The Eastern Crown, the Mountain Driving Bell, the Soul Gathering Coffin, the Ancient Corpse, the Natural Spring, and all the required elixirs collected from the Corpse Abandonment Sect Constant Treasury filled Zhang Fan's cloud bed.

When Candle Jiuxiao came before, Zhang Fan had already handed over the income from Chang Ku and the natural spring.

Of course, it can't be all.

He took half of it from the natural spring, with four cups, and in the corpse abandonment sect storehouse, as long as he took away some spirit grasses that were rare in the outside world, and some things with unique functions, such as the best spirit stones. The rest of them are certainly a lot of wealth, enough to make a sect rise, enough to cause blood and blood, but for him personally, it is of no great use, it is better to dedicate it to the sect.

The rest, that is, the ones in front of him, are all essences.

Things like spirit grass are naturally used to refine some spirit pills needed to become babies, these are the proper meanings of the question, and there is no need to say more about what should be done in this year.

The main thing is still those treasures.

The first piece held by Zhang Fan was the Holy Emperor's Crown, which he named the East Crown.

This trip to the 100,000 Great Mountains has certainly gained a lot, but all the rest, including the natural springs, and even the Changku of the Corpse Abandonment Sect, all taken together, are not comparable to the value of the Eastern Crown.

This treasure is the biggest harvest of this trip.

At that critical moment, Zhang Fan took action to suppress the corpse abandonment of the Taoist at the last moment, for the sake of everything, he only had time to take away the Eastern Crown, as for the matching Holy Emperor court clothes, as well as the golden corpse, and other things, they could not be collected, so they had to be suppressed together and left for later.

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Fan took off the crown and slowly lifted and put on the East Crown.

"Slow!"

At this moment, the ascetic interrupted.

"Boy, have you thought about it? Don't forget the unlucky guy you suppressed for 500 years. ”

In the voice of the ascetician, in addition to the banter, there was a strong sense of solemnity and concern, and he was obviously very wary of this eastern crown.

"Ku Lao, you also said that he was unlucky. ”

"How does he compare to me?!"

Zhang Fan smiled proudly, kept moving his hands, and wore the East Crown on the top.

He naturally knows what the ascetic means. If it is said that the corpse abandoned the Taoist fell into such a situation, turned into a Divine Dao Monarch, an immortal man, and struggled from ancient times to the present, only barely to get out of the Heavenly Punishment and Thunder, and it has nothing to do with this set of Holy Emperor costumes, then no one believes it.

At this time, what Zhang Fan wore was only the crown part of the Holy Emperor's costume, but as long as he thought of the fate of the corpse abandonment Taoist, it was inevitable that people would be afraid.

However, others are afraid of it, but Zhang Fan does not take it seriously.

As he said before, although the corpse abandonment Daoist is a god Dao monarch, a generation of supreme powerhouses, but he cannot be compared to him.

This refers to nature not strength, but luck, which can suppress everything, retreat from all evils, and come to heaven and earth to borrow the same strength!

"The treasure of luck, not the luck of the atmosphere, can not be subdued, not profitable, but suffered!"

Zhang Fan's words came out, but even he couldn't hear them, he only felt that the sky was spinning and the world was spinning, as if the world had changed.

The brilliance, the desolation and remoteness of the wilderness, suddenly dispersed, and in an instant, it diffused throughout the quiet room, and there was still residual strength, as if it was about to break the entire stone house and envelop everything, and it was endlessly domineering.

"Hey~ Trouble boy. ”

The Nine Flame Dragon Balls danced into the air, and a stream of essence of fiery red spread out, just enveloping the quiet room itself, restraining that wild and desolate aura and not being exposed.

All this, Zhang Fan was unconscious, and his whole mind was immersed in the East Crown, immersed in a strange scene that took him across hundreds of thousands of years.

......

The sky is hazy and chaotic, as if it is full of sand and dust, and like the original color, from time to time there is a purple thunder piercing, earth-shattering loud noise;

The land, as far as the eye can see, is flat and flat, with few ups and downs of mountains, and lacks the division of rivers, lakes and seas.

"Is this the primeval world?"

"That world where Hongmeng was first created, that world where divine beasts, demon gods, and holy emperors crisscross the universe, using heaven and earth as a chessboard to play against Qiankun?"

Suddenly, Zhang Fan suddenly realized.

On this day, isn't it the heavens where the chaos has not dispersed and the Three Realms cannot be opened? The clouds and thunder in the sky are not the terrifying chaotic air currents, the purple thunder outside the heavens that destroy the world?

Isn't this land a turbid and unearthly wilderness where the darkness has not yet been completed, and the mountains have not yet begun?

In a trance, before he could take a closer look, Zhang Fan only felt that his fluttering body was suddenly heavy, as if he was suddenly grabbed by something and was about to be swallowed in his mouth.

A look of surprise flashed across his face, and he regained his indifference.

In this world, he is obviously not a physical existence, and he can't control his own actions at all.

As soon as this thought flashed, a fluttering thought fell straight to the earth from the nine heavens, and slammed down on a man with a crown and clothes, all of whom were extremely dignified.

I saw the high-sounding man, his arms held high, with endless power with him, the ground cracked when he stepped on, his breath became clouds and thunder, and his mouth roared like the wind......

"This dress is so familiar......

This was the last scene Zhang Fan saw, and then it seemed like boundless darkness pressed down, and he was no longer conscious.

"Who the hell is this?"

When Zhang Fan's mind and soul stabilized again, he found that he was already attached to this man who had only seen power in his life, and he couldn't control his actions, just a bystander, but he could see all this from his vision.

Time, as if artificially sped up.

In an instant, Zhang Fan didn't even see the situation around him clearly, when he felt that one by one human figures with a powerful aura were kneeling in front of the man he possessed, as if they were saying something, but they couldn't hear it clearly, and they couldn't even see it clearly. I only knew that the aura was stronger than the other, and it flowed like a marquee, kneeling down in front of him one by one, and disappeared in an instant, as if they had accepted some task.

It feels like it's only a moment, but there are stone statues that look like real people, hundreds or thousands of times the size, rising from the ground and standing on the ground.

Time flies, one moment the first stone has just been mined, the next moment, the last nick has been chiseled.

When countless statues spread all over the earth, battles broke out.

Incense and thoughts, entwined and absorbed, the statues seemed to come to life.

In this process, fierce battles, one by one strong people fell, everything, as if a hundred years of time were condensed into an instant, Zhang Fan could only feel the top powerhouses who could suffocate him with breath alone, falling like ants, but he couldn't capture any person's appearance by eyesight at all.

Until......

"Boom!"

The earth cracked, the mountains collapsed, the rivers dried up, and the lakes and seas dried up.

There was a loud bang that pierced the heavens and the earth, everything was different, and the wild land was torn apart under a force that could not be described in words, making the sky fall for it and the earth for it.

The tall sculptures, the lingering incense, and the idea of endless life collapsed, and everything came together and turned into a huge Dharma Body......

"Is it a human? Is it a demon?"

Zhang Fan suddenly opened his eyes, and let the beads of sweat roll down, as if he didn't realize it.

From the boundless wilderness land, he suddenly returned to the cultivation retreat room that was only a few feet in radius, and after looking around, he really didn't know what was illusory and what was real?

"Is it the Holy Emperor, or the Demon God?"

In the end, Zhang Fan just shook his head and smiled bitterly, unable to say why.

In the Eastern Crown, at a speed of hundreds of millions of times, he experienced the life of a top Shinto powerhouse in a barbaric primeval time, and at that last moment, when the Dharma Body was overwhelmed by heaven and earth, the terrifying power that almost tore the heavens and the earth apart is still vivid in my mind at this time.

The funny thing is that except for the powerful aura of countless random ones, which are better than all the strong people he has seen in this life, he has never even seen the appearance of even one person clearly.

Everything seems to be covered by a curtain composed of hundreds of thousands of years, and the flowers in the fog cannot be seen in the end.

However, it is not for nothing, from that world to now, it has been solemn and solemn, only at the moment when the luck is supernatural, and the golden seal of evil is pressed, the East Crown, which has shown a little bit of spiritual surname, suddenly shines magnificently, as if it is boundless power in the illusion.

A cool feeling like a clear spring always flows down from the East Crown and goes straight into the soul.

This clear spring, without words or words, is a river of understanding, which is the secret of the primeval Shinto, the Dharma Body!

Between the eyebrows, it gradually became vivid, and finally it was ecstatic!

"I see!"

After a long time, Zhang Fan breathed a sigh of relief, and the brilliance of the crown on his head gradually faded.

It is not known what is recorded in the costume that goes with the East Crown, but in this crown, it is the art of the Shinto Dharma Body that has been lost in the primeval world.

"Boy, but the Shinto method?"

"Come on, the old man is in a hurry to die. ”

Zhang Fan was silent to himself, and the ascetic man controlled the Nine Flame Dragon Balls, and around his body, a large area of fire shadows was circulated, and the itching of his heart was revealed.

"Yes and no!"

Zhang Fan first nodded, then shook his head.

The Shinto techniques inherited in the Eastern Crown have no beginning and no end, no beginning and no tail, no method of cultivation, and some are just the techniques of condensing the Dharma body with the thoughts of the people and incense.

It is not like the actions of the corpse abandoned Dao people seen in the 100,000 mountains, and it is also very different from the actions of the barbarian primeval powerhouses in the illusion realm.

If it weren't for the method of this Dharma Body, there was a special feature, that is, it was a means of extracting incense from the people's minds and condensing the Dharma Body with the Eastern Crown, Zhang Fan would have thought it was a defective product.

After Zhang Fan roughly described the method in it, the ascetic was silent for a long time, and as soon as he opened his mouth, it was like thunder.

"Boy, you've found a treasure!"

(To be continued)