Anyone who sees Chu Yan's actions at this time will be surprised at first.

After that, he would beat his chest and his feet, scolding him for violent things.

Which of these four materials is not extremely rare.

Now Chu Yan actually ate them! This is the only way to choose this approach if you have a big problem in your mind.

But Chu Yan obviously had his own plans.

Even when he chose these four treasures, they were all purposeful.

Whether it's the Ice Remnant Technique, sharpening one's own spiritual knowledge, or sucking evil spirits, to the last four treasures, all are for the purpose of improving one's sword style again.

Zhanyan has the ability to improve, so it is a treasure.

The sword style, as a magical power with the ability to improve, is invaluable! After all, no matter how strong Zhanyan is, it originally belonged to the killing treasure behind the gate of hell.

But the sword style is different.

It is complete and complete, and was self-understood by Chu Yan through the Way of Wisdom, the Book of Heaven and the Sword Tomb.

It belongs entirely to Chu Yan.

And the power is huge.

Chu Yan had already promoted to Sword Two Form before.

This time he is going to pass these treasures to sublimate the sword two style again.

After all the treasures were eaten in the stomach, they were immediately absorbed by Chu Yan and turned into various elements.

Chu Yan closed his eyes, and the silver light on his eyebrows burst out like a silver bottle.

A thick road mark appeared around Chu Yan.

All kinds of sentiments turned into whispers, reverberating continuously around Chu Yan.

In the void, vertical lines of text began to emerge.

These words are constantly rotating, as if the great energy is writing the experience and insights, a magnificent, mighty, and enlightening atmosphere permeates the world.

As time went on, those whispers turned into shallow singing and humming.

The silver light on Chu Yan's eyebrows gradually covered a layer of flames.

Frost slowly formed on the outer layer of the flames.

The fire and the ice are mixed, and the fire and the water are in harmony.

Time seems to have stopped at this moment.

Suddenly, the surrounding light and shade seemed to have completed an alternation.

The long river of time has also resumed its flow.

The shining text that appeared around Chu Yan, silently, turned into fine powder, and dissipated with the wind.

The sword light on Chu Yan's eyebrows suddenly spread, swelling a hundred times, a thousand times, ten thousand times! The galloping magma, the sweeping ice field, and the sweeping sword light merge into one.

"Sword three styles!"

Chu Yan stepped out of the Chiyang Nine Golden Boat in one step.

The void in front of him was instantly dented.

Countless cracks spread wildly around.

The loud crackling made people worry that the sky would collapse in the next moment.

Three swords are great! Just as Chu Yan retracted his sword light and carefully experienced the changes before and after this magical power, he suddenly saw a thick and long silver light burst into the undulating outline in the distance.

The light is dazzling and splendid, like an inverted waterfall, connecting heaven and earth.

At the same time, faintly, huge phantoms like chessboards appeared on the top and tail ends of the silver waterfall.

A figure of hundreds of thousands of feet high, half white and black, like a giant mountain and Haoyue, suddenly rose from the ground.

At this moment, I don't know how much space is directly shattered.

Even the area where Chu Yan was at this time was shaken.

Below him, there was originally a muddy swamp.

At this time, the mud in the swamp boiled, and big bubbles appeared one by one, and the deeply buried bones were all undulating in the big bubbles.

"There is a heavy treasure present!"

Chu Yan reacted instantly, returned to the Chiyang Nine Golden Boat without hesitation, and galloped towards the huge figure that had begun to fade away.

At this moment, the place where the silver light appeared, dozens of monks' figures were spinning quickly around the chessboard.

But at this time their goal is not the chessboard, but each other.

By beheading the opponent, not only can you grab the treasures that the opponent is carrying, but you can also monopolize the treasures of the world.

"Su Chen, the ancient country of phoenix dance, is here, let me go if you don't want to die!"

A loud roar suddenly came from the side that was gradually gaining the upper hand.

In an instant, the sun shone in all directions, and dragons, phoenix, turtles and snakes all appeared.

Su Chen appeared, with a big golden mace in his hand slammed down.

The billowing essence, like boiling sea water, exploded violently.

More than a dozen cultivators around were immediately forced away.

While this group of people was still in shock, they also recognized Su Chen's identity.

"It's Su Chen, the genius of Fengwu Ancient Country!"

"Isn't he still in the Purple Mansion Realm before, how can he be promoted to the real fairyland in just two or three years!"

"It must have used some kind of magical medicine, maybe even the elder of the Fengwu Sect gave him an initiation, after all, he is a genius that has been seen in the ancient country of Fengwu for a hundred years!"

"It's really unlucky to meet Su Chen here!"

"At the time of the Purple Mansion Realm, he already had a huge reputation in the Fengwu Ancient Country. He didn't expect that he would have been promoted to a true immortal without saying anything. Moreover, only the first level of the true fairyland, he could force more than a dozen people of the same level to retreat, even The opponent of True Wonderland, this guy, is really terrible!"

This exclamation reached Su Chen's ears, causing a smug smile to appear on the corners of his mouth.

But this smile was quickly replaced by a sneer.

"If you don't want to die, let Laozi go! This treasure is about to be ordered by the monks in the ancient country of Fengwu!"

As he shouted, many monks from the ancient phoenix dance country gathered around.

There are about fifty monks competing for treasure at this time.

But most of them are fighting separately, so even if the realm is a little higher, if they stand up, they will all be scattered.

On Su Chen's side, the Fengwu Ancient Country monk headed by him reached six.

Therefore, both in realm and strength, they have already gained the upper hand.

More importantly, as soon as Su Chen took action, the sweeping momentum made many people retreat.

However, among them, there are also some who refuse to admit defeat.

"Hmph, the ancient country of Phoenix Dance is amazing! Where are our monks from the ancient country of Julu!"

A long howl came from far away.

Hearing this, Su Chen's face changed slightly.

In the next moment, a figure, like a ghost, came into the crowd as if accompanied by the cold moonlight.

This monk dressed up like a scholar, holding a scroll in his hand, with long hair tied up, sword eyebrows and star eyes, giving a person a very handsome, poetic and arrogant feeling in his belly.

With the arrival of this scholar-like monk, four or five figures immediately gathered around him and confronted Su Chen and other monks from the ancient Fengwu country.

"Shu Tianxing!"

Su Chen squeezed out three words between his teeth.

At that time, the one who could make Su Chen tickled with hatred, except for the mysterious monk who shattered his body a few years ago, was this Shu Tianxing! Although Shu Tianxing didn't let Su Chen suffer a big loss, he was also a leader among the younger generation of the ancient country, and it was inevitable that people would use it as a comparison.

And for a long time, Shu Tianxing's reputation has overwhelmed Su Chen.