mysterious gold, gives a feeling of precious light.

Although it is unknown at present, it must be a treasure.

If the place where the Great Saint of Huixian returned to the market, if nothing really stayed, it would be a bit unreasonable.

Chu Yan jumped down the big hole and found out that he had come to an underground secret room.

And the big hole I made was right above this closet.

I want to come to this secret room, which is built under the coffin, and it needs to be hidden deeper and protected by the formation method, so it was not discovered before.

As for the formation method, it must have been destroyed in the recent war.

After entering this secret room, Chu Yan immediately looked at the white light source.

Immediately he saw that in the deepest part of this small closet, the phantom of a long sword was three feet above the ground, hovering in midair.

"Yi Xianjian!"

Chu Yan recognized it at a glance.

However, this Xunxian Sword is just a ghost image, as it was held in the hands of Xunxian Great Holy Remnant.

It's just that this ghost image is more solid, more realistic than the blue phosphorous fire condensed.

And more importantly, only a trace of the killing and extinction that belonged to the original Xianxian sword was left on this virtual shadow.

Looking at this ghost image, Chu Yan was a little worried for a moment.

This is obviously a treasure, but this treasure does not know how to take it away, nor how to use it.

Grasp it with your hands, but you just felt a coolness, and it was just the air that was holding in your hands, and the shadow remained motionless.

"You ... don't ... feel ... cut inflammation ... unable ... to play ... your ... sword meaning ... well ..." At this time, the voice behind the gate of **** came.

Chu Yan's thoughts suddenly moved, her eyes blinked.

He immediately understood what the other party meant.

"You mean, this ghost can make Zhan Yan become a sword?"

"Zhan Yan ... this is ... a piece of ... fragment ... naturally ... can ... Ning Jian ..." "You didn't say it earlier."

Chu Yan immediately recruited Zhan Yan.

The **** streamer suddenly interweaves and merges with the white light in the dense room.

Zhan Yan looks more like a huge sickle.

It's just that the blade of the sickle needs a few more.

Although cutting inflammation is a powerful magic weapon, it does n’t give up much more than the punishment of heaven. However, with this magic weapon like a sickle, not a sickle, or a flying sword, it is always a little worse than using a sword .

At this time, hearing the sound of deep in the sea, Chu Yan knew what to do.

However, as he walked towards Xingying, he heard the other party babble and mutter.

"Actually ... your ... mirror ..." Chu Yan: "..." "You speak now, not only stuttering, but also learn not to finish?"

After waiting for a while, Chu Yan sneered.

"First ... forge ... the sword ... let's ... I ... fell asleep ..." The voice dropped, and this time there was no sound, leaving only Chu Yan to face the shadow of the sword that was constantly whitewashing.