"The battle has been decided, you can go and rest first."

Qin Fan looked at everyone, and an unconcealable fatigue appeared on their faces.

Especially Shui Nisheng, the whole person seemed to have lost three souls and seven spirits, and stumbled like a puppet.

This is related to the key battle for the subsequent development of the ghost market, and the mental pressure brought by it is actually greater than the energy consumption.

So everyone nodded and entered the cabin one after another.

However, two people remained in place, namely Hei Thirteen, and Feng Mo, who had better combat power preservation.

"Master, your situation is not good." Feng Mo said before Qin Fan could speak.

"Because of a little backlash." Qin Fan said helplessly, "Don't worry, I..."

"My duty is to protect the master." Feng Mo's stubbornness at this time made Qin Fan very troubled. He killed all the people he should have killed, and he was almost over. What other dangers could he encounter?

But when he thought of this, Qin Fan quickly spat a few times, and this kind of FLAG is still a good idea.

"Since that's the case, let's go together."

Then the four of them jumped down from the airship, and their figures quickly merged into the battlefield.

"Huh?" Qin Fan blinked. His eyes, which were temporarily blinded by fate, showed signs of recovery at this moment.

According to his estimate, it should take several days to pass this backlash period.

He even noticed a warm force pouring into his body, recovering the injuries he had suffered before and the exhaustion of the power he had in battle.

"This is?"

At this moment, Qin Fan stretched out his hands and saw white flames filled with holy aura floating on it.

Feng Mo thought Qin Fan had been plotted against, so he quickly tried to extinguish the white flame, but the moment he came into contact with it, his body suddenly trembled, and the fatigue between his eyebrows was even more exhausted.

“So warm…”

He was not like Qin Fan because the sacred white flame recovered his own consumption, but he felt that his mental power was undergoing an extremely comfortable massage.

It's like being in a warm hot spring in the cold winter.

"It's the true meaning of martial arts!"

Feng Mo looked at the white sea of ​​fire in the distance.

Qin Fan also recalled the detailed information reported by the Biaozi Demon when he understood the true meaning of this martial arts.

[Worry-free Prosperity: Through practicing "The Delusion Soul Divine Art", combined with the long-cherished wishes of tens of thousands of people, the true meaning of martial arts understood.

You will have a halo effect. Any believer who believes in the Lord from the heart is in his halo. When the slogan of Wuyou Sect is shouted, his mental power will be temporarily increased by 100%, and he can actively condense the faith that matches the enemy's military power!

Anyone who does not believe in the Lord is within his aura will be weakened by different degrees of negative BUFF according to his mental strength.

The range of the halo depends on your mental power coverage!]

[Note: Now you are pursuing a force that is different from martial arts. Although it was born from martial arts, it is not within the limit of the true meaning of martial arts in the future.]

[Note: With your current strength, you cannot actively turn on and off the halo. You need to continue to deepen your understanding of faith, and this is an unknown path that has not yet been entered by the foreman.]

At this moment, the power generated by the true meaning of martial arts has far exceeded the information reported.

This also means that it has evolved to the second stage.

"Is it divine power?" Qin Fan felt that he could control this power. When he tried to use this white holy flame to repair the injuries in his eyes, he saw that the holy light of faith that thirty thousand believers not far away dimmed directly.

Then Qin Fan decisively disconnected the link, and the holy flame that appeared on his arms had disappeared.

It is already an unexpected surprise to be able to enter the recovery period in advance. If you want to completely repair the backlash brought by fate, you may exhaust the power of these 30,000 people.

"Let's go."

It is not a suitable opportunity to experiment now, but Qin Fan felt that he would need to go there personally in the future.

The other three people did not ask much about this. Feng Mo and Hei Thirteen were not talkative people, and Mo Kaixin had long focused on the weapon refining formation, and he could not care about other things at all.

Then the four great masters took all their strength, and in less than a quarter of an hour, they had already divided the chaotic battlefield again, and at the same time they also arrived at the destination of the trip.

The entrance to the Secret Realm of the Knife Tomb.

Looking at the rocks in front of him, Qin Fan frowned slightly, while Feng Mo drew his sword and slashed out a passage.

The stones that were originally tempered by the knife intention are now as tender as tofu. With just one sword, they crushed the surrounding rocks into powder.

"Interesting, this weapon refining array is not that simple."

Before entering the secret realm, Mo Kaixin saw the array pattern carved on the ground and was about to copy it on a piece of it on a white paper, and wait until she returned to the ghost market to study it.

At this time, Qin Fan said:

"No need to remember. I have recorded this complete array pattern in the library in the Ghost Market before. You can directly review it with your permission."

This made Mo Kaixin stunned. He felt that he needed to visit the library frequently in the future. He knew when something strange would suddenly appear.

"So this is also the true inheritance of the masters of the Zhudao Hall for all generations, right?"

Qin Fan nodded and looked at Feng Mo who asked about this sentence with some surprise.

"They are swordsmen after all."

Feng Mo's answer was still so concise, but when everyone entered the secret realm, they began to frown.

Because the secret realm of the Knife Tomb is shattering at a speed visible to the naked eye, it has shrunk by at least one third compared to its previous complete state.

“Is this part of their plan?”

"have no idea."

All three of them were surprised by Qin Fan's answer.

"Because this is an unrealistic conjecture."

At this time, as everyone went deeper into it, they also saw Ying Wuque and the coffin containing Sima Kongming.

Feng Mo stepped forward a few steps to check Sima Kongming in the coffin. After confirming that he was still alive, he looked at the vortex formed by various broken swords and slags behind Ying Wuque.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Hei Thirteen, you should take him to an abandoned temple a hundred miles away in the west, there should be someone waiting there."

Hei Shisan nodded and looked at Ying Wuque. The other party didn't say much. He bowed to Qin Fan and the others, and then prepared to withdraw from the secret realm with Hei Shisan.

His physical and mental power were previously baptized by the sword force, which had already leaped to the great perfection of the innate realm, only one line away from the Grand Master.

And this line only requires one retreat to make a breakthrough easily.

More importantly, his red sleeved knife also reached the heavenly level.

So if you count carefully, this time, besides the ghost market, he Ying Wuque is the biggest winner.

Therefore, he did not reject Qin Fan's arrangements for him, and even looked forward to it very much.

Ying Wuque has always been a person with clear self-awareness, just like when he first met Qin Fan.

He agreed to Xiang Bohuai's appointment with Feng Mo, but he did not interfere with the follow-up matters at all. Without waiting for a result, he returned to the Casting Hall without looking back.

Because he knew that some things he could do, some things he could not do, and he would not mention a word if he could not ask.

As for the next chaos in the world, he actually did not have a practical plan to make himself stronger.

Since this is the case, it is also good to continue to obey Qin Fan's command. He will not have any awkward feelings of becoming a puppet, nor will he suffer from the inner suffering of being a traitor, so he will be the most perfect spy candidate.

Just when Ying Wuque's figure passed by Qin Fan, Qin Fan suddenly said:

"You have never forgotten your mission in the Casting Knife Hall. Everything that each generation of the church masters prepares is to make this knife."

"A knife? Boring." Ying Wuque touched the red-sleeved knife on his waist, and the extra interest in his eyes disappeared.

He was actually quite looking forward to it before, but now he is no longer curious.

He even deliberately pulled Hei Shisan's neck of his clothes and urged him to leave as soon as possible.

Hei Shisan looked at Ying Wuque helplessly. The other party didn't want to listen, but he still wanted to listen.

But after seeing Qin Fan give him a look, he could only take Ying Wuque to leave the secret realm.

"Is the Lord trying him?"

"First verify that he was the one who was the former Ying Wuque. Of course, he should have discovered this and was in a hurry to let Hei Shisan take him away.

Only this vigilance can confirm that the decision to send him to the Wuwei Prince's Mansion is correct."

Then Qin Fan looked at the trace of ghost fire that appeared in the vortex.

"It seems that it has begun."

"Old Qin, don't keep it aside. I haven't finished it before. Don't tell me that the knife casting hall is so boring that it's really just casting a knife.

I just looked at the array patterns arranged in this secret realm. What it contains is not only as simple as tempering the ghost fire.

About 30% of them, and I can’t figure it out at all.”

You should know that Mo Kaixin is the number one craftsman recognized by the Tao of Heaven. If he couldn't even understand it for a while, no one in the world would be able to understand it.

Qin Fan was not surprised at all with his answer:

"After all, this is several generations, no, it should have been created by the establishment of the Casting Hall, which brings together the wisdom of each generation of the church owner.

If you see through it at a glance, they can also crawl out of hell and wipe their necks again."

"Do you dare to tell the key directly!" Mo Kaixin was a little crazy, and he was waiting for an answer here. As a result, Qin Fan still had time to tease the masters of the sword casting halls of all generations who had died for countless years.

"Ahem, let's get back to the topic. You should all remember the theme of the Casting Knife Hall."

"Every disciple who joins the Casting Hall is practicing to sharpen himself into an invincible sword that cuts the sky and breaks the earth."

"So this is the first step in refining a sword. Before starting this refining a sword, a strong fighting spirit is needed as the key to awakening the remaining soldiers in the secret realm. Therefore, the battle for the Hidden Dragon List will be set on the top of the Knife Mountain at Tianhong's request.

Including the subsequent attacks on the ghost market, the formation of the ghost-killing alliance was all for the preparations for this sword refining.

Afterwards, according to Ying Tianhong's original plan, he was preparing to use all forces on the Knife Mountain except himself as fuel to turn on the Ghost Roast Fire in the future."

"The most important thing is the eight thousand swordsmen who form a 10,000-dead knife formation, right?"

Mo Kaixin really faced the formation of more than ten thousand cuts and cut them with all means to barely hold him back, but the other party collapsed for no reason, and the swordsmen died inexplicably.

At this time, he had already realized that the formation of thousands of swords and cuts was secretly attacked, and its purpose was to use the swordsman who condensed the sword energy as a sacrifice.

In order to make this sacrifice more delicious, he even used the fighting spirit to awaken the remaining soldiers in the secret realm and gave them high-intensity sword force blessings.

"The sacrifice of a sword by a new person is the first step, and the second step is the ghost fire condensed by the dead.

If this happens, there will definitely be a magic weapon that surpasses the wilderness level.

But so what? It's like the dream-breaking sword that is still thrown in the treasure pavilion in Ghost City. Even though he knows that its grade has reached the middle level of the wilderness, no one dares to use it.

To put it bluntly, divine weapons also require human control.

Otherwise, it would not be able to exert its full power at all. If the ambition of the Cast Knife Hall was only like this, it would be boring."

Mo Kaixin curled her lips, and the frenzy in her eyes also disappeared.

Instead of staring at the vortex, he began to observe the formation patterns on the ground. Even though he knew that the goal that Zhudaotang had been working hard for was so boring, these formation patterns still inspired him more.

Qin Fan was also helpless when he saw Mo Kaixin's change of face. He looked at Feng Mo beside him and said:

"You think so?"

Feng Mo shook his head:

"If it's just for a weapon, the Lord does not need to continue to implement it according to Ying Tianhong's plan. After all, the potential of [Wanxiang·Emperor Tribulation] has surpassed the evil soldiers who need a living life sacrifice."

Xiao Wan, who had turned into a funny ball at this moment, bounced down on Feng Mo's shoulder. He strongly agreed with him for complimenting him, rubbing the other party's cheek!

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind it! Feng Mo was rubbed by Xiao Wan's face while continuing expressionlessly:

"So I think the magic weapon created by the Casting Hall should be similar to the existence of Blood Corpse and Xiangliu. Even if it has a growth period, there is no need to wait too long, otherwise I will not pay the 100,000 people outside for this."

"Yes, if the Casting Hall has been preparing for so many years and just casting an ordinary magic weapon, then I don't need to be so time-consuming and laborious."

"So! The real answer!"

Mo Kaixin came to Qin Fan's side again at some point.

Then he saw Qin Fan signaling the whirlpool condensed by the remaining soldiers and fragments. It was burning with the increasing intensity of ghost fire and condensed into a strange shape.

"What's this thing? A hammer? It's such a big lump on it, but something is wrong below. It's not a thin stick, and it's also..."

Mo Kaixin, who was originally a little careless, looked increasingly serious. He had already seen that this strange shape was not any weapon in the world!

"Every magic weapon will be given spirituality. After reaching the Wasteland Level, the medium consciousness it transforms is no less than a child. So after the Wasteland Level, will there be wisdom above the higher consciousness that is comparable to our human race, or even more superior to our human race."

Qin Fan's tone became more and more emotional.

"In order to break through to the celestial realm, the leaders of the Nether Corpse Sect created a blood corpse. In order to break through to the celestial realm, the palace masters of the Ten Thousand Poison Palace used the poison of Xiangliu to break the limit.

The same is true for the sword casting hall. Since the warriors themselves will be restricted, they will refine an unrestricted knife, a knife with human thoughts, human appearance, and human emotions and six desires.

So is he still a knife?"

This is the ambition of the masters of Zhudao Hall for all generations, and it is also the plan that Ying Tianhong has been preparing.
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