Chapter 1558 Too Late

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After several hours, Ye Fan felt that he had returned to his best condition

This time, he tried his best to fight against the ancestor Tianbao. Although he escaped death, he also gained something.

My ultimate unparalleled sword intent has been tested in actual combat, and I have a clearer understanding of the strength of the immortal state.

"It's a pity that this mirror..."

Ye Fan took out the sun-replacing mirror, and found that the mirror was completely dimmed. It probably didn't have enough time to recover, so it couldn't be used anymore.

If the mirror could block a few more immortal-level attacks, he would be able to kill the immortal-level monks, but unfortunately... the next time he meets the ancestor Tianbao, he will no longer be able to use this move again.

Ye Fan had some headaches, the Hunyuan gold ingot of Tianbao Patriarch is indeed a sacred object, if he hadn't been so confident and had taken out the Hunyuan gold ingot earlier, he would have lost.

It seems... that I am still at an absolute disadvantage when I meet the immortal state...

However, Ye Fan was very surprised that the sword intent after extreme compression could have a miraculous effect remaining in the wound.

Ye Fan couldn't help but think of his plan to condense the golden core of sword intent...

In fact, my Sword Intent Golden Elixir is a higher level of extreme compression.

"It seems...the quickest way to improve the combat power to defeat the longevity level is to condense the golden pill of sword intent..." Ye Fan muttered to himself, thinking.

Jianyi Jindan is like the body of a planet, and with the gravity of this planet, a liquid ocean can easily appear, a bit like the current situation of the ultimate sword...

But now in Ye Fan's normal state, the uncompressed Wushuang Sword Intent can only be regarded as "gas".

By studying the magic sword left by the etheric civilization, Ye Fan continuously compresses energy particles according to scientific principles to achieve greater mass analysis...

The conclusion he came to was that if he could successfully cultivate the Golden Elixir of Sword Intent, then...maybe he would be able to raise the limit of Sword Intent to a qualitative leap!

It's even... not sure if I can use "Liquid Wushuang Sword Intent"!

The Wushuang Sword Intent, which is slightly inclination towards the liquid state, has already caused so much damage to the long-lived ancestor Tianbao. If he really compressed the Wushuang Sword Intent into a liquid state, it is estimated that a few drops on his body would directly kill him. Pierce!

Ye Fan was helpless for a while, but it was a pity that even if his body disintegrated twice, he would not be able to bear the condensed sword intent golden core. The sword intent's backlash was too strong, and his body's recovery speed could not keep up with its backlash speed.

It's like creating a magical weapon in your own dantian. The cooled magic weapon can be stored, but the high-temperature furnace environment during the creation is unbearable for Ye Fan.

Ye Fan couldn't help thinking, if he wanted to compete for the sacred object that appeared this time, without the Golden Elixir of Sword Intent, it would be almost the same as sending him to death...

Then do you want to give up... Or, think of a way to see if it is possible to condense the golden core of sword intent in a short time...

"Husband...husband..."

Ye Fan was thinking to himself when he suddenly heard Nian Rujiao's whisper.

Just as Ye Fan was about to agree, he realized that the woman wasn't calling him anymore...

Nian Rujiao opened her eyes now, and the corners of her eyes were still full of tears. She took the elixir that Ye Fan fed her, and now she is much better.

After standing up from the ground, Nian Rujiao didn't look at Ye Fan, and walked slowly towards the place where Leng Xingchen was buried.

Ye Fan looked at the woman who looked like a walking dead, with empty eyes and pale lips, and felt uncomfortable, and didn't know what to say.

Nian Rujiao knelt on the grass, stretched out her hands, and began to dig the dirt.

A pair of white and tender slender hands stuck in the mud without pain, constantly digging and digging...

Seeing this scene, Ye Fan hurried over and said, "What are you doing?"

"I want to take my husband home...to the ancestral hall of the Leng family...I can't let him lie here alone..." Nian Rujiao choked up.

"Then you don't need to dig like this, when will you dig like this?" Ye Fan said helplessly.

Nian Rujiao didn't speak, she only cared about herself, she buried her head in digging, her hands had never done such rough work before, the nails were full of mud and scratched in many places.

Seeing that her hand was bleeding, Ye Fan quickly grabbed her hand, frowned and said, "I told you not to use your hands like this! You will only hurt yourself like this, you know that!?"

Nian Rujiao looked up, eyes full of tears, and looked at the man indifferently: "This is a matter between our husband and wife, and it has nothing to do with you, an outsider! I don't need you to tell me this!"

"Even if Leng Xingchen is here, would he have the heart to watch you get blood on his hands?" Ye Fan took out a sword and said, "I can open this place with the sword energy, you get out of the way."

"No!" Nian Rujiao flatly refused, desperately laying down on the burial place, saying, "What if you hurt my husband!?"

Ye Fan said speechlessly: "Impossible, I buried him, and I will never touch his body."

"I won't allow it! Go away! He's already like this, I can't let you hurt him anymore! I...I..."

Nian Rujiao couldn't continue, sobbing: "I can't do anything for him...I don't know anything...I'm so useless...I must take his body back properly..."

Ye Fan gritted his teeth and felt a headache. He didn't know whether he was upset by this woman's "stupidity" or depressed because her attitude towards him had changed so much.

However, he really couldn't bear to see Nian Rujiao's tears and the wound on her hand...

After Ye Fan took a deep breath, he put away his sword, then squatted down, rolled up his sleeves, and began to reach out to dig the grass and soil.

Nian Rujiao choked up, looked up at Ye Fan, "You..."

"I don't use a sword, I dig it with my hands, it's okay...I'm not buried deep enough. If I don't hurry up and dig, I won't be able to dig him in a day..."

Ye Fan felt that it was useless to say what he said now, the only thing he could do was to help the women dig together.

With delicate red eyes, Nianru looked at the man with a complicated expression, but didn't say much, and continued digging with her head buried.

The woman doesn't care about the pain and dirt on her hands, she just wants to see the body again before it completely rots...

After digging for half a day, although most of the soil was dug up by Ye Fan, Nian Rujiao's hands were covered with scratches, blood and soil could not be distinguished at all.

Finally, a corpse is revealed...

When she saw the face that had begun to decay, Nian Rujiao almost fainted from the stimulation.

But she still stared at that face deeply for a long time, desperately wishing that it was not true, but she had to face all this.

Ye Fan walked slowly to the outside of the pit, shook the dirt off his hands, and said, "I'm going to wash my hands, you probably have a lot to say, and you want to tell him..."

Just as Ye Fan was about to leave, Nian Rujiao stopped him.

"My husband...how did he die?" Nian Rujiao asked quietly.

Ye Fan sighed, "From the information we know so far, the ancestor Tianbao bought Ning Feng, then designed to trick him here, and then sent some people to pretend to be Feng Linhai's disciples to kill him.

Patriarch Tianbao probably wanted to take advantage of his death to provoke a fight between Hanguangmen and Feng Linhai in advance, so that he could steal the upcoming sacred object.

When I arrived that day, he had died of serious injuries. I killed the four men who killed him, but I couldn't save him in time. "

After Nian Rujiao finished listening, she was silent for a moment, then turned her head and asked coldly, "Are you... really too late to save him?"