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Chapter 168 I want a statue
Wu Jin looks normal, 27 years old, about 1.7 meters [-] tall, moderately fat and thin.If you go back to modern society, such a person is simply too ordinary in the crowd.

What is precious is that ordinary people have an extraordinary heart.It is this extraordinary heart that destined him to be different from those Nascent Soul Stages behind him.Until many, many years later, he still thanked himself for not shrinking back and stepping out bravely today.

Wu Jin pinched the formula and made a formula, opened his mouth and spit out flames.

The flames flew towards the gate, and the monsters drawn on the gate squirmed alive, and then rushed out of the gate one after another to catch Wu Gui.

These flames do them no harm at all.

Wu Jin shot out a golden light from his hand, and the golden light swept away, sweeping away a lot of the breath from those monsters, but so many monsters are still terrifying.

He gritted his teeth and cut his palm.

"Hunting Tianming, Jin Jin blood spirit, human yang righteousness, demon-slaying sky!"

The golden light came out again from the palm, and the golden light mixed with the blood energy turned into a pure yang red golden light.

Slashing away with a palm of a knife, those monsters were broken into half immediately.

Fan Di's eyes were a little more appreciative, to be able to explode this level of strength in the late Nascent Soul, even if he is not the top strength in the late Nascent Soul, it is not far behind.

What is even more commendable is that this person can still retain a pure righteousness when he walks to the inner layer in the dark chaos.

After staying in the dark chaos for a long time, no one can avoid some evil spirits.Once there is evil energy, one cannot master the Sword of Ten Thousand Life, and the evil energy cannot reach the peak like Fan Di Xinmo and cannot control the blood bell.

For example, Nie Gan said that he has held the Wansheng Sword from the beginning, so any evil spirit will be dispelled, and only when he reaches the inner layer can he continue to maintain a righteous body.But it is almost impossible for ordinary cultivators to retain righteousness all the way to the inner layer.

For example, Fan Di, Nie Gan said that he is the true master of the Blood Spirit Clock, but he never said that he is the true master of the Wansheng Sword.Because he can master the Wansheng Sword, all because of Linglong Xin.

Linglong's heart, she doesn't care about anything, she is extremely clean, and she can control everything naturally.

People like Wu Jin are the real masters of the Wansheng Sword.

Wu Jin chopped off the Chi Jinguang one after another, and all those monsters were wiped out immediately.However, when the demon retreated, the portrait of the demon painted on the door still existed, that is to say, he had not really cracked the two gates.

"Can you use a sword?" Fan Di asked.

"I got a sword before, so I have a good swordsmanship." Wu Jin responded.

Fan Di threw the Wansheng Sword over and said, "Try this!"

Wu Jin was stunned when Wan Sheng Sword was in his hand.This is a top grade magic weapon, and he knows how precious a top grade magic weapon is.Moreover, ever since I got this sword, I felt as if it belonged to me, entangled with my whole body's aura, and merged into one.

It was as exciting as a pet dog reunited with its owner after a long separation.

The most important thing is that this sword has not yet recognized its owner.

He looked at Fan Di puzzled, but Fan Di urged: "Hurry up! Half an hour has passed, and the Hall of Seven Kills is only open for nine hours."

After a short moment of silence, he said solemnly: "Okay!"

He took a few steps forward again, this time without his seduction, the monster on the door broke away directly to catch him.

Holding the Wansheng Sword, feeling the aura from the Wansheng Sword, he opened his eyes suddenly, and a ray of white light shot out from his pupils, and the powerful righteousness of heaven and earth erupted centered on him.

"Three lives and all things!"

call!
When the sword fell, the terrifying air mechanism directly involved and wiped out the demons into nothingness, and all the portraits on the door were drawn into nothingness.

However, the momentum of that sword is still unabated, and he continues to charge forcefully, bravely smashing open the door, and rushing into the first building of the Hall of Seven Kills.

It was not dispelled until it hit the statue of the demon god enshrined in the Seven Killing Hall.

Wu Jin was completely sluggish, is this really the sword he swung?

The Nascent Soul Stage was also completely shocked, but just got a sword, how powerful is he?

Everyone looked at Fan Di differently.

Fan Di was actually also shocked, he could also swing such a sword, but it was the result of adjustments after using it time and time again, and Wu Jin's first sword reached perfection.

"This...this...this..."

Wu Jin stared at Fan Di dumbfounded, not knowing what to say.

Fan Di patted him on the shoulder, and walked towards the Hall of Seven Kills.

As soon as he entered the Hall of Seven Kills, Xue Ling became excited. The cold and proud girl suddenly appeared like a crazy girl, grabbing Fan Di's hand and laughing wildly.

Because the demonic aura in this temple is too heavy, this is heaven for her.

Seeing the visible blood bell, Long Lingxiong immediately felt that he had not been wronged by surrendering.It is simply too polite for the other party to hold a real low-grade profound weapon and not kill him.

The Blood Spirit Clock took a deep breath of demonic breath, like a little girl sniffing the wonderful fragrance of flowers, very happy.

"Fan Di, I want to take it away."

She raised her finger and pointed to the demon statue enshrined in the center of the hall.

Fan Di's face darkened suddenly, how could he carry the nearly 30-meter-high demon statue?It's not the array flag outside the door, just pull it up as soon as you say it.

He could only coax: "Let's take a look inside first! Seven killing gods are enshrined in the Seven Killing Hall, and we choose the best seats."

It's okay if you don't say it, it's over if you say it.

Countless stars suddenly appeared in Xue Ling's eyes, almost drooling. "Wow ~ Qizun ~ Fan Di, I want it, I want it."

"Forehead……"

"Then how many clocks can you collect within your body?" He asked.

"I can hide at most three of this size in my body." Xue Ling replied.

Fan Di's face darkened. "Then you let me carry the remaining four?"

"Okay!" she replied happily.

Fan Di has the urge to vomit blood, dammit, this statue weighs at least [-] to [-] tons, unless the fairy comes, who else can carry it?
It is said that immortals can inherit the sky, that immortals can fill the sea, and that immortals can open up the world, but those are immortals!
Let Fan Di smash [-] to [-] tons of things, no problem, easy and enjoyable, but if you want him to carry them back, he can't do it even if he is smashed to death!

In the Nascent Soul stage, it is okay to carry four or five tons, even if the limit is seven or eight tons, forty or fifty tons, it is just a joke.

He cast his gaze on the Sky Beast, and Kuttembal immediately became angry.

"It's true that I'm a quasi-divine beast, but let me tell you, even if the real dragon comes, even the real dragon in the Nascent Soul stage can't handle it. Don't look at me."

Ok!

Fan Di looked at Xue Ling again, and Xue Ling pouted. Although acting like a baby is very good-looking, it is rare for her to act like a baby, but Fan Di is not in the mood to appreciate it now.

In fact, Xue Ling also knew that there was little hope of taking it away. She could hold three of these statues, but they couldn't move them. Fan Di was still needed to find a way to move them.She just tried it out, what if Fan Di thought of a way?

　I forgot the first update,
　　
　
(End of this chapter)