A few days passed quickly, and Wang Fan finally consumed the pool of divine liquid.
It was only then that he couldn't help but stretch a long way and then stood up.
Wang Fan did not leave the main hall, but began to look around.
It's embarrassing to say that the first thing he saw when he came in was the pool of divine liquid, so he jumped in directly to practice without really looking at what was in the hall.
It didn't matter what he saw, Wang Fan was immediately shocked.
I saw a statue somewhere inside.
The statue is of an old man, who looks like a fairy.
But in his hand, he held a knife.
The knife exuded a strong evil aura, and it had obviously drunk the blood of many people.
Just from the smell, this is definitely a holy emperor level magic weapon.
"Is this hall the place where this old man rests? Does the divine liquid also belong to this old man?"
Wang Fan murmured to himself, then bent down and bowed: "Thank you, senior, for the opportunity."
As he said that, he didn't move the knife.
Although the statue is not a real person, the sword is a real sword, and it is also a magic weapon of the Holy Emperor level, but Wang Fan has no intention of taking it away.
After bowing to the statue of the old man, he turned around and planned to leave.
In the entire hall, except for the divine liquid that he had used previously, that knife was of some value.
However, Wang Fan was not greedy or dissatisfied.
For him, that pool of divine liquid was already the best opportunity.
"Are you just planning to leave?"
However, just when Wang Fan was about to leave, a voice suddenly reached his ears.
The voice was somewhat ethereal, old and majestic.
However, Wang Fan vaguely noticed a hint of anger.
anger?
Why are you angry?
Wang Fan turned around, looked at the statue, and said in shock: "Is it possible that the senior is fighting with me?"
As I speak, the senior has not fallen yet?"
After Wang Fan finished speaking, a wisp of illusory gas floated from the statue, forming the appearance of an old man.
He said calmly: "This Holy Emperor has fallen for many years, and this is just a trace of his remnant soul. Since you can come here, then you must be a disciple of the Lian Sect?"
Wang Fan nodded without blushing and said, "Yes, I am an outer disciple of the Lian Sect."
In fact, in his heart, he did not consider himself a disciple of the Lian Sect at all.
Because his purpose in joining the Lian Sect was inherently impure.
"How is Lian Zong doing now?" the old man asked.
But Wang Fan clearly found that the old man was a little absent-minded, even impatient.
It was obvious that he was just asking casually, and he didn't care about the current situation of Lianzong at all.
But Wang Fan did not fail to answer and said: "Senior, the Lian Sect is very good now."
As he said that, he began to be wary, secretly alert, and said: "Since this junior has received the opportunity from senior, I will leave first."
"Wait." However, as soon as Wang Fan's voice came out, he was interrupted by the old man again.
He looked at Wang Fan and said: "Since you can come here, it means that we are destined to be together. This Holy Emperor is willing to hand over the inheritance to you, are you willing to accept it?"
Although he asked this question, he thought that Wang Fan would definitely accept it, and he might even be so excited that he couldn't control himself.
After all, how could an Immortal Emperor ant not be excited and surprised when he heard that he could accept the inheritance of the Holy Emperor?
However, Wang Fan shook his head without hesitation: "Thank you for your kindness, senior. I already have the inheritance of my master, so I'm afraid I won't be able to accept it."
"What?" When the old man heard this, his voice obviously became louder.
But it seemed that he felt out of sorts and quickly returned to normal.
He said patiently: "I am the Holy Emperor, are you really unwilling to accept it?"
In his heart, he already wanted to slap Wang Fan to death.
I think back then, he was a swordsman of his generation and had countless disciples, and all of them were geniuses and monsters.
I don’t know how many talented people want to join his sect, but he doesn’t care.
It was good now that he offered to send Wang Fan to pass on his inheritance, but Wang Fan refused.
This is simply unreasonable!
Wang Fan shook his head firmly: "Sorry."
When the old man heard this, he became a little uneasy again.
But he soon endured it: "In that case, I won't force you. I will give you this sword. I am the Sword Saint, and this sword is also a holy sword. I hope you don't want it."
It's an insult to him."
As he spoke, the knife in the statue's hand slowly floated up and floated to Wang Fan's side.
When Wang Fan saw this scene, he immediately became more vigilant.
He was already sure that the old man had no good intentions.
However, since it was a Holy Emperor-level magic weapon delivered to his door, he didn't want to take it for free.
Wang Fan was not polite. After saying thank you, he grabbed the knife directly.
However, the moment he grabbed the knife, a soul suddenly appeared from the knife, followed Wang Fan's hand and invaded Wang Fan's body. In the blink of an eye, it had rushed into the sea of consciousness.
"Hahaha! You cunning ant has finally been fooled. After five thousand years, I finally have a chance to get out! Hahaha."
An excited voice came from his mind, and then Wang Fan felt that the old man was directly killing his soul.
"Seize the body?"
Wang Fan blinked his eyes, a little confused.
Looking up again, the illusory old man's figure in front of him had disappeared at some point and completely merged into the soul previously hidden in the knife.
"I knew that you, old man, had no good intentions. I didn't expect that you wanted to seize the young master. Originally, the young master took your chance and felt a little ashamed of the Lianzong. Now it seems that there is no need to feel guilty."
"It's just that if you want to seize the young master's body, who do you think you are? Are you worthy?"
Wang Fan's disdainful voice came out, and the next second, the mixed pattern Dao Mark appeared instantly and rolled towards the old man's soul crazily.
The Chaos Sword Spirit also rushed out and killed the old man in the sea of consciousness.
The Chaos Dao Mark and Chaos Sword Spirit in Wang Fan's body gave birth to spiritual intelligence and wisdom.
It's just that they have always been hidden and have never appeared.
If the Chaos Sword Spirit doesn't come out, it's basically impossible for others to recognize the Chaos Sword.
As for the mixed pattern Dao marks, they are even more incredible.
"What? Chaos Sword? Mixed Pattern Dao Mark? How is this possible?"
The moment the old man saw the Chaos Sword Spirit and the Mixed Pattern Dao Mark, he was stunned instantly.
His eyes were full of disbelief.
How could a mere Immortal Emperor ant obtain such a heaven-defying treasure?
Also, according to legend, aren’t these treasures in low-level planes?
The old man's soul was so horrified that he no longer dared to devour Wang Fan's soul, but frantically fled outside.
If he had known that Wang Fan had such a heaven-defying treasure in his body, he would never have thought of seizing Wang Fan even if he died.
It's just that you have already come in and you still want to leave. How is this possible?
Wang Fan didn't give him a chance at all, and he didn't even need to give an order.
The mixed lines of traces directly formed a light mask, instantly trapping the old man's soul.
The next second, the Chaos Sword Spirit stabbed him hard.
"No, don't! Let me go, I'll give you all the inheritance!"
However, Wang Fan didn't pay attention at all.
With a bang, the Chaos Sword Spirit instantly passed through the old man's body, and the old man's soul disappeared directly.
"Hmph, I've encountered a lot of people taking possession of one's body. Are you the only one who wants to take one's body?"
Wang Fan snorted disdainfully, then put away the knife and walked out of the hall.
This chapter has been completed!