"The battle has been decided, you can go and rest first."

Qin Fan looked at everyone, and an unconcealable fatigue appeared on their faces.

Especially Shui Nisheng, the whole person seemed to have lost three souls and seven spirits, and stumbled like a puppet.

This is related to the key battle for the subsequent development of the ghost market, and the mental pressure brought by it is actually greater than the energy consumption.

So everyone nodded and entered the cabin one after another.

However, two people remained in place, namely Hei Thirteen, and Feng Mo, who had better combat power preservation.

"Master, your situation is not good." Feng Mo said before Qin Fan could speak.

"Because of a little backlash." Qin Fan said helplessly, "Don't worry, I..."

"My duty is to protect the master." Feng Mo's stubbornness at this time made Qin Fan very troubled. He killed all the people he should have killed, and he was almost over. What other dangers could he encounter?

But when he thought of this, Qin Fan quickly spat a few times, and this kind of FLAG is still a good idea.

"Since that's the case, let's go together."

Then the four of them jumped down from the airship, and their figures quickly merged into the battlefield.

"Huh?" Qin Fan blinked. His eyes, which were temporarily blinded by fate, showed signs of recovery at this moment.

According to his estimate, it should take several days to pass this backlash period.

He even noticed a warm force pouring into his body, recovering the injuries he had suffered before and the exhaustion of the power he had in battle.

"This is?"

At this moment, Qin Fan stretched out his hands and saw white flames filled with holy aura floating on it.

Feng Mo thought Qin Fan had been plotted against, so he quickly tried to extinguish the white flame, but the moment he came into contact with it, his body suddenly trembled, and the fatigue between his eyebrows was even more exhausted.

“So warm…”

He was not like Qin Fan because the sacred white flame recovered his own consumption, but he felt that his mental power was undergoing an extremely comfortable massage.

It's like being in a warm hot spring in the cold winter.

"It's the true meaning of martial arts!"

Feng Mo looked at the white sea of ​​fire in the distance.

Qin Fan also recalled the detailed information reported by the Biaozi Demon when he understood the true meaning of this martial arts.

[Worry-free Prosperity: Through practicing "The Delusion Soul Divine Art", combined with the long-cherished wishes of tens of thousands of people, the true meaning of martial arts understood.

You will have a halo effect. Any believer who believes in the Lord from the heart is in his halo. When the slogan of Wuyou Sect is shouted, his mental power will be temporarily increased by 100%, and he can actively condense the faith that matches the enemy's military power!

Anyone who does not believe in the Lord is within his aura will be weakened by different degrees of negative BUFF according to his mental strength.

The range of the halo depends on your mental power coverage!]

[Note: Now you are pursuing a force that is different from martial arts. Although it was born from martial arts, it is not within the limit of the true meaning of martial arts in the future.]

[Note: With your current strength, you cannot actively turn on and off the halo. You need to continue to deepen your understanding of faith, and this is an unknown path that has not yet been entered by the foreman.]

At this moment, the power generated by the true meaning of martial arts has far exceeded the information reported.

This also means that it has evolved to the second stage.

"Is it divine power?" Qin Fan felt that he could control this power. When he tried to use this white holy flame to repair the injuries in his eyes, he saw that the holy light of faith that thirty thousand believers not far away dimmed directly.

Then Qin Fan decisively disconnected the link, and the holy flame that appeared on his arms had disappeared.

It is already an unexpected surprise to be able to enter the recovery period in advance. If you want to completely repair the backlash brought by fate, you may exhaust the power of these 30,000 people.

"Let's go."

It is not a suitable opportunity to experiment now, but Qin Fan felt that he would need to go there personally in the future.

The other three people did not ask much about this. Feng Mo and Hei Thirteen were not talkative people, and Mo Kaixin had long focused on the weapon refining formation, and he could not care about other things at all.

Then the four great masters took all their strength, and in less than a quarter of an hour, they had already divided the chaotic battlefield again, and at the same time they also arrived at the destination of the trip.

The entrance to the Secret Realm of the Knife Tomb.

Looking at the rocks in front of him, Qin Fan frowned slightly, while Feng Mo drew his sword and slashed out a passage.

The stones that were originally tempered by the knife intention are now as tender as tofu. With just one sword, they crushed the surrounding rocks into powder.

"Interesting, this weapon refining array is not that simple."

Before entering the secret realm, Mo Kaixin saw the array pattern carved on the ground and was about to copy it on a piece of it on a white paper, and wait until she returned to the ghost market to study it.

At this time, Qin Fan said:

"No need to remember. I have recorded this complete array pattern in the library in the Ghost Market before. You can directly review it with your permission."

This made Mo Kaixin stunned. He felt that he needed to visit the library frequently in the future. He knew when something strange would suddenly appear.

"So this is also the true inheritance of the masters of the Zhudao Hall for all generations, right?"

Qin Fan nodded and looked at Feng Mo who asked about this sentence with some surprise.

"They are swordsmen after all."

Feng Mo's answer was still so concise, but when everyone entered the secret realm, they began to frown.

Because the secret realm of the Knife Tomb is shattering at a speed visible to the naked eye, it has shrunk by at least one third compared to its previous complete state.

“Is this part of their plan?”

"have no idea."

All three of them were surprised by Qin Fan's answer.

"Because this is an unrealistic conjecture."

At this time, as everyone went deeper into it, they also saw Ying Wuque and the coffin containing Sima Kongming.

Feng Mo stepped forward a few steps to check Sima Kongming in the coffin. After confirming that he was still alive, he looked at the vortex formed by various broken swords and slags behind Ying Wuque.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Hei Thirteen, you should take him to an abandoned temple a hundred miles away in the west, there should be someone waiting there."

Hei Shisan nodded and looked at Ying Wuque. The other party didn't say much. He bowed to Qin Fan and the others, and then prepared to withdraw from the secret realm with Hei Shisan.

His physical and mental power were previously baptized by the sword force, which had already leaped to the great perfection of the innate realm, only one line away from the Grand Master.

And this line only requires one retreat to make a breakthrough easily.

More importantly, his red sleeved knife also reached the heavenly level.

So if you count carefully, this time, besides the ghost market, he Ying Wuque is the biggest winner.

Therefore, he did not reject Qin Fan's arrangements for him, and even looked forward to it very much.

Ying Wuque has always been a person with clear self-awareness, just like when he first met Qin Fan.

He agreed to Xiang Bohuai's appointment with Feng Mo, but he did not interfere with the follow-up matters at all. Without waiting for a result, he returned to the Casting Hall without looking back.

Because he knew that some things he could do, some things he could not do, and he would not mention a word if he could not ask.

As for the next chaos in the world, he actually did not have a practical plan to make himself stronger.

Since this is the case, it is also good to continue to obey Qin Fan's command. He will not have any awkward feelings of becoming a puppet, nor will he suffer from the inner suffering of being a traitor, so he will be the most perfect spy candidate.

Just when Ying Wuque's figure passed by Qin Fan, Qin Fan suddenly said:

"You have never forgotten your mission in the Casting Knife Hall. Everything that each generation of the church masters prepares is to make this knife."

"A knife? Boring." Ying Wuque touched the red-sleeved knife on his waist, and the extra interest in his eyes disappeared.

He was actually quite looking forward to it before, but now he is no longer curious.

He even deliberately pulled Hei Shisan's neck of his clothes and urged him to leave as soon as possible.

Hei Shisan looked at Ying Wuque helplessly. The other party didn't want to listen, but he still wanted to listen.

But after seeing Qin Fan give him a look, he could only take Ying Wuque to leave the secret realm.

"Is the Lord trying him?"

"First verify that he was the one who was the former Ying Wuque. Of course, he should have discovered this and was in a hurry to let Hei Shisan take him away.

Only this vigilance can confirm that the decision to send him to the Wuwei Prince's Mansion is correct."

Then Qin Fan looked at the trace of ghost fire that appeared in the vortex.

"It seems that it has begun."

"Old Qin, don't keep it aside. I haven't finished it before. Don't tell me that the knife casting hall is so boring that it's really just casting a knife.

I just looked at the array patterns arranged in this secret realm. What it contains is not only as simple as tempering the ghost fire.

About 30% of them, and I can’t figure it out at all.”

You should know that Mo Kaixin is the number one craftsman recognized by the Tao of Heaven. If he couldn't even understand it for a while, no one in the world would be able to understand it.

Qin Fan was not surprised at all with his answer:

"After all, this is several generations, no, it should have been created by the establishment of the Casting Hall, which brings together the wisdom of each generation of the church owner.
To be continued...