There are thousands of worlds in a grain of sand, and there are not many memories in a drop of essence and blood in the heart. When the fat man merged with the ancient powerful's heart, his mind kept following the memory scenes contained in the drop of essence and blood, and experiencing some major events that this powerful man had experienced one by one.

The black-robed Taoist in the picture looked sad and looked at his beloved disciple in the Water Mirror Technique with a sad face and swallowed his breath. The helplessness and grief on his face were beyond words. Then three female fairies were born. When a female fairy held a golden fighting magic weapon, she took two sisters to kill countless monks and mortals, and wanted to avenge her brother. Seeing that these three female cultivators were unstoppable and no one could cure them, the middle-aged man who had practiced and realized the truth with the black-robed Taoist appeared. With a light stroke of the Pangu Banner in his hand, he easily killed the two female cultivators on the spot. The female cultivator who was holding the golden fighting magic weapon wanted to fight to the death, but was captured alive by the elderly monk named Taiqing who arrived later.

Further down, there are all pictures of disciples from the lineage of the black-robed Taoist rank being killed or captured. In the midst of a melee, there were tens of thousands of monks. Two melee and the war was in chaos. The monks from all sides took measures and showed their magical powers. The eldest disciple of the black-robed Taoist was captured by the Taiqing, and they did not know their life or death. Then a side of the world was shot out. A female disciple with a golden crown was beaten away on the spot. She died and disappeared. A little real spirit flew out and disappeared.

The battle was tragic, the superb methods, and the magical powers were amazing. The fat man was so excited that he could not help himself. In the end, the formation set up by tens of thousands of disciples of the black-robed Taoist side was broken, and countless disciples were killed and injured. Even so, none of the disciples under the sect were willing to escape. They continued to fight with the forces represented by the two brothers of his master under the leadership of the black-robed Taoist. The dragon fought in the wild, and his blood was yellow, and all the immortals fell, the heaven and earth were dark, and the sun and the moon were sad. Soon, the black-robed Taoist had reached the end of the mountain. In order to protect his remaining disciples, the black-robed Taoist made a great formation of Zhuxian with one person's strength. The four swords of Zhuxian came out together, covering up the light of the sun and the moon, snatched away the glory of the stars, and the heaven and the earth were sad, and the four swords came out to kill all the immortals.

Neither copper nor iron nor steel. He once hid at the foot of Xumi Mountain; without yin and yang reversal, wouldn't there be no water and fire quenching the sharpness? Zhuxian's power and killing the immortals, and the immortals fell, and red lights appeared everywhere; Juxian's changes were infinite, and the Daluo God's blood stained the clothes. Zhuxian's sword formation was soaring to the sky. It is said that it is not the Four Saints that cannot be broken. The black-robed Taoist master resisted this formation and blocked the attack of his two brothers. Unexpectedly, two powerful Buddhist cultivators suddenly appeared on the battlefield. The four Saints joined forces, and the sword formation of the black-robed Taoist master immediately disappeared. After a while, the sword formation was broken completely, and the black-robed Taoist master was forced to spit out a mouthful of blood. He ended up with a crushing defeat.

After the black-robed Taoist was defeated, he was unable to fight again. He watched his disciples forcibly enslaved. Many of his strong disciples even would rather self-destruct on the spot than accept the humiliating fate of being captured. Even the black-robed Taoist disciple, the black-robed Taoist disciple, ended up dead and lost his soul. In despair, the black-robed Taoist man forced himself up and destroyed all his potential. The four swords of Zhu Xian came out together to prepare for the final death battle. The Taoist ancestor in Zixiao Palace rushed over, stopped the subsequent battle, and took away the defeated black-robed Taoist. The scene stopped here and no other scene appeared.

The fat man had already merged into the most critical moment. He saw that his whole body was as red as boiling, and a cold light appeared in his eyes. A pair of cold and ruthless eyes slowly opened and glanced around. Then the pair of resentful eyes closed quickly. When they opened again, they had become the usual clear eyes of the fat man. The fat man was there as if he was possessed by a demon and said to himself: "I am a Shangqing Zhenren, Jieshua

The leader of Tongtian, kill, insult my disciples, and kill all you shameless people. No, I am Zhang Qi, I am Zhang Qi, I am Zhang Qi, I am Zhang Qi..." As the fat man became crazy, the sword energy that had just exploded to the extreme in the fat man's body ran around, destroying the various meridians in the fat man's body. After only a few breaths, the fat man turned into a terrifying image, his body was like a balloon full of breath, and a bloody red blood flowed out of his seven orifices.

The fat man was so mentally confused that he was talking to himself. For a moment, he couldn't tell whether he was the black-robed Taoist in his dream just now, or the savior Zhang Qi in the end of the world. Just as the fat man was about to fall into absolute madness, the sword of the Immortal Killing in the Purple Mansion in the Fat mansion was trembling violently in the Purple Mansion. A stream of peaceful and pure innate Yimu true qi came out of the sword, comforting the fat man's mind that was about to collapse. Finally, the fat man shouted loudly and shouted: "Who am I? I am me, an ordinary white-collar worker in Yanzhao, the savior after the end of the world, I am Zhang Qi, I am Zhang Qi, hahaha, I am Zhang Qi."

Although the fat man shouted, the fat man sprayed out a mouthful of fishy black and purple blood. As soon as the blood stasis came out, the fat man felt much more refreshed in his body. There was a huge change in his body. First, the sword energy running around was slowly retracted into the purple palace by him, and his body shape returned to normal. Then the madness on his face disappeared, and he changed back to the usual deep expression. The fat man finally survived this disaster of fusing the essence and blood of the ancient powerful, regained himself, and also greatly improved his cultivation through this fusion.

The fat man was still scared and silently perceived some changes in his body. He saw that the sword element in his body was divided into five different true elements, which were divided into his five treasures. Among them, the golden Gengjin sword elemental power was sharp, the green Yimu sword elemental power was light and sharp, the blue Guishui sword elemental power was cold, the red Binghu sword elemental power was hot, and the orange Wutu sword elemental power was heavy, all of them were attached to their respective attributes, and were constantly circulating and circulating in his body perfectly.

The fat man's purple mansion also quietly expanded more than ten times the space. The four sword weapons and the unformed earth-attributed sword body were divided into five directions and firmly guarded the purple mansion. The five-type innate sword energy was constantly moving in and out of the purple mansion, step by step, nourishing and sacrificing the sword body and the four natal flying swords in the fat man's body.

This was when the fat man raised his hand and stretched his index finger. A wisp of green sword energy came from the purple palace along the meridians. A green sword light flashed on the fat man's index finger. The fat man gently bounced forward. The sword light turned into three, three turned into nine, and nine turned into twenty-seven. In a while, it turned into sword lights all over the sky, and shot forward neatly in the air. Dozens of deep holes were knocked out by the sword energy at the entrance of the hole in front of the fat man.

Is this the sword transformation stage? The fat man looked at the scene he had just caused in disbelief. The sword transformation was perfect, this was the perfect state of the sword transformation. He had actually improved a full-scale state. It was really incredible. In this way, the fat man could feel that a lot of the power of this drop of essence and blood had penetrated into his meridians and the five treasures were unable to completely refine this power.

The power of the sword transformation stage is so powerful. The fat man feels that he can swing out thousands of sword lights at will to kill the enemy, and can transform the Qingping Great Sword and other four swords in his body at will, forming them into various shapes to attack the opponent. Of course, the power of the sword transformation stage is definitely not as strong as these, but the fat man has not yet figured out other functions.

The fat man opened his mouth and spewed out the sword sword. As soon as the sword light flashed, a green light flashed, Xiaolan transformed into a form and said in horror: "Aqi, you scared me to death just now. If Brother Dun hadn't spoken to let me destroy the innate Yimu sword in this sword, you would probably have lost to those chaotic memories."

The fat man gently brushed Xiaolan's hair, raised his arm, but brushed the air. Then he remembered that Xiaolan was already an unreal sword spirit. Only by gathering the four swords of Zhuxian can she be resurrected. The fat man gently wiped Xiaolan's face with his right hand. Although it had no texture, it also wiped away a lot of Xiaolan's worry. He laughed and said, "Don't be afraid, Xiaolan, there is a dead old man here, I won't be in trouble. We have to find a way to go back together. I won't be so easy to hang up, don't worry." The fat man comforted Xiaolan softly, with a firm look in his eyes. Before returning to China, he must not be in trouble.

At this time, a flash of light, the thin figure of the old man in the system appeared, and said to the fat man with an unpleasant look: "Fatty, what did you do? I wasted my only drop of essence and blood, and I have only improved a great realm. You are so top-notch. I have never seen a qualification that is more trash than you. You are so scumbag!
Chapter completed!