Shi Jian closed his eyes and muttered something in his mouth. The white fairy dress around him slowly fluttered, and the invisible force supported her long hair.

Finally, the original crisp sound of the Shijian Sword changed, which was particularly vicissitudes: "Eternal Eternal"

Luo Lan appeared in a dark space, and then a little light appeared under her feet, and the light spreaded in all directions in a ring shape, and the familiar ground slowly emerged from the aura.

Soon, the halo dissipated, and a blue stone floor formed under Luo Lan's feet that could not be seen at all, as if it was an endless sword world.

Shi Jian appeared not far away from Luo Lan with a smile and said, "Master, come on, Shi Jian is here to accompany you, cheer you up and cheer you up. The time here is precious, don't be lazy."

Luo Lan smiled and said, "Let me kiss me, I will practice swords immediately."

"Hehe..." Shi Jian stuck out his tongue and said with a smile, "No kiss."

Although Luo Lan said that, there was no frivolous look on her face, and everything was just out of her purest love for Shi Jian.

"Since you want to condense the wild laws and the sweeping laws, you will naturally comprehend the Wrath of the Hurricane." Luo Lan's vision has become very different.

Luo Lan's mind immediately saw the scene of watching the blue light man use "Hurricane Wrath" back then. His magical skills not only lived in the divine crystal, but also were deeply imprinted in his mind.

Luo Lan dared not recall it before because his soul and spirit could not bear that kind of power, but now he decided to give it a try.

Luo Lan closed her eyes and saw darkness in front of her. Then a blue light man appeared. The light man had a blurry face and had a momentum, causing "the wrath of a hurricane".

The body blade, the body of the blue light man and the light blade merged into one, and then a fierce attack appeared. The blue light man instantly moved to the distance; the wind rose, and the terrifying power of the wind swept up; the wrath, all the divine power exploded, forming a hurricane of destruction and a shocking wrath.

Before, Luo Lan could not recall his magical skills at all, because when the last "angry" stage appeared, he would have a split headache and could not remember the details behind him at all. But now, Luo Lan only felt a slight pain in his head and saw the complete hurricane rage.

Being able to recall the complete form of the Wrath of Hurricane means that Luo Lan's soul and spiritual power can withstand this set of magical skills, but all she lacks is power.

Luo Lan was neither happy nor sad, her eyes closed, and the scene of a hurricane rage appeared in front of her. When the hurricane rage broke out, Luo Lan's head hurt again, which was a little worse than before.

Luo Lan did not stop, recalling the wrath of the hurricane over and over again. On the 99th time, the wrath of the hurricane broke out, and Luo Lan's head suddenly exploded, and the body under the head was like burning tissue paper. When the wind blew, it slowly dissipated.

However, the golden soul was suspended in the air and was safe and sound.

Countless powers of faith gushed outward, forming his new body in an instant. The new body was approaching the state of the Holy Spirit, stronger than the original body, and his hair turned black without realizing it.

Shi Jian said with distress: "Master, don't be so desperate. In fact, even if you use the stupidest method to constantly practice sword skills, with the ability of the ancestors, you can understand the origin of the wind in these three hundred days."

Luo Lan smiled softly and said, "Who said I just want to understand the origin of wind as long as I condense the origin of wind first, I can learn from other sources and condense other sources. At that time, you can show me the magical skill of water "The Daughter of the Sea", and I can quickly understand the origin of water."

Luo Lan refused to comprehend the power of the water magic skill before because that power was too xenophobic. Once he obtained that power, it would be difficult to practice the other four origins. However, if he could first practice the origin of wind and that power, the water magic skill would have no negative impact on him.

"Oh, master, come on, don't worry Shi Jian." Shi Jian looked at Luo Lan with heartache.

Luo Lan nodded and recalled the wrath of the hurricane again. Just like before, when he recalled the 99th time, his body dissipated again, and finally the Ancestral Sword restored his body.

Luo Lan is now in the eternal space, not like Jian Tiandi, who only has consciousness. Without the support of the Immortal Predecessor, his body will not only collapse, but his soul will also be severely damaged. But now he is the Immortal Predecessor, and this level of power will only make him tired and will not cause damage to his soul.

Luo Lan recalled the 99th hurricane wrath again, and after the third reorganization of her body, she stopped.

"It's almost done"

Luo Lan held the lava sword in his hand and began to use the wild sword technique...

The outside world has been around for thousands of years.

While Luo Lan was concentrating on practicing, he ignored a very important thing - as the origin priest, the Blood Staff Priest could not have no other means.

Every 100 days of Luo Lan staying in the ancient space means that the Blood Staff Priest was imprisoned for one hundred days, which means that the Blood Staff Priest's consciousness is separated from the Blue Continent for one hundred days.

In the northwest of the Orc Empire, the sphere of influence of the Western Taurus Alliance, and in the secret room of the Chief Hall of the Blood Staff Tribe, one of the most powerful tribes, a strange totem flag is constantly changing.

This totem flag is four meters long and looks very simple, with an upright horn embroidered on it. The horns were originally gray, but from the day before yesterday, the bottom of the horns turned black, and the black spreading upwards at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In less than three days, the horns became dark

Just after the horns turned completely black, the totem flag suddenly burned, and then turned into twelve spots of light and flew in different directions.

Soon, one holy talonist after another flew here. Six hours later, the twelve holy talonist arrived.

These twelve holy thrones of the Taurus are the elite among the Western Templars of Taurus, the worst one is the Immortal Holy throne, and there are even two original holy thrones.

There is a war saint in the original saint position, a black cow man with a dirty body, as if he had just crawled out of the mud, and he was also the only orc in the Orc Empire who dared to call himself a black cow war saint.

Another original holy position is a priest, a strong female sturdy ox-headed man, Priest Shaman. Priest Shaman is very concerned about her appearance, so she has always used totems to keep herself young, rather than allowing people to see an old cow who has lived for more than five hundred years.

"It's all here. Since Blood Staff says he is either dead or imprisoned, let's go in and see what information he left in the end."

A group of twelve people entered the secret room of the Blood Staff Tribe, and no one even dared to stop it.

Ten minutes later, the twelve people suddenly rushed out together, and then Priest Shaman threw out a totem flying carpet, and the twelve people went up together, flying towards the direction of the Wasteland Mountain at an extremely fast speed.

"Ghosts" Black Bull Zhan Sheng cursed, "I didn't expect this old guy to hide such a big secret. What made us dedicate it to the temple. There was never a temple in the eyes of our Western Taurus Alliance."

"Shut up the temple supreme" Priest Shaman glared at the Black Bull War Saint.

"Hehe. The temple is supreme, tell the temple this news."

"..." Priest Shaman was silent.

A timid scalper asked: "Two sirs, should we make some preparations, such as notifying our family or something."

"Bah, don't be so discouraged," said Black Bull War Saint disdainfully, "The old guy has already said that the most likely Grey Wolf War Saint is the Gray Wolf War Saint who took action must have used a second artifact. How much of his original power is there? Now he can't move the artifact at all. The old guy from Blood Staff just left a few days ago and is now dead, so we don't have to be afraid of Grey Wolf War Saint."

A buffalo priest seemed very hesitant.

"Hmph, if the news leaks, who is responsible? There are so many treasures in it. If only twelve of us, everyone will take a magic weapon. If your family accidentally tells you, let the temple know that you only have one holy weapon at most." The Black Bull War Saint glanced at everyone fiercely and said, "Whoever dares to leak the news, I will kill anyone. This is the hope of Lao Niu's promotion field or even the promotion to a demigod."

Priest Shaman said slowly, "You must think clearly, why should the Supreme Priest become a demigod? Someone said hundreds of years ago that he got a ruin of the Kingdom of God. If we get this ruin of the Kingdom of God, we might be twelve demigods."

The other Taurus nodded in an orderly manner and recognized the action.

Ten hours later, the totem flying carpet came over the Wasteland Lake and slowly landed.

At this time, the taurens and gray werewolf of the two tribes were on guard and were as serious as before.

"What should I do? They saw it." The Black Bull War Saint hesitated.

The twelve Taurus Holy Territory began to remain silent.

After a while, Priest Shaman slowly said: "The biggest enemy of the Orc Empire is the plague. If a tribe suddenly gets infected with plague, it must be normal."

The other Taurus Holy Pose was shocked and began to express their opinions.

"If there is a plague, nothing should happen..."

“The plague is better…”

"Then let's get plague. Plague can also destroy their minds and make totem art unable to extract memories..."

...

Seeing all the taurens approve, Priest Shaman took out a transparent magic bottle. The bottle looked like a ball of green smoke rolling around, but in fact it was a group of extremely small poisonous insects, best at spreading plagues.

Priest Shaman chanted a spell and cast a spell. He opened the bottle mouth and the green smoke flew out, dispersing into individuals that were difficult to detect with his naked eyes, rushing towards the taurens and gray werewolfs around the Wasteland Lake.

The other eleven Taurus Holy Pose either uses totem techniques or uses beast power to protect the whole body. Everyone's eyes were filled with fear when they looked at the smoke - the plague is the natural enemy of orcs, and has been deeply imprinted in their blood.

The twelve taurens were waiting quietly. Soon, there were waves of curses and cries coming from below. Soon, the sound below became louder and louder. Some orcs realized that it was the people on the totem flying carpet, so they launched an attack. But the orcs could not attack the totem flying carpet at high altitude.

This kind of artificial plague is even more terrifying. The orcs, cattle and sheep died in large numbers, and even some wild insects and birds could not escape the plague's poison.

Shaman said expressionlessly: "The Gray Wolf War Saint has not appeared yet, and there is no water in the lake, so he must be inside. Should we rush in together, or do we divide into two groups and one group of people outside to watch out?"

The Black Bull War Saint hurriedly said, "I must go down."

The other taurens remained silent, obviously reluctant to part with the treasure inside.

"Oh... Then let's go down together..."

So, the twelve strongest holy positions of the Western Taurus Alliance of the Orc Empire began to enter the tunnel.

However, in the face of the huge treasure, these holy positions forgot the most basic problem-the Blood Staff Tribe obviously has two initial holy positions, but the Blood Staff Priest did not inform the two descendants.

Luo Lan is in the eternal space and cannot feel the passage of time at all. He only rests for one hour every day, that hour, because he wants to use the three warmth to strengthen his body.

Luo Lan discovered a strange phenomenon. Every time the power of faith reorganized his body, it retained the power of the three warmth strengthening, allowing him to clearly realize the power and terrifying aspects of the ancestral sword.

With the soul and power of faith of the immortal saint, he strengthened his body. In addition, he had been baptized by the magical skills of evolving heaven and earth and wind, so he quickly understood the three strongest laws of wind.

After understanding the three laws of flying, wildness and sweeping winds, Luo Lan sat for three days and three nights, and then continued to practice swordsmanship.

This time the practice was different from before. He opened the "Book of Sword Skills", wrote down all the wind sword skills in it, and then practiced a lot of them.

The origin of the original is to understand the source of everything. Luo Lan's understanding of the three laws of flying, wildness and sweeping is beyond words, but the origin of wind does not only include these three laws.

It is true that only three laws need to be integrated to form the origin, but these three laws are actually the trunk and foundation of the "original building". Other fragments of things must be added to truly build the "original building". Those forces are not laws and even sword intent, but they are indispensable parts that constitute the original power.

This time, Luo Lan did not remove the drought and preserve the essence, but absorbed everything, and even "hidden dirt". He would study everything related to the trend without getting tired of it. After the research, he would integrate these forces into his understanding of the original power and form part of the "original building".

Without the help of external forces, even a person who is a hundred times more talented than Luo Lan will take more than ten years to replenish the origin of wind. However, Luo Lan kept recalling the magical skills of wind at the cost of hundreds of deaths - this magical skills of wind contains all the power of wind, and is even more perfect than the origin of wind.

With the guidance of the Wind Skills and the large number of Wind Skills in the Book of Sword Skills, Luo Lan doesn’t have to think hard at all, just confirm and absorb it.

At first, in his consciousness, the three laws of flying, wildness and sweeping were very clear. However, as more mixed forces entered, Luo Lan could no longer see the pure laws, and he always saw the power of the chaotic wind.

Luo Lan did not retreat, but continued to integrate various forces into the "original building", making the original building in his heart stronger and filled with more fragments, more than any original holy position in the blue continent, and even more than those with the most noble divine veins on the plane of the gods.

Because even those with divine veins cannot recall complete magical skills in the position of the law.

As the power of the wind in his heart became more blurred but full, Luo Lan knew that the day of being promoted to the Original Sword Saint was coming.

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Chapter completed!