The sudden change made him suddenly startle and he reexamined the blood in front of him.

Although the ancestors' soldiers are strong.

But it is impossible to just rely on a wisp of knife energy to cause damage.

You must know.

He is not as simple as an idiot true immortal. After obtaining the throne of the formation ancestor, his strength has long reached the peak of the lower third level true immortal. He is only one step away from breaking through the realm of the middle third level true immortal.

Although among the gods in the heavenly court, such a realm is considered to be at the bottom.

You can look at the world and all races.

Such a state can be considered the top one.

Even so.

No one is qualified to contact this knife.

Fang Xinglan's shock was self-evident.

Qin Shujian said: "This knife is not an ordinary ancestral soldier. If you take it to the Qianyuan Holy Land, only the strongest person in the holy land is qualified to borrow his power."

"Just borrowing?"

The strongest people in the holy land are just qualified to borrow power, and Fang Xinglan couldn't help but blurt out.

After the words were finished, he also realized his mistakes.

This divine weapon is the thing of the Emperor in front of you. I said this, I undoubtedly feel like I am coveting the divine weapon.

If the other party blames it, it will be troublesome.

Qin Shujian laughed: "If Qianyuan Holy Land is qualified to obtain this divine weapon to recognize the master, then what's the point of giving you this divine weapon? You just need to have this ability."

Paused.

He just waved his hand to drive away the person: "Okay, let's talk about it later. Take this knife back."

"I'm leaving."

Fang Xinglan bowed and looked at Qianshan Blood, and then tried to turn around and leave.

As expected.

After he left, the Thousand Mountains of Blood followed him slowly.
Chapter completed!