C901 (1/2)

All the people present were human spirits who had lived for a long time. When they saw the expression of the burial sword, they guessed it.

”Bury sword, you can't compare with Fang Xiaoyou?” Dark sword grinned and said.

”Look at the expression of the burial sword, not only compared, but also lost.” The swordsman laughed.

Others also looked at the sword.

The latter lowered his head and turned away.

Seeing the back of the sword, everyone laughed.

Only Fang Chen can make the sword so subdued.

The cultivation of burial sword reached the realm of xuanwang, and everyone was in a good mood.

”Now that everyone is well cultivated, go to the tenth floor.” Tianhong immortal suddenly said.

Hearing the words of immortal Tianhong, people's faces changed slightly and became dignified.

Inside the tenth floor, there is the heart of Xuantian.

Once they get it, they will have the hope to step into the realm of xuanwang, and there is no need to worry about the arrival of the time limit.

”The tenth floor.”

Think of here, people's eyes, full of hot color.

”The ninth floor is so dangerous that it must be extremely dangerous within the tenth floor.” Someone said.

Others nodded, but now that they have reached the ninth floor, they have to enter the tenth floor anyway.

”To be on the safe side, you should not go too far into the tenth floor. If you are in danger, you should return to the ninth floor as soon as possible.” Whispering wind said slowly.

”Xuantian's heart is close at hand. We should get it anyway.” The Taoist vigorously clenched his fist and said in a deep voice.

Later, a group of people went together.

There is no more danger in this big ninth floor.

As for the inheritance treasure in the ninth layer, under the temptation of Xuantian heart, people have already ignored it.

Whoa

On the tenth floor of silence, fourteen figures suddenly appeared.

Fang Chen is the first with the burial sword, and the other strong ones are behind.

Among all the people, Fang Chen and the burying sword are the most powerful, and they are the two leading the battle, which is safer.

”Is this the tenth floor?”

Fang Chen looked around and said in a low voice.

His soul diffused and instantly scanned the tenth floor.

”Well?”

Fang Chen found that his soul could not cover the entire tenth floor, which also meant that the space of the tenth floor was several times stronger than that of the ninth floor.

”No danger has been found for the time being.” Fang Chen said at the same time with the burial sword.

”Be careful.” Said the swordsman.

A group of 14 people, fast forward, soon found a strange place.

”Here, there seems to be resentment from the dead.” All of a sudden, the sword said.

Just as the words of sword burial just fell, suddenly a powerful man's resentment suddenly appeared from the ground and attacked the people.

”Whew...”

The golden light slaughters the dragon to display, an instant attack, directly cleaves on the powerful person's resentment.

Click, and the resentment of the powerful is directly broken.

At this moment, a crack appeared in the earth, and the remains of a powerful man appeared.

”The wreckage of the mighty.”

Seeing this, all the teachers and students called out.

Of course, what shocked the public was not the remains of the powerful, but the heart of the dark sky.

At the moment, in the wreckage of the great power, there is a bright heart like thing suspended, and its body exudes a terrible breath.

People look at this scene, eyes, full of excitement.

”Xuantian heart, did not expect to meet Xuantian heart so soon?” Eight extreme strong, crazy smile way.

Fang Chen is also staring at the heart of Xuantian.

The heart of Xuantian condensed after the death of the king xuanwang is like this.

Whoa

As soon as the wrist of the sword was shaken, the wreckage of the powerful man was shattered, and then he grasped the heart of Xuantian.

”Who wants this mysterious heart?”

Among the 14 people present, in addition to burying swords, Xuantian's heart is attractive to others.

Hearing the question of the sword burial, the others looked at each other.

”Seven elders, the deadline is coming, and the five of us will not join in.” Lu Jingyun said.