Chapter 289 The Soul Body of the Heavenly Saint Realm

As soon as he entered the cemetery of Gods and Demons, a chill came upon him. Fang Can's physique could not help but tremble slightly.

What appeared in front of Fang Can was an endless vast land, and the place where he looked was desolate.

Trying to rise up, Fang Can felt that the suppressive force that existed in the air was gone, and he actually moved to the air.

At a height of thousands of meters, under the distance, a towering mountain range that could have thousands of miles appeared at the farthest point within Fang Can's eyes.

"Since there is no purpose, then you can set that mountain range as your first destination, which is better than swaying around like a headless fly."

After identifying the direction, Fang Can no longer hesitate and turned into a rainbow light and threw away the mountains.

Flying all the way, the scenery under his feet suddenly changed, and the battlefield ruins that made Fang Can deeply touched appeared before him, witnessing the earth-shaking battle that had happened here.

Suddenly, a sharp roar that made the eardrums hurt, almost knocking Fang Can in the air down.

Almost as the roar was heard, a sharp sword light suddenly shot out from the ground, as if it was heading straight to Fang Can.

The light emitted by the sword light was so amazing that it could illuminate the entire world, both strength and speed had reached a terrifying level.

There was no sign of Fang Can dodge. The Black Evil True Yuan Blade instantly condensed, slashing out ten feet of sword energy, attacking against the sudden sword light, and hitting the sudden sword light head-on.

The shock wave derived from the collision between the sword light and the sword aura suddenly shook half of the strange clouds that were as rich as blood in the sky. The next moment, Fang Can had already stopped quickly and rushed towards the ground with the Black Evil True Yuan Blade in his hand.

Entering the Immortal Program Space is not for enjoyment, but for training. Fang Can does not intend to miss any opponent who can make his strength higher, even if he pays the price of dying several times or even dozens of times.

An old man who was thin and withered was standing still on the ground, pinching his right fingers into a sword, and his empty eyes faced Fang Can, who was carrying the blade with a sharp murderous thought, and swooping down into the sky, as if he hadn't realized it.

There was a "swish" sound that broke through the air.

Fang Can cut down with one sword, and the ten-foot sword gang split the withered old man in half without any difficulty.

But strangely, in less than a second, the withered old man turned into one again, as if he was nothing.

"Soul Body..."

A hint of vigilance flashed in Fang Can's eyes. The Black Evil True Yuan Blade pointed at the other party diagonally and said coldly: "Are you a 'god' or a 'demon'?"

"... God... Demon... Who am I..." The haggard old man looked at Fang Can blankly and murmured in an extremely hoarse voice.

It’s not that Fang Can doesn’t want to take the opportunity to take action, but that he doesn’t have the chance to take action at all.

Because at this moment, the momentum of this physical soul body was increasing at an extremely terrifying speed. The extremely powerful pressure made Fang Can, who had already sacrificed the aura of the realm, feel difficult to breathe, and even the extremely strong fighting spirit was suffocated.

"God, I am God. You damn Demon... die..."

When the withered old man accumulated momentum to the peak, the sword in his hand changed, but he saw a huge sword body that was 100 meters long and ten meters wide condensed from behind him.

For a moment, the sword light was surging. The sword energy was everywhere. Before the old man even took action, the domain aura around Fang Can was shattered among the thousands of sword energy.

"I can't be his opponent..."

Even when facing Morak who was holding a weapon, Fang Can had never lost his fighting spirit. But now such a negative thought emerged from his mind.

When the withered old man slashed down from the huge sword body that seemed to be solid, Fang Can was completely intimidated by the opponent's unrivaled strong man's aura. Not to mention dodging, even if he resisted, he was too late.

The moment the straight sword light cut Fang Can, he reacted naturally in his body and raised his hand to wave the Black Evil True Yuan Blade to meet him.

The mayfly shakes the tree, but it is nothing more than that.

Under the fierce power of the huge sword body, the Black Evil True Yuan Blade turned into a black light and broke without any effect.

"This time I hit the iron plate. The strength of this soul body is too terrifying... I don't have another chance to resurrection..."

Fang Can felt that his eyes were dark and he had lost consciousness.

I don’t know how long it took, but when Fang Can opened his eyes again, he was shocked to find that he was not dead.

"You're awake..."

The haggard old man who had previously shown his unparalleled power suddenly appeared in front of Fang Can like a ghost, and said bluntly: "It is neither a god nor a demon, nor an abyss demon, where did you come from?"

Fang Can, who moved his muscles and found that he was fine, couldn't help but smile bitterly: "This is really a difficult thing to explain..."

Indeed, could Fang Can still tell the old man from the divine clan in front of him that this place is no longer a Chaos Star, but a place called Immortal Program Space.

Unexpectedly, the old man did not continue to ask questions, but nodded seriously and said, "Your origin is no longer important. What is important is that you are a living person, a living person."

Fang Can felt a chill in his heart for no reason when he heard this. Could it be that he had encountered a perverted soul body that was obsessed with eating human flesh? This was much more painful than being beaten to death?

In the face of absolute power, even if Fang Can is as strong as fighting spirit, he cannot have the desire to fight with him. The difference between the two is too great. Fang Can is firm in his heart, but he is not a fool. He knows that he can settle himself with just one finger, but he will not be able to do anything with him.

Entering the Immortal Program Space is to strengthen your own strength, but it is definitely not self-abuse.

"Senior, since you have figured out that I am not from the Demon Clan and have no intention of killing me, can I leave?" Fang Can glanced at the old man who seemed to be in deep thought and asked tentatively.

"You can't leave. You are the only living person I have met in these 8.659 million years. If you leave, who will I ask to convey the news to the outside world for me..."

The old man suddenly looked at Fang Can and suddenly released an invisible pressure from his body, which made Fang Can tremble involuntarily.

In front of such absolute power, Fang Can felt so small. He even felt aroused in his heart.

"I can't admit defeat..."

Feeling the uncontrolled bend of his knees, Fang Can bit the tip of his tongue without hesitation, and with the transmission of pain, he resisted the Haoran pressure from the old man.

Seeing this scene, a look of admiration flashed through the old man's blank eyes. At the same time, Fang Can also feel the lightness around him, and the terrifying pressure that was so overwhelming that he could not breathe disappeared instantly.

"You are sure to resist my sword intent with a small perfection."

The old man said lightly. He turned around with his hands behind his back and pointed at a distance and said, "Child, I have no malice towards you. I just want you to complete a thought for me, the soul who is forever trapped in the abyss. In return, I will teach you the Tai Chi sword intent that I have been studying for billions of years. Look at the inscriptions on my tombstone. Maybe you and me can communicate better."

Looking in the direction the old man pointed, even Fang Can's calmness was shocked.

About a hundred meters away, it was a huge stone tablet that was thirty meters high and eight or nine meters wide. On the stone tablet, there was a row of scarlet letters written on the ground with iron hooks and silver markings - the tomb of Zhang Sanfeng, the Tai Chi Shenzong.

At the head of the tombstone, there is another small text. It says, "I practice martial arts at the age of six, and at the age of fifteen, I have no rivals on the earth. Finally, I enter the Taoist realm with martial arts and achieve a small perfection. I go to the Chaos Star to practice for thousands of years, enter the lineage of the gods, create Tai Chi sword intent, and the Zhenwu seven-section magic array. I cultivate the great magic power realm, set up a cave, build the Tai Chi Shenzong, and finally become the strength of the Tiansheng Realm..."

"In the battle between gods and demons, I was invited by the four supreme powerhouses of the gods. I went to the abyss to participate in the battle, and fought for 367 years. I knew that the deadline had arrived, so I found this place and erected this inscription to inform future generations..."

After reading the inscription, Fang Can couldn't help but have a laughing and crying thought in his heart, "What's this? The soul body of the Gods actually lets him see the epitaph he engraved for him!"

In addition, Fang Can was really shocked by the terrifying strength of the old man in front of him.

A powerful man in the Heavenly Saint Realm! He is a strong man who can compete with the four great gods of the Caesar Empire. He can have the ability to overwhelm the sky in every move! No wonder he couldn't have the idea of ​​fighting with him at all.

Recovered from the shock, he was silent for a moment. Fang Can said with some trepidation: "The strong man who died in the cemetery of Gods and Demons has made his soul immortal because of the strange power. But as far as I know, the soul body must have lost his past memory... But senior..."

"I really don't know who I am before I meet you."

The old man sighed and said, "If it weren't for the living aura of your body that was the same as me that activated the little imprint that I was silent in the depths of my soul, now I am still just a soul that has no thoughts and only knows how to kill."

"It is of the same origin..."

Fang Can showed a thoughtful expression, and immediately remembered the striking word "Earth" on the epitaph I saw just now.

The old man seemed to see through what Fang Can thought, nodded and said, "That's right, because you and I are both humans from the earth."

"Senior, since you have recovered your past memories, with the strength of your powerful Heavenly Saint Realm, why do you still ask me, a person in the small perfection realm?"

"Because I am dead, I can't live without the abyss, and I will never live without."

The old man sighed: "Little brother, as long as you agree to me, just one request, I can teach you all my life's learning. Although it cannot suddenly increase your strength, in time, at most, you will be able to use this to break through to the great magical power realm, or even the Heavenly Holy realm."

"I am not a member of the Gods, nor a member of the Demons. I just met my senior for the first time. Does the senior trust me so much?"

Fang Can would not believe that the good things that money dropped from the sky would be caught by himself. Anyway, he is now in an immortal space, and he is not afraid of the word "death", so he asked clearly.

"This is not a question of trust or distrust, because you are the only one I can ask for help. Even if you fail to make a promise, I will ask you, at least this is an opportunity."
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