Weighing the purple seal in his hand, Zhang Qian thought. The seal formed by Fen Baoyan disappeared and was taken into his soul. The strange thing is that as soon as Fen Baoyan entered the soul, it immediately bloomed. The hazy purple clouds protected his soul. Under this layer of purple clouds, he felt that his soul had become extremely stable and much more stable.
After putting away the treasure rock, he was not in a hurry to test the power of this treasure. Instead, he summoned the Mountains and Rivers Society Map and asked everyone in Biyou Palace to show up.
"This sacred mountain will be the sect's holy land of our Biyou Palace from now on. You also feel that this place is full of ancestral spiritual energy, which can make it easier for people to understand the laws and avenues. It is a veritable treasure land. Ancient Qingming, Xihuangzhi Things have become a thing of the past, are you willing to join Biyou Palace and become an elder?"
Zhang Qian looked at Gu Qingming. Even though Gu Qingming was his Ruler, he still asked.
"Dare you disobey me!"
At that moment, Gu Qingming took the members of the Jie Emperor clan behind him to take the oath of initiation, connected his own luck to the sect's holy pool of luck, and became a disciple of Biyou Palace.
Zhang Qian nodded slightly, and hundreds of thousands of Biyou Palace disciples walked towards the sacred mountain in front of them. This sacred mountain was a primitive wilderness, and it was covered with countless rare and exotic herbs, sacred trees and precious medicines that no one knew. After nourishing the spiritual energy of the ancestral veins for countless years, due to the suppression of the precious rocks, these rare and exotic herbs and sacred tree treasures did not give birth to spiritual intelligence, but they were full of spiritual power. There will be plenty of time to slowly identify the medicinal properties of these rare and exotic herbs. function.
Hundreds of thousands of monks started working together, each using their magical powers. After a while, a wide mountain road appeared, extending all the way to the top of the mountain. Without the Fenbao Rock on the top of the mountain, the top of the mountain looked very empty. There was enough space to build a hall and a palace.
Zhang Qian didn't care much about the construction of the sect's holy land. Instead, he found a place with strong spiritual energy and took out the Qiankun Ding.
boom……!
As soon as the Qiankun Cauldron appeared, a surge of divine fire spread out, but the original divine fire of Emperor Xi still remained inside the cauldron. The will of Emperor Xi remained in the divine fire, and it instinctively began to attack Zhang Qian.
"snort!"
Fenbao Rock suddenly fell, the big seal shook, and a purple fairy light flashed through. The will of Emperor Xi in the divine fire disappeared without a trace, and was erased by the power of Fen Bao Rock. Fen Bao Rock itself has the ability to absorb the monk god The terrifying power of consciousness. When Zhang Qian got the three fragments of the treasure rock, it was precisely because those fragments could devour consciousness crazily that he discovered the clues.
The ability of Fenbao Rock to devour spiritual consciousness is naturally stronger. Emperor Xi's natal divine fire has no resistance. After the will fragment disappeared, the divine fire calmed down, floating and sinking inside the treasure tripod, burning quietly, and then No threats.
Zhang Qian didn't even look at the divine fire, and instead looked at the ball composed of countless runes in the Qiankun Cauldron. There were countless mysterious runes flowing in the ball. It was the return of the ancestor of the Sword-Eating Sword. The innate magical power left behind after that, the kind of terrifying magical power that can infinitely swallow up the talent of swordsmanship.
Zhang Qian had been thinking about the innate magical power of the Sword-Eating Ancestor for an unknown amount of time. Now that he has settled down, he can't wait to obtain this magical power.
There is also a slightly illusory roulette wheel next to the ball, which is the roulette wheel of the master sword. Zhang Qian couldn't help but feel lucky. Thanks to the ancestor of the sword-biting sword, the master sword has only appeared for a short time, and the sword cultivation in the world has just begun. Knowing that this kind of swordsmanship appeared, no one had time to practice and comprehend the master swordsmanship.
If time goes by and countless sword cultivators embark on the path of the Dominator Sword, it is possible that once the Sword-Eating Ancestor dies, before Zhang Gan can take action, the authority of the Master Sword Dao will be controlled by the sword cultivators who follow this path and become the new master of the Sword Dao. .
After calming down his mind, Zhang Qian stretched out his hand and grabbed the round rune ball. The fragments of the sword-eating ancestor's will among the billions of mysterious runes had long since disappeared. As long as the ball is swallowed and fused by Zhang Qian, it can Obtaining that terrifying innate magical power is much simpler than when he plundered the three-legged Golden Crow's innate magical power, and there will be no danger.
After looking at the ball in his hand for a while, Zhang Qian suddenly stretched out his finger, a flash of spiritual light burst out, and the round ball exploded instantly, turning into a cloud of runes.
Whoosh!
Zhang Qian opened his mouth and sucked the rune cloud into his mouth. Qi and blood surged around his body, and the blood origin emerged. A terrifying suction force surged out from the depth of the blood origin, attracting the billions of runes and seals in the rune cloud. passed.
After a while, all the runes fell into the depths of Zhang Qian's bloodline. Without him even having to do anything, the bloodline's helplessness had already begun to fuse these runes and seals.
Buzz!
An illusory sword shadow suddenly appeared behind him. At first, the sword shadow was only about ten feet high. However, as more and more runes and seals were fused from the origin of blood, the sword shadow grew rapidly.
In the blink of an eye, the sword shadow turned into a height of hundreds of feet, and the sharp sword intent invaded the surrounding areas, making the disciples who were building the Biyou Palace sect's holy land a little breathless.
Don’t you know that this is just the beginning? The sword shadow hundreds of feet high is growing little by little, just like the ten-thousand-foot sword shadow behind the ancestor of the Sword-Eating Ancestor. At a glance, they are almost the same.
Buzz!
The next moment, the sword shadow grew to a height of thousands of feet, standing behind Zhang Qian, protecting him. The sword intent swept out like an abyss and an ocean, like huge waves blowing in all directions.
However, this was not the end. After a while, the sword shadow turned into a height of two thousand feet.
As time goes by, the sword shadow becomes higher and higher and more solid.
Three thousand feet!
Four thousand feet!
Six thousand feet!
…
After a while, the sword shadow behind Zhang Qian grew to a height of nine thousand feet, like a pillar standing upright from the sky, and as if it was trying to penetrate the stars under his feet.
Zhang Qian's integration of the Sword-Eating Ancestor's innate magical powers has also reached a critical moment. Most of the runes and seals that make up the innate magical powers have been successfully integrated into his bloodline origin, leaving only a small part that has not yet been integrated.
This small part was the most stubborn. Although there was no fragment of Sword-Eating Ancestor's will to cause trouble, Zhang Qian found that the farther back he went, the slower the runes were fused.
After the sword shadow grows to more than 9,000 feet, it will take a long time to even fuse one rune.
He did not encounter this kind of situation when he integrated the innate magical power of the Three-Legged Golden Crow. He stabilized his mind, calmed down his distracting thoughts, and focused all his attention on these runes.
He even forgot the passage of time. On the sacred mountain behind him, palaces appeared one after another, and wide roads wound around the sacred mountain. Until Li Qingque and others began to arrange the mountain protection formation, Zhang Qian was behind The sword shadow suddenly let out a fierce sword cry.
lofty!
This terrifying sword shadow has finally reached a height of ten thousand feet!
Buzz!
Zhang Qian opened his eyes and thought to himself, "Has it been a year?"
It actually took him a year to integrate the innate magical power of the Sword-Bite Ancestor. This was beyond his expectation. When he turned around, he saw that the sacred mountain behind him was already covered with towering palaces and palaces.