After Zhao Fan talked with the Saint Ancestor of Destruction, he continued to wander around the Destruction Branch and hunted the strange beasts of the rules.
over time.
He found that the regular beasts were becoming more and more difficult to kill.
It seems that not only the elementary Ancestral Realm, but also the middle and even most advanced people, as soon as they sense themselves, they run away like a mouse when it sees a cat, unable to catch up.
On average, a high-level Ancestral Realm person can have one of three heads, and only those with a strong head will take the initiative to attack Zhao Fan.
"Could it be that...among them, things about me have already spread?"
Zhao Fan secretly wondered.
In fact, it is.
The image of a white-robed sword cultivator has been spread very evilly in dozens of areas.
On the surface, it is a semi-ancestral creature, but in fact it can kill any regular beast below the advanced level of the ancestral realm. Even those at the advanced level of the ancestral realm will die if they fight for a while!
So much so that in the previous year, Zhao Fan killed nearly a hundred regular beasts.
The next five years...
In total, only twenty-seven were killed, seven of which were accidentally hit by Zhao Fan due to bad luck.
During this period, he visited more than a dozen areas and encountered several alien beast masters. Zhao Fan staged various thrilling escapes.
This was all secretly arranged by the Saint Ancestor of Destruction because he was afraid that he would be bored and too relaxed.
A total of thirty-one destruction essences were obtained.
"If I had known this, I would have kept it tight from the beginning." Zhao Fan was a little depressed. At this stage, there was no way to significantly increase the speed. Otherwise, the regular beasts at the edge of the sensing range would not have been able to escape successfully.
"good fortune."
The voice of the Saint Ancestor of Destruction sounded in Zhao Fan's ears again. She smiled and said: "These five years of hunting and hundreds of battles have allowed you to fully adapt to the rules. The effect has been achieved. Let's go back.
.”
"Okay Master."
Zhao Fan nodded.
The next moment.
The Saint Ancestor of Destruction descended in front of him and put it away.
Within the cave.
Zhao Fan asked in confusion: "Can rules and beasts still communicate with each other?"
"Um."
The Saint Ancestor of Destruction introduced: "They have a unique language, which is based on the four major rules. Normal creatures can only understand it after entering the level of the Saint Ancestor. Moreover, internally, they can kill and kill at will, and externally,
But it’s surprisingly consistent.”
"No wonder my efficiency in killing the strange beasts is getting lower and lower." Zhao Fan smiled bitterly.
"normal."
The Saint Ancestor of Destruction said with a smile: "When all the students hunt for the first time, they are all unfamiliar faces to the regular beasts and will take the initiative to attack. But once you kill more regular beasts, your strength will be greater than theirs."
It has been spread among the people that if you don’t have the confidence to kill you, you will naturally not seek death.”
"I finally understand why the Holy Court's hunting period lasts for several years and I go there every once in a while."
Zhao Fan suddenly realized.
At first I was worried that there weren’t enough exotic beasts to hunt according to the rules.
Now it seems that I have thought too much.
Unless it's your first time hunting, you probably won't be able to kill a few regular beasts in a year.
In one hunting period, if a student hunts at least three regular beasts, he will be considered as qualified.
Soon after.
The Saint Ancestor of Destruction sent Zhao Fan back to the Holy Academy.
He returned to the dormitory, sat on the huge chair, and gradually fell asleep.
It's not because I'm tired, but because I feel completely relaxed mentally.
After all, when you are in the hunting ground, you cannot take it lightly, lest the alien beast master pops out again.
It is worth mentioning that Zhao Fan has also encountered several high-level ancestral realm regular beasts. Even if he tried his best, they were only equally matched, and no one could do anything to anyone. Those were considered elites in the high ancestral realm.
The days after.
Zhao Fan then integrated into the rhythm of the students of the Holy Academy.
Listen to the sermon.
Learn the rules of retreat.
hunting……
Sometimes the Holy Academy would organize groups of students to go on adventures in the Jedi in the core realm.
In the blink of an eye.
Ten thousand years have passed.
now.
Zhao Fan's rule of destruction has reached 9.9%.
The death rule has also reached seven percent.
The strength has improved a bit as a result, but there has been no qualitative change.
Against the elite rules beasts in the advanced ancestral realm, you can only open 64 or 4, so the advantage is not obvious, and you cannot kill them even after a long battle.
When you see the alien beast master, you still have to run away!
"It's not even close. When the death rule reaches 9.9%, I can try to create the tenth level of the "Nine Levels of Shock"."
On this day, Zhao Fan was lying on the bed in his dormitory, deep in thought.
In ten thousand years, the rule of destruction has increased by 0.9, and the rule of death has increased by 2%.
It looks like little progress has been made.
But in fact, it is already very eye-catching!
After all, these are the four supreme rules.
Any student in the Holy Academy who can improve by 1% in 100 million years will probably burst into laughter.
After another hunting period ended.
The Saint Ancestor of Destruction led a group of students back to the Holy Academy and said in the hall: "Let's break up and rest for a month."
"Yes, teacher."
The students nodded.
"Chang Zai, follow me as my master." After the Saint Ancestor of Destruction finished speaking, he went to the Preaching Hall.
Immediately, Zhao Fan also appeared here.
"Recently, I discovered that you are deliberately suppressing your understanding of the rules of destruction."
The Saint Ancestor of Destruction asked doubtfully: "You should have the foundation to break through 10% of the reach and directly step into the ancestral realm, right? Why are you still holding it back? If you want to hold it back, you have to hold it back at the beginning of the ancestral realm."
Zhao Fan explained: "Master, disciple, I have practiced a secret technique called "Nine Levels of Shock"."
"Yes, I know that." The Saint Ancestor of Destruction nodded and asked, "But does this have anything to do with your stay as a semi-ancestral creature?"
"I want to try to see if I can create a tenth-level secret pattern based on the ninth-level earthquake." Zhao Fan said truthfully: "Half-ancestral creatures also belong to the extreme realm. If the third-level secret pattern is created before the ancestral realm,
At the tenth level, when I step into the ancestral realm, my strength will increase much more."
"The tenth level of creation?"
The Saint Ancestor of Destruction's beautiful eyes were startled, "Could it be a customized plan by your Jade Heart Master?"
Zhao Fan nodded and said: "Exactly."
"OK."
The Temple of Destruction nodded slightly, "What she planned is probably feasible, so you don't have to waste time listening to sermons and participating in hunting for the time being. Focus on the rules of death first. Wait until you are so perfect in all aspects that you have not risen to the level of half-ancestor.
If there is more space, the hope of creating the tenth level will be even higher.”
Zhao Fan's eyes lit up and he said, "Thank you, Master, for your understanding."
The Saint Ancestor of Destruction smiled.
If one can really achieve the tenth level before entering the ancestral realm, the increase in strength will indeed be considerable.
Is there any reason not to support him?
What's more, Guan Zaifang's understanding of the rules of destruction will not be delayed for long, so just treat it as a holiday for him to relax and have fun.
This time, it is the time of the sermon in the Temple of Death.
Zhao Fan then appeared in the Temple of Death and sat in as an elective.
More than ten days later, the Holy Ancestor of Death finished his sermon. Zhao Fan was immersed in it for five hours before he came to his senses and went downstairs to the hall to consult with the students of the Temple of Death.
I stayed in seclusion in the hall over there for another month.