Chapter 306

Looking at the crystal clear lake, Qin Huan was silent for a long time.

The appearance of the mysterious man heaven's palm disturbed Qin Huan's state of mind and thoughts, and made him have bad ideas.

He vaguely felt that the heaven had stared at himself since he was brought into the ruins of the heavens by the crying old man.

Qin Huan thought that the crying old man used some kind of magic power to reappear the scene of the destruction of the Taoist sect of heaven in the past. Therefore, the devil eye should see another person, but he didn't expect to see himself through the long river of years!

However, at the beginning, why were the eyes in the devil's eyes so complex? It seems that... He saw something that made him incredible... Did he make him incredible?

"The way of years, can you really see through the long river of years? And what did he see?" Qin Huan whispered to himself.

"Well, it's useless to think more at this time. Since I'm watched, I can't resist with my current cultivation. Besides, even if I really stare at myself, I'm afraid I won't find it in a short time. No matter how much I think now, it's just groundless." Qin Yudao.

Immediately, Qin Huan continued to run towards the entrance.

When Qin Huan arrived, he didn't see Su fan and others. Qin Yu bit his index finger like Su fan and pressed it into the air, but there was no vortex. Qin Huan was surprised and wondered how Su fan did it?

Looking around, Qin Huan hesitated for a long time. Although the feeling of being stared at still existed, Qin Huan simply looked away. Even if he was stared at by the famine, it was better than being stared at by the sky. Besides, without Su fan, he didn't know how to leave the space. He might as well wait calmly.

After pondering for a moment, Qin Huan took out the wood source spirit grass and swallowed three in succession, which brought the pure vitality into the hole of the Dantian.

half a month later.

Qin Huan opened his eyes and his face showed a sense of relief. Although he didn't know whether it was a blessing or a disaster, he at least completely recovered Dantian. He felt the pure Gang yuan pouring into the meridians and intertwined with Li Yuan. Qin Huan couldn't express his joy.

Seeing Su fan and others still didn't come, Qin Huan thought about whether to look for Su fan, but he always felt that since Su fan had come in once, there should be no big problem. Simply, Qin Huan began to look at the mark of heaven in the sea of suffering.

It was a palm made of bronze light. The palm was small, about the size of a fingernail. Qin Huan was surprised that there were dense lines on the palm, which looked very mysterious and extraordinary.

"How to cultivate the heaven's mark? Is it to understand the lines on it? According to the heaven's palm, what is the heaven's pulse... What is this? Why have you never heard of it before?" Qin Huan said to himself.

Although he has read numerous ancient books, he has never heard of a pulse of heaven.

"Heaven's palm should not be his real name. It's more like the honorific name of others. Does it mean that the old man's palm is comparable to heaven's blow? But if so, what's the matter with the palm print on his face? Who can leave such a palm print on his face?" Qin Yu thought more and more confused. He simply abandoned all his thoughts, recalled the terrible finger in his mind and began to try to understand.

A month later.

Qin Huan was worried when he saw that Su fan and others had not come back. If he publicized that he would kill Su fan and others, it would be troublesome. He pondered for a long time. Qin Yu hurried towards the direction they left.

Qin Huan was more and more frightened as he galloped all the way. He saw the traces of battle all the way. To Qin Huan's surprise, he didn't encounter anything in this space except the slap of the sky and the feeling that someone was staring at him. How did these traces of battle come from?

Qin Huan's divine sense spread and ran quickly.

About five days later.

Qin Huan finally encountered a crisis, but to his surprise, the crisis came from an ancient sword. Although the sword looks very old and full of years, the ancient sword is only a broken sword, with only half of the body and handle.

Even so, it gave Qin Huan a great sense of crisis, which made Qin Huan wonder. I'm afraid this sword must have been a Taoist weapon in the past, and its grade was not low.

"The sword is obviously broken. Why can it give him a sense of crisis? Moreover, it seems to have bred a little intelligence?" Qin Huan was surprised. Suddenly, an idea sprang up in his mind and a sense of ecstasy rose in his heart.

"It's the spirit stone, it's the spirit stone?" Qin Huan said excitedly. The broken sword had already been damaged. The reason why there is wisdom now is probably because of the spirit stone. It should be that there is a trace of spirit left in the spirit stone into the broken sword.

While Qin Huan was thinking, the broken sword floated in front of Qin Huan and turned back and forth. It seemed to want to attack, but it seemed extremely afraid.

It seemed that he hesitated for a long time. The broken sword made up his mind to attack Qin Huan.

Qin Huan was startled and clenched his right hand into a fist. When he was ready to smash the broken sword, Qin Huan suddenly withdrew his attack and offered a fierce knife to kill the blade!

"Ming!" the broken sword made a buzzing sound, as if a mortal saw a ghost and turned and ran away crazy!

Qin Huan's eyes flashed, and he quickly pursued the broken sword. He sighed. He was worthy of being a fierce sword. He could scare the broken sword away by breath alone.

Then, the divine consciousness locked the broken sword and the speed increased to the extreme. Since the broken sword can condense the spirit of the weapon, there must be other weapons. Moreover, the place where the broken sword goes is likely to be the place where the spirit stone of the weapon is gathered!

The broken sword seemed to feel that Qin Huan was chasing and running away, but there was nowhere to escape under the lock of Qin Huan's divine consciousness.

In this way, after chasing for nearly ten days, he crossed the barren land. Compared with the grassland at the other end of the barren land, this end is like a soldier's grave. At a glance, countless weapons are inserted on the earth like wild grass.

"What a big hand!" Qin Huan was not only surprised, but also looked at the countless weapons, which can be calculated in millions. What array is this, that should use so many weapons?? And this is only part of the array??

If it is true that the suppression here is the pursuit of famine, then this skill is definitely from Daohong. It is impossible to imagine how powerful the suppression here is, and even let Daohong spend such a skill.

"Being suppressed by such an array, I'm afraid I'll be refined even if I haven't been scared yet!" Qin Huan said to himself. Although the feeling of being stared at has always existed, Qin Huan guessed that even if I haven't died, I can't pose any threat to myself.

While Qin Huan was thinking, the roar suddenly sounded with the shock of heaven and earth, as if thousands of troops were rushing, and the fierce knife and blade in Qin Huan's hand clanked. Although the tool spirit was still sleeping, a strong killing intention broke out from the fierce knife

Just when Qin Huan was frightened, his pupils contracted sharply.

The line of sight is extremely dark, and the dense weapons are sweeping like dark clouds!

At the front of the weapon, there is a long golden sword, which radiates the sense of war, just like the king of war who controls thousands of soldiers!!