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Everything that happened here seems to be forgotten.Knowing that Pangu's presence in recent days has made this place even more angry.

"What do you want to do now, seniors?"

"If you want to get out of here, you have to defeat the ghost. Although I promised the Holy Spirit back then, but because I didn't have the Holy Blood, I couldn't take the Holy Artifact. If you want to help me, the only thing you can do is to defeat the Spirit, but only by It is very difficult for you to defeat Ling with your current strength." He looked at Pan Gu and said seriously.Among the sacred vessels of the sanctuary were some deities.

Such sacred vessels would be more powerful than they imagined.After all, pouring another soul of life into the weapon will surely bring the combat effectiveness of the weapon to its peak.This is the existence of the spirit.They exist to maximize the power of weapons.Four.

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While its soul can greatly increase the power of a holy artifact, it also raises the celestial threshold for mastering a holy artifact.

If you are just a very ordinary person, mastering this holy artifact is naturally not as simple as you think.If you want to master such a powerful sacred artifact without putting in some effort, it will only be a pipe dream.

"Senior, we still have to meet a condition, that is, after I help you leave here, you can't reveal my identity." Pangu's identity is still very confidential.If the old people in front of him speak up, then they will be the target of all the killings in the world.It's okay to work hard at that time, but the two girls around him will also work hard, and it doesn't make any sense.

Looking at the serious expression on his face, if you don't agree to this kid's request, maybe the next thing will not continue to happen.

Nanzhu called the boy here because he knew what he was thinking: "Since you already know that Daotong is now the headmaster of the Huanyu faction, you should know who the person who wants to kill me after I leave here. We all have our own things. This should be the best deal for us, right?"

Pangu thought about it, and it seemed to be true.

However, in this transaction, I must have taken advantage of myself and won a sacred place for no reason, which will make a big difference to me in the days to come.

"I didn't expect that tens of thousands of years have passed. Even the incompetent youth of that year has become the headmaster of the Huanyu faction. It's really time to create people." For some reason, he suddenly let out such a sigh, then shook his head, Looking at the stunned Pangu: "The soul is extremely powerful, and now you only have the strength of Yuan Gang and Yuan Hun. It is probably more difficult than I thought to defeat such an opponent."

"Is there any better way, senior? If you can help me change my strength, I think with my talent, I can understand the true meaning in a short period of time." Pangu would definitely not miss such a good opportunity.This is a master like Daotong, maybe even more powerful than Daotong.It can be considered a true encyclopedia.

Especially when cultivating this kind of thing, maybe Nanzhu has put all of his body and mind into cultivation these years.  …

And Daotong can't do that at all.Although he was blinded by the benefits brought by the reality of teaching, he also saw his own destiny compared with these years.If you become a real person, you have to take on a lot of responsibilities that they don't want to take.

It is these responsibilities that keep driving them and keeping them going.As long as they are a little behind, they may lose their right to speak in the dream of God.This kind of thing happens often, and many people are already normal.

There are a lot of tedious things to deal with on weekdays.No matter who it is, it is difficult to stop and practice at this time.

Therefore, Daotong's strength is definitely not as good as Nanzhu's.

It's just that Nanzhu toxin has not been completely eliminated.After leaving this Great Heavenly Venerate, he needs to travel all over the heavens to find the antidote to eradicate the heartbroken grass.This process is bound to be extremely difficult.

Therefore, after knowing his purpose, the first time was to ask Nanzhu to cultivate himself.

Such a person who was a genius tens of thousands of years ago has been trapped in an independent world for so many years.There is only one person here.Perhaps the most he does every day is practice. .

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I can only hope that you can break through your own strength to a very powerful level in the shortest possible time, so strong that you can easily break through the barrier of this Great Heavenly Venerate, and then you can easily leave here, but even in the past tens of thousands of years Here, it is not so easy to make faster progress after the above fixes.

The entire heaven knows nothing about Fang Chen's history, and there are countless geniuses.

But few can stand at the top of history and overlook the genius beneath their feet.

It's easy to be a genius after all, but it really takes a lot more effort and countless adventures to be the strongest.

Looking at the heaven, there are only two such people.

It's just that in many people's minds they have become myths, and no one knows their identities anymore.

Nanzhu, looking at Pangu's little Mimi, believed that even if he knew that he had been extorted, he would never say anything at this time.

In this case, the only thing you can do is believe in yourself.

Sure enough, Nan Zhu looked at him and finally smiled.He thought it was just his own fantasy, but now that he thinks about it, it's not like that at all.

Because he didn't do it, it wasn't to connect with the sword spirit, and there was no way to feel the existence of the sword spirit, so naturally there was no way to really tap the power of the male sword. The way it is.It turned out that this cut was somehow its own destiny.

"Do I need to hit you?"

"Hit yourself."

The scholar said, and then slowly disappeared.

Later, another person appeared in front of him.That was Pangu, a very old looking white-haired Pangu: "I'm sorry, the Sword Spirit is just a non-existent being. I want to control some things, should I ask for the consent of those things?"

Pan Gu looked at himself in front of him, and slowly understood what the white-clothed scholar told him to defeat him.

Whether it is black-haired Pangu or white-haired Pangu, it is Pangu.

The only difference is that they understand the sword differently.Bai-haired Pangu believed that this sword had no soul at all, that is to say, this idea was buried in his heart.Although he didn't want to believe it in the end, he had to make sure that this was Pangu's idea that the sword had no life.

To master this sword, you must conquer yourself.

Overcome thoughts that shouldn't exist in your mind.

"You are wrong, the sword should be alive." He looked at the white-haired Pangu and said sincerely: "Every sword has its own soul, but due to individual differences, the manifestation of this soul will become very different. The same, but I know that the male sword has a very strong existence of life, and the sword is indeed alive."

After listening to this sentence, the white-haired Pangu slowly turned around and sneered disdainfully: "147 It seems that you think your idea is correct?"

"Of course!"

"Since the sword has a soul, don't you need to kill me with the sword now?" Bai-haired Pangu looked at him with a strong killing intent in his eyes: "I am you, you are me. You have dominated the past few years. Thoughts, and I can only lurk in the ocean of your consciousness, occasionally making small movements. Never, never have I had such intimate contact with you."

The white-haired Pangu looked at him as if he were looking at his father and enemies.

Perhaps Pangu seems to be such an enemy.It took away its own body, causing the change in this cut. .

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All because of the appearance of Pangu.How could he not be angry?