Landing a Fantasy Game in the World of Mythology

　　"Good luck."

　　She chuckled softly, and when the wind blew, the branches and leaves of the treasure tree rustled.

　　"Xuanzhenmen Yang Xue?"

　　A voice came, and a young man came from the other side, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his eyes were like torches, and his brows were lightly frowned, "You Xuanzhenmen don't have the method of cultivating swords at all, so you want to intervene?"

　　"It turned out to be Yan Jidao of the Infinite Sect."

　　The purple-clothed woman Yang Xue was shrouded in precious light, her body crystal clear like jade. She looked at the young man on one side and said, "Although I don't know how to fight in kendo, I don't mind having an extra king-level sword."

　　"it is good."

　　Yan Jidao's eyes were as bright as electricity, looking directly at her, "Then it's up to you."

　　"Then let's begin."

　　Yang Xue stroked the dangling blue silk, and then the lotus feet a little, soared into the sky, and rushed straight to the pavilion.

　　"Whoosh!"

　　Yan Jidao shook his body, and a red flame of red light rose from his feet, like a rainbow bridge, walking on foot at an extremely fast speed.

　　"Let's go."

　　The value of the Wangjie Divine Sword is immeasurable, and it is difficult to see it at a glance, not to mention that it is so close to them now that the wealth and silk are moving, no one can make an exception.

　　A large number of monks came from all directions, or sacrificed magic weapons, or controlled the rainbow light, and rushed to the pavilion to snatch the king-level sword.

　　"Humph!"

　　Seeing that everyone was about to rush to the entrance of the building, suddenly, there was a cold snort from inside, and the murderous intent burst out, condensing into circles of water ripples, spreading out in a fan shape.

　　Such a terrifying murderous intention was unprecedented, and everyone was affected, and they couldn't help trembling.

　　"Yan..."

　　The next moment, the sound of sword chants spread all over the world, and the frost-white sword light was like a cold cloud, piercing the sky, and shrouded the entire island.

　　It seems to be false but true, elusive and without a trace, I do not know its beginning, nor its end.

　　"Clearly...ˇ."

　　The endless sword light exploded, in all directions, everywhere, and the sharp edge was unmatched!

　　"what!"

　　"Ah..."

　　Together with the sword light, the sound of killing reverberated, and the monks rushing around were like a piece of paper under the cold sword light, smashing the dry and rotten, and vulnerable to a single blow.

　　With just one blow, more than half of the monks who coveted the king-level sword were beheaded.

　　"not good!"

　　"Come on!"

　　"Kicked the iron plate!"

　　The rest of the people escaped from the dead, their faces terrified. At this time, no one could care about the baby, and turned around and ran away. Even Yang Xue and Yan Jidao, who had just appeared with great momentum, did this.

　　Ding!

　　At this moment, the second sword cry came out.

　　At the beginning, it was like the chirping of mosquitoes, very low and inaudible, but after a short while, the sound became louder, like thousands of troops and horses collapsing, and like the thunder of the sky, the thunder shook the sky, shaking ten directions!

　　From a distance, the sword qi turned into sword patterns, and ripples swayed in circles and disperse in all directions. Every person touched by the ripples seemed to have been immobilized and remained motionless.

　　Like a spread ink painting of figures, these people have their own postures and are lifelike, and the colors between heaven and earth are like being extracted.

　　"puff..."

　　"puff..."

　　When the breeze blows, these people immediately turn into powder and disperse with the wind.

　　"run!"

　　In the end, only Yang Xue and Yan Jidao were left. They played their trump cards just to escape frantically, and finally escaped the terrifying murderous intention.

　　Looking at each other, both saw the horror in the other's eyes, such a terrifying sword light is too terrifying!

　　The two of them felt both panic and bitterness in their hearts. As true disciples of the great sect, they never imagined that one day they would be so embarrassed that they would be killed without even seeing their opponent's face.

　　"Let's go, you can't touch this place."

　　Seeing the sword light that slashed all its glory just now, the two did not dare to have the slightest thought, and immediately fled.

　　...

　　In the pavilion, Lin Fan stood with his sword in hand, ignoring the little bugs outside, looking at the divine sword in his hand with a satisfied expression.

　　"Made by Daluo Hanjing, is it the White Frost Divine Sword?"

　　This sword is made by a slashing king using divine materials.

　　"Good harvest."

　　Inserting the long sword into the scabbard and putting it behind him, Lin Fan stood by the pool and took a picture, very satisfied, "Just like a young swordsman, handsome!"

　　Like that, it's really a slap in the face.

　　After scavenging the contents of the pavilion, Lin Fan left the island, preparing to find a secluded place to practice and break through the realm.

　　Here, the cultivation base is suppressed in the seventh transformation of the dragon, but his real cultivation is the third transformation of the dragon, which has no effect at all.

　　In the end, almost tossing and turning, Lin Fan came to a secret cave on the bottom of the sea, quiet and remote. After taking out the third killing formation flag carved by Fatty Duan and placing it around, he began to prepare for a breakthrough.

　　It didn't take long, his body was hazy, wrapped in a thick essence, the clouds were steaming, and the whole body was almost transparent.

　　Lin Fan's heart was empty and clear, and he attracted endless essence and spiritual energy into his bones, like a mighty river, sweeping away in an instant, wrapping the fourth bone on the spine, constantly tempering, removing impurities, and casting the strongest bone.

　　"." Click! "

　　At a certain moment, the crackling sound reminded, as if it was in harmony, it turned into a sonorous song, the fourth bone was glowing, and the whole body was brilliant, like a god bone.

　　Ding!

　　"Congratulations on reaching the fourth transformation of Dragon Transformation."

　　Ok?

　　After waiting for a while, Lin Fan looked up at the sky, there was no familiar dark clouds gathering, and the lightning was dense.

　　"Did Kunpeng Shenzang temporarily isolate the atmosphere of the robbery..."

　　He whispered softly in his heart, and then he chuckled (well done), "I'm not used to being struck by lightning suddenly."

　　Rumble!

　　At this moment, the sea shook, causing a shocking wave, and a terrifying pressure swept across it. It was vicissitudes and ancient, as if it had come from ancient times, and all the monks could feel it.

　　"It's going to be turned on."

　　Lin Fan immediately burst out of the water, stood on the sea, and looked forward.

　　The endless killing pattern on the Kunpeng Divine Treasure in front has slowly dissipated, revealing huge stone steps, vast and wide, with no end in sight.

　　This divine treasure is so huge that, from a distance, it almost towers into the sea of ​​clouds, and the monks are under it, like a mighty oyster, inconspicuous at all.

　　At this moment, a large number of monks have climbed the huge stone steps and disappeared to the end, and the most tragic and desperate struggle has completely started!

　　"Kunpeng Treasure Art belongs to me only."

　　Lin Fan strode forward, stained with blood one step at a time, and killed him on the stone steps! .

Chapter 248 The Immortal Dynasty! (4/5)

　　Lin Fan held the White Frost Sword in his hand, like a god of killing. Every sword was cut out at will, and countless creatures were killed, not the enemy of the unity.

　　Every road leading to the stone steps is paved with blood and flesh, and people are already red-eyed.

　　On one of the roads, there was a young man who took action. He was wearing a golden battle suit, and the light was shining like a bright sun. He held a golden trident in his hand, his hair was flying like a waterfall, and his voice was cold and ruthless. "Go away, who dares to be side by side with me!"

　　"You..." Many monks were furious, which was too arrogant.

　　"die!"

　　The young man drank coldly, the trident in his hand shook, and with a bang, golden light swept through like a wave, and many of the nearby cultivators burst into pieces, turning into a blood mist.

　　He was so powerful that it was terrifying.

　　"I remembered, this is the stone jade of Tianshi Dynasty, one of the four immortal dynasties in Zhongzhou!"

　　"It's really him. It is rumored that he had a battle with King Chongtong. Although he lost in the end, it also shows his horror!"

　　A cultivator finally recognized the young man, and his eyes were horrified.

　　On the other road, it was also a young man fighting against the heroes, holding a long sword in his hand. No one saw how he made his move. As soon as the sword light came out, he would surely die.

　　"One of the four immortal dynasties, the Yinyue Dynasty's sword-cutting technique!"

　　"It is rumored that to cultivate this sword, it takes ten years to keep the sword, and once it is unsheathed, ghosts and gods are stunned!"

　　Many monks exclaimed that the outstanding princes of the Zhongzhou Immortal Dynasty were all dispatched to this sea area, and they had invincible capital.

　　Lin Fan finally climbed the stone steps, but at this time, a strong illusion swept in, covering the stone steps where he was standing.

　　"Puff! Puff! Puff..."

　　Along the way, all the monks who touched the aura of this illusion went down silently, like puppets one by one.

　　"The magic of the illusory dynasty!"

　　"As soon as this technique comes out, anyone with a lower soul cultivation level than this one has no resistance at all, and will definitely fall into the illusion technique."

　　The monks on this stone step all retreated in horror. The prince who came out of the Divine Illusory Dynasty actually mastered this Dafa, and no one dared to compete with it.

　　Suddenly, Lin Fan was the only one left on the stone steps.

　　"Hehe, there is another one who is not afraid of death."

　　The faint voices came from all directions, like a shadow in the dark night, a black figure came silently behind Lin Fan, suddenly shot, and released a murderous intent without warning, penetrating Lin Fan.