In his opinion, Ye Fan was like a Shura Demon God at this moment, and his life was just in Ye Fan's thoughts.

...

"A murderer will always kill him! Meng Shaoling, if my strength is not as strong as you, I would have been killed by you long ago. Now you beg for mercy, it is not because of reform, but because of my strength! In the world of immortal cultivation, the strong are prey on the weak. You won't not understand this principle, right? Since you have done something wrong, you must be punished!"

Ye Fan's voice was very plain, and the expression on his face did not change at all, but his eyes were filled with fierce murderous intent.

"No! Please don't kill me! I have a treasure in my hand that I can offer to you!" Meng Shaoling shouted loudly.

"What treasure? Take it out and take a look?"

Ye Fan said, but he was not very interested.

With his current vision, there are too few treasures in this world that can capture his Dharma eyes.

The measuring ruler is already one of the seven magic weapons of the Zhenwu Dao Sect, but Ye Fan has more than one similar treasure.

The Wuxiang Sword, the Ancient Spear, the Tianlong Breaking City Halberd...

Any one of them is enough to overload a single end of the sky ruler.

After looting the Wanlang Castle and the Jiaowang Palace, Ye Fan now owns hundreds of top-grade spiritual weapons, which are comparable to the collection of the Daxia royal family for thousands of years.

Under the strong pressure of death, Meng Shaoling did not dare to neglect any of it. With a thought, he immediately summoned a piece of black iron.

This black iron piece is completely different from the fragments of the Jidao Emperor's Soldier. It is the size of a palm, as if a certain ancient book is missing a large piece, not a complete version.

Its surface is dull and has no mysterious and lively breath.

Ye Fan observed for a long time but did not notice anything unusual.

Seeing Ye Fan's somewhat disappointed expression, Meng Shaoling quickly explained:

"Your Excellency, this black iron piece was found in an ancient ruin. Although it looks ordinary, it actually records a shocking sword magic power called "Swordsmanship of the Sky", which is even more powerful than the most powerful technique of our Zhenwu Taoist Sect! As long as you inject spiritual consciousness, you can practice it!"

"Oh?" Ye Fan raised his eyebrows and asked, "If this "Swordsmanship in the Sky" is as extraordinary as you said, then why don't you practice it yourself?"

"This..." Meng Shaoling looked shy and hesitated for a moment and said, "It's not that I don't want to, but I can't! I'm so blunt and have never been able to successfully cultivate the magical powers, but you are a genius and will definitely be able to successfully cultivate!"

Hearing this, Ye Fan couldn't help but become curious.

Meng Shaoling is at least the most genius in Baidi City and was accepted as a disciple by the Supreme Elder of Zhenwu Dao Sect. His qualifications are beyond doubt.

How difficult should it be for a magical power that even he cannot practice?

In fact, Meng Shaoling did not lie, but concealed something.

After he got this black iron piece, he soon discovered that it recorded a peerless magical power and began to practice day and night.

However, he spent several years of hard work and did not slackew for a day, but he still failed to practice this magical power.

Later, Meng Shaoling presented this black iron piece to his master and other seniors of the master.

However, countless strong people in the entire Zhenwu Taoist Sect cannot practice that magical power.

In this way, everyone knows that the black iron sheet records a shocking magical power, but it cannot be successfully practiced.

This black iron slice is like chicken ribs. It tastes tasteless and it is a pity to throw away.

Meng Shaoling kept it with him, but he didn't expect it to come in handy today.

Anyway, if you can't practice it yourself, you won't feel distressed if you can use it to redeem your life.

...

Ye Fan took the black iron piece, then left his soul and injected it into it.

"boom!"

In an instant, he felt his consciousness be sucked into the black iron sheet at once.

I don’t know how long it took, as if a century was so long, and as short as a second, Ye Fan’s consciousness came to a huge palace.

The palace is extremely majestic, with golden pillars and jade steps, and a mysterious gate jade screen. There are various bronzes placed inside. They should be products of ancient times. They have a simple style, with blue-black walls, solemn and deep.

At the forefront of the palace, there is a throne that is high above.

Above the throne, a man with a tall figure, dressed in black, a long sword hanging on his waist, and a crown on his head, but his face was blurred, making it impossible to see his appearance.

And his body emits a breath of abyss and prison, and there is a kind of godly majesty that looks down at all beings from a high place, bringing people a strong sense of oppression.

Even a peak strong man would instinctively feel respect when he saw him, just like seeing an insurmountable mountain.

The man in black-clad sword stood quietly on the throne, like the master of billions of creatures, revealing the supreme power to control the heaven, earth and the universe in every move, as if there was no existence in the world who could disobey him.

"This...is this a strong man of the Immortal level?"

Ye Fan's heart was shocked.

He had met the Qingming True Immortal, the Xia Emperor Qin Yuan, and had also confronted the Wu Emperor's divine clone.

But in terms of power, these peak powerhouses who have survived the Nine Heavenly Tribulation seem to be inferior to the man in black on the throne.

It is obvious that the cultivation level of this man in black has surpassed the realm of tribulation and reached the peak.

"Old Wei, are you here? Do you recognize this strong man?"

Ye Fan tried to call Mr. Wei, but he could not get any response.

Mr. Wei's spiritual sense did not follow him into this black iron piece.

Just when Ye Fan was at a loss, the man in black suddenly spoke, and a cold and solemn voice resounded throughout the palace.

"The first method of sword drawing by killing the sky--"

"Cut the heaven and earth!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Fan felt a sharp pain in his throat.

After a few seconds, the sound of tearing came late.

"See!"

A shocking blood line appeared in the throat, and blood flew everywhere, and the head was cut off and flew in the air.

"This is……"

Ye Fan saw a headless corpse and was still standing there.

"Is this my body? I...I was killed?"

Ye Fan was shocked and had no idea what had happened just now.
Chapter completed!