Anyone who sees Chu Yan's behavior at this time will be shocked at first.
Then, they would beat their chests and stamp their feet, scolding him for wasting natural resources.
None of these four materials is extremely rare.
Now Chu Yan actually ate them!
This is someone who has such a big problem with his brain that he would choose to do this.
But Chu Yan obviously had his own plans.
Even when he chose these four treasures, he had a purpose.
Whether it's the Ice Shadow Technique, sharpening one's spiritual consciousness, or absorbing evil spirits, or the last four treasures, all are to improve one's sword style again.
Zhan Yan has the ability to improve, so it is a treasure.
And the sword style, as a magical power with enhanced abilities, is even more priceless!
After all, no matter how powerful Zhanyan is, it was originally a killing treasure that belonged to the one behind the gate of hell.
But the sword style is different.
It is complete and complete, and was comprehended by Chu Yan himself through the Way of Wisdom, the Heavenly Book and the Sword Tomb.
It completely belongs to Chu Yan.#@$&
And it's very powerful.
Chu Yan had already upgraded to the second sword style before.
This time he will use these treasures to sublimate the second sword style again.
After all the treasure materials were eaten, they were immediately absorbed by Chu Yan and turned into various elements.
Chu Yan closed his eyes, and the silver light between his eyebrows bloomed like a broken silver bottle.%&(&
Thick traces appeared all around Chu Yan.
All kinds of insights turned into whispers, echoing around Chu Yan.
In the void, vertical words began to appear.
These words are constantly rotating, as if a powerful being is writing his thoughts and feelings, and a grand, mighty, and enlightening atmosphere pervades the world.
As time went by, those whispers turned into low singing.
The silver light between Chu Yan's brows gradually became covered with a layer of fierce flames.
Frost slowly formed on the outer layer of the flames.
Ice and fire intersect, water and fire complement each other.
Time seemed to have stopped at this moment.
Suddenly, the surrounding light and darkness seemed to have completed an alternation.
The long river of time has also resumed its flow.
The shining words that appeared around Chu Yan turned into fine powder silently and dissipated in the wind.
The sword light between Chu Yan's eyebrows suddenly spread, and instantly expanded a hundred times, a thousand times, ten thousand times!
The rushing magma, the sweeping ice field, and the sweeping sword light merge into one.
"Sword Three Styles!"
Chu Yan took one step out of the Chiyang Nine Golden Boat.
The void in front of him was instantly dented.
Countless cracks spread crazily around.
The loud crackling sound makes people worry that the sky will collapse in the next moment.
The Three Sword Styles are completed!
Just when Chu Yan withdrew the sword light and carefully experienced the changes in this magical power, he suddenly saw a thick and long silver light suddenly rushing out from the undulating outline in the distance.
The light is dazzling and gorgeous, like an upside-down waterfall, connecting the sky and the earth.
At the same time, vaguely, huge chessboard-like shadows appeared at the top and tail of the silver waterfall.
A figure hundreds of thousands of feet high, half white and half black, suddenly rises from the ground like a huge mountain.
At this moment, an unknown amount of space was 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 was boiling, and big bubbles emerged. The bones buried deeply were rising and falling in the big bubbles.
"A heavy treasure has appeared!" Chu Yan reacted instantly and returned to the Chiyang Nine-Gold Boat without hesitation, speeding towards the huge figure that began to fade away.
At this time, where the silver light appeared, the figures of dozens of monks were quickly flying around the chessboard.
But at this time, their goal is not the chessboard, but each other.
By killing the opponent, you can not only steal the treasure the opponent carries, but also monopolize the most precious treasure.
"Su Chen from the ancient Phoenix Dance country is here, get out of here if you don't want to die!" A loud roar suddenly came from one of the parties that was gradually gaining the upper hand.
In an instant, rays of light shone everywhere, and dragons, phoenixes, turtles and snakes all appeared.
Su Chen appeared and slammed down a golden mace in his hand.
The billowing essence is like boiling sea water, exploding violently.
The dozen or so monks around him were immediately forced away.
While this group of people were in shock, they all recognized Su Chen's identity.
"It's Su Chen, the genius from Fengwu Ancient Country!"
"Wasn't he still in the Purple Mansion Realm before? How come he was promoted to the True Immortal Realm in just two or three years!"
"He must have used some kind of magical elixir, or maybe even the elders of Fengwu Sect gave him the initiation. After all, he is a once-in-a-hundred-year genius from Fengwu Ancient Country!"
"It's really unlucky to meet Su Chen here!"
"When he was in the Purple Mansion Realm, he already had a great reputation in the ancient Fengwu Kingdom. Unexpectedly, he was promoted to a True Immortal without making any noise, and with just the first level of the True Immortal Realm, he could force back more than ten people of the same level, and even
The opponent of the second level of the True Immortal Realm, this guy is really terrifying!"
These exclamations reached Su Chen's ears, causing a proud smile to appear on his lips.
However, this smile was soon replaced by a ferocious smile.
"If you don't want to die, get out of here! We, the monks from Fengwu Ancient Country, will decide on this treasure!"
Following his loud shout, many monks from the Fengwu Ancient Kingdom gathered around him.
At this time, there are about fifty monks competing for the treasure.
But most of them fight on their own, so even if they are at a slightly higher level and stand up, they are all in disarray.
On Su Chen's side, there were six monks from the Fengwu Ancient Country headed by him.
Therefore, both in terms of realm and strength, he has the upper hand.
What's more important is that as soon as Su Chen took action, his sweeping momentum made many people already want to give up.
However, there are also those who refuse to admit defeat.
"Hmph, Fengwu Ancient Country is amazing! Where are our monks from Julu Ancient Country!"
A long roar came from afar.
Hearing this voice, Su Chen's expression changed slightly.
The next moment, a figure, walking like a ghost, appeared among the crowd as if accompanied by the cold moonlight.
This monk is dressed like a scholar, holding a book in his hand, with long hair tied up, and sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, giving people the impression of being extremely handsome and full of poetry and calligraphy.
As the scholar-looking monk arrived, four or five figures immediately gathered around him, confronting Su Chen and other monks from Fengwu Ancient Country.
"Shu Tianxing!" Su Chen squeezed out three words between his teeth.
At that time, apart from the mysterious monk who smashed his body into pieces a few years ago, the only person who could make Su Chen itch with hatred was this Shu Tianxing!
Although Shu Tianxing did not make Su Chen suffer a big loss, he is still a leader among the younger generation in the ancient country, so it is inevitable that people will compare him with him.
And Shu Tianxing's reputation has always been higher than Su Chen's.