Afterwards, Zhuowen crossed his hands together, and the white and blue air masses began to rotate towards each other, slowly accelerating, and finally merged into one.

The two breaths were mixed together, and Zhuo Wen found that in the mixed air mass, his breath and Na Luoshen's breath began to assimilate, and then the two breaths were continuously neutralized.

When the breath was neutralized and approached balance, Zhuo Wen combined the new breath into a ball of gauze, covering the body surface.

Then he put his right hand to touch the king sword.

Although Wang Jian was forcibly suppressed by Zhuo Wen, Wang Jian's sword spirit was so arrogant that he didn't pay attention to Zhuo Wen at all. He was unruly and rebellious. Zhuo Wen wanted Wang Jian to recognize his master, which was simply wishful thinking.

But now it is different, Zhuo Wen's body is mixed with Luoshen's aura, which makes Wang Jian Jianhun feel a familiar feeling, it can feel that this is the aura of the master's bloodline back then.

Buzz buzz!

Wang Jian uttered a mournful sound of sword-crying, and then floated in front of Zhuo Wen, and then continuously revolved around Zhuo Wen, as if he was whispering his difficulties.

Zhuo Wen stretched out his hand and stroked Wang Jian gently, the latter did not refuse, which made Zhuo Wen full of joy.

Before that, he also wanted to touch the Wang Jian, but every time his arm was almost cut off, and then he just let it go.

Seeing that Wang Jian no longer resisted him, Zhuo Wen became more courageous and began to try to refine this Wang Jian.

Perhaps feeling Zhuo Wen's intention, Wang Jian struggled a little, but after feeling Luoshen's breath, Wang Jian hesitated again and again, but did not resist.

Zhuo Wen was overjoyed, and quickly increased his strength to completely refine Wang Jian.

In this hall, Zhuo Wen sat for three days and three nights.

Three days later, Zhuo Wen suddenly opened his eyes, and the rusty Wang Jian turned into a stream of light, surrounding Zhuo Wen's body, looking extremely intimate and well-behaved.

Zhuo Wen looked at Wang Jian in front of him with joy, and said to himself, "Finally, this Wang Jian has been completely refined, and the skill of controlling the sword "Thousand Sword Rain" was also successfully refined by Wang Jian In an instant, I understood thoroughly, which is incredible.�

Putting away the king sword, Zhuo Wen was excited. At the moment of refining the king sword, he could clearly sense the more than 9,000 ancient swords inserted upside down in the ancient sword tomb far outside the Luoshen Palace ruins.

Even now, if Zhuo Wen wanted to, he could definitely mobilize the more than nine thousand ancient swords.

However, the current Luoshen Palace site is completely sealed off, even if he can mobilize the more than 9,000 ancient swords, it is useless.

Putting away the ice lotus, Zhuo Wen looked at the rebel and said, "Now help me kill Yao Xiong and Di Ling, otherwise if I die, the blood of heaven will be taken away by those two. Let you go, I can't promise."

The rebel moved his limbs and said: "Don't worry, I know a lot more than you about some things, and this is why I want to cooperate with you. But you have to pay attention to that Yao Xiong, this is a very hidden guy."

Zhuo Wen nodded, and left this place following the rebel.

He has the blood of heaven in his hands, and he can only lead the rebels and martyrs by the nose. He is not afraid that these guys will do him any harm, unless the rebels have the idea of ??dying together.

Among the ruins of Luoshen Palace, most of them are broken walls and some remaining formations.

Suddenly, at the end of an aisle, there was the sound of rather hurried footsteps, and then two tall figures appeared.

"Brother Yao, we seem to have lost track?" Di Ling narrowed his eyes and snorted coldly.

Yao Xiong shook his head, pretending to be mysterious and said with a smile: "That Zhuo Wen is very cunning, we didn't lose him."

Speaking of which, Yao Xiong took out a jar the size of a palm from his body, and then he smashed the jar, and immediately, a terrifying dense dark green mist spewed out from the inside of the jar.

The dark green mist spread extremely fast, and instantly the entire aisle was filled with the dark green mist.

This mist is extremely strange, but wherever it passes, it will be corroded by it, and the smell is extremely unpleasant, so bad that it makes people vomit.

"Brother Emperor, take this elixir. This is the antidote to the poisonous mist. If you don't take it first, I'm afraid you will be poisoned too."

Yao Xiong took out a green pill and handed it to Di Ling beside him.

Di Ling took the elixir, his eyes flickered, showing hesitation, and finally swallowed it.

After taking the pill, Di Ling immediately found that all the discomfort in his body had disappeared, and he knew that the antidote should have played a lot.

"This poisonous mist is so strong, I don't believe that Zhuo Wen can last long?" Di Ling said coldly.

It has been five or six days since Yao Xiong and Di Ling entered the ruins of Luoshen Palace. They searched inside for a long time, but they didn't find any clues of the blood of heaven, and they didn't even find any other treasures.

The two suspected for a while that the things in the ruins might have been obtained by Zhuowen who arrived first, so they desperately searched for Zhuowen in the ruins.

Two or three hours ago, the two met Zhuo Wen in this passage, but Zhuo Wen had quick eyes and quick hands, and before the two of them approached, he had already fled towards the depths of the passage at an extremely fast speed.

What made the two of them gnash their teeth was that Zhuo Wen seemed to be very familiar with the ruins, and disappeared in an instant in the winding corridors.

In order to expose Zhuo Wen, Yao Xiong planned to use an extreme method, that is, the poisonous mist released just now. JrNovels.com