The yellow sand of the earth, the surface is calm, as if nothing happened, but the ground is surging, and a wind and waves are brewing.

"Li Chun, what are you doing......

The vague angry shouts came into Zhang Fan's ears along the yellow sand, but in an instant, they couldn't be heard.

On both sides, there is the rapidly receding yellow sand of the soil, and in the middle, Zhang Fan's face is sinking like water, and his fist is clenched, as if he is pinching something.

Lightning and flint, white horses pass through the gap, in an instant, the yellow in front of the eyes fades quickly, and the soil around him gradually reveals a dark color, as if it is a humus of fertile soil, and occasionally dense roots appear, fleeting, and disappearing.

"It's already in the mountains!"

At that moment, Zhang Fan understood Li Chun's intentions, so he didn't resist, moved with his strength, and let Li Chun send him far away through the art of earth escape.

Even if he didn't understand the other party's intention to do this, the hearty voice that followed was enough for him to understand everything.

"Brother Zhang, don't come unharmed, bald, I'm afraid I won't be able to accompany Brother Zhang to drink and talk. ”

"Li Mou is cheeky about it, and I hope that Brother Zhang will help him for the sake of acquaintance, and return this Wutu ring to my Li clan. ”

If so, Li felt warm in the ground. ”

"Looking forward to the next life, you can still get drunk together!"

At that critical moment, Li Chun seemed to be strolling leisurely, talking eloquently, without a word of anxiety and confusion, as if he was holding his breath in a quiet room.

He is determined to die.

At the beginning, he followed Xue Ningbing to this place, thinking that he would become a benevolent person if he didn't succeed, and the family's treasure, in his mind, was more important than his own surname.

Even if Zhang Fan was not involved, he would inevitably try his best to fight with his surname in order to bring the treasure back to the family.

Now it's naturally simpler, it's a family name that is entrusted to each other.

Wu Tu Ring, in Li Chun's mind, is definitely a more important thing than his surname, and he can put it in Zhang Fan's hands so decisively, this trust is especially rare.

It seems that the scene when the two got along back then, not only Zhang Fan left a very good impression in his heart, but also Li Chun, who also regarded Zhang Fan as a person who could be trusted.

"Brother Li!"

"Zhang will definitely fulfill Brother Li's last wish!"

Zhang Fan suddenly clenched his palm, and the Wutu ring in his palm was almost in the flesh and blood, and a tingling sensation faintly came.

At this moment, there was a sudden bright light in front of him, and the feeling of depression in the ground suddenly disappeared, and the earthy yellow brilliance flashed away, as if the bubble had burst, and fresh air and sufficient spiritual energy poured in.

It's already on the mountain.

Standing up suddenly, Zhang Fan looked around for a while, and immediately understood Li Chun's painstaking efforts.

At this time, the place where he is already at the peak of this immortal mountain, the surrounding dense forests are all over, the corners of the eaves hall are looming, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant in front of him, the wind is passing through the forest, the fishing wood is singing, the master is hidden, and the spirit of the fairy mountain is revealed.

Here, it is only a few dozen zhang away from the treasure of the Black Evil Ancestor.

As soon as he stood still, a shouting sound came from the foot of the mountain.

As soon as Fang heard this, Zhang Fan's face suddenly sank.

A hearty and hearty laughter came, as if it wanted to go straight to the sky, but it stopped abruptly...... Li Chun, die!

Immediately after, in less than a breath, the woman's crazy scream came, as if venting her anger and like a pursuit, the continuous woods fell, the birds were startled, and there were more flashes of light and shadow, like a dragon rushing forward.

"Ah~~"

The screams of a young man came from the end of the fallen woods, hundreds of zhang away from the place where Li Chun died.

It's a wave of dust!

Zhang Fan immediately realized that Li Chun must have sent the dust and waves out together, but this time it was not a good intention, but a distraction for Zhang Fan, after all, since goodbye, the two have not shown any familiarity and intimacy, and Ling Fengxiao and the others could not be sure who the Wutu Ring was handed over, so they had to let go of anyone.

"Chance!"

But in an instant, everything happened.

At this time, the voice of the bitter Taoist suddenly sounded.

He didn't say it deeply, but Zhang Fan also understood what he meant.

This is a rare opportunity, an opportunity that Li Chun exchanged for his surname.

Without hesitation, there was no delay in taking a breath, Zhang Fan didn't even look at the surrounding environment, his body moved, and suddenly disappeared.

When it reappeared, it was already submerged in a Taoist temple.

Yes, it is the Taoist temple.

The building that had never appeared in the immortal cultivation world in this world was standing in front of Zhang Fan at this time.

At this time, Zhang Fan didn't have time to remember, and he didn't have time to take a closer look, at the foot of the mountain behind him, the faint sound of whistling in the air, like a whip, urged him to hurry up!

"Ku Lao, help me!"

Zhang Fan let out a loud shout, and he didn't even use his mind to transmit the sound.

Before he could finish speaking, two powerful divine senses erupted from his body at the same time, sweeping through the entire Taoist temple.

The fastest speed, the shortest time, to find the place where the Black Demon Ancestor sits, where the treasure is hidden.

"Huh?"

"Backyard!"

At the same time, the bitter Taoist and Zhang Fan shouted in unison.

All the Taoist buildings, whether it is the main hall or the quiet room of the guest house, are empty, as if they have been swept away, there is nothing, only in the backyard, there is a faint different kind of breath.

"How can it be in the backyard?"

Before thinking about it, Zhang Fan disappeared in place in a flash, and a streamer of light passed away.

The ancient trees are long and long, the green leaves are lush and dense, and under the shade of the huge umbrella-like tree, a back tree sits upright.

This ancient tree is hundreds of zhang high, a pillar of optimus, if the whole immortal mountain is compared to a car, the crown is the canopy.

Such a terrifying and huge giant tree is rare even on the surface, and I never thought that it would survive in this underground world, in the fragments of the world that cannot be seen.

Under the huge shade of the tree, the back of an old man sat still, and there was no breath revealed up and down his body, which was no different from an idol carved of clay and wood.

- Black Demon Ancestor.

Here and now, appearing here, it can only be a sitting black ancestor.

Whether it was this ancient tree or the remains of the Black Demon Ancestor, at this moment, in Zhang Fan's eyes, it was as if it did not exist.

"Bronze Ding!"

In the middle of the ancient tree and the remains of the Black Ancestor, there was a half-human-high bronze tripod standing.

The black ancestor had a thin palm, and it was still gently pressed on Ding's body, as if he was still caressing it, and he couldn't bear to abandon it even if he died.

As soon as he arrived in this backyard, Zhang Fan's gaze was condensed, directly ignoring the back of the ancient tree, and Na Ding's body was like a black hole, instantly absorbing all his attention.

Sure enough, it was all worth it.

Ecstasy swelled up in an instant.

At a glance, this bronze tripod is no different from the one he caressed at night, whether it is breath or style, if there is a difference, it is the golden text on it, in addition, it is like a mold cast.

Zhang Fan hasn't looked at the gold text on the tripod yet, but the previous bronze tripod, he is more familiar with it than his own body, just looking at the layout of the gold text on it, he knows that the content on it is very different.

Zhang Fan's expression had just moved, and before he could make any movements, a noisy voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Damn it!"

His face changed, but he didn't directly collect the bronze tripod, but his body moved, and he instantly disappeared into the huge canopy.

Covered by dense branches and leaves, it is standing under the tree, looking up closely, and no one will be worried about noticing.

But that's not enough.

Almost at the moment of hiding, the black nest flashed out with Zhang Fan's action of wiping on the Qiankun bag, and when it was empty, it was separated from the inside and outside, and there was no trace of breath leaking.

Just after doing this, in less than a snap of his fingers, four figures shot in one after another and appeared in this backyard.

Ling Feng Xiao, Shui Gong Shui Po, Snow and Ice!

Among the four of them, Ling Fengxiao and Shui Gong Shui Po looked quite normal, but their clothes were a little messy, obviously in the case of certain death, Li Chun still caused them a little trouble in the yellow sand of the earth.

Compared to the three of them, Xue Ningbing was even more embarrassed.

The hair was no longer obedient, but spread out, like crazy, and the skin on the snow-white face was also faintly blood-red, as if the remaining anger had not disappeared.

As soon as they came here, just like Zhang Fan before, the faces of the four of them instantly showed ecstasy.

The difference was that their attention was all focused on the remains of the Black Demon Ancestor.

However, no one moved, whether it was Ling Fengxiao or the other three, they all faintly staggered their positions, as if they were guarding against a sudden blow from the people around them.

At this time, Zhang Fan, who had calmed down, had the leisure to carefully observe the situation below.

The position he chose was just as he could see everything below, as well as the golden inscription on the bronze tripod.

The Black Ancestor, sitting upright, with a lifelike face, did not look like he had been dead for countless years, but looked like an ordinary old man who had suddenly fallen into a deep sleep.

He caressed the copper tripod with one hand, and the other hand hung on the ground, and next to the palm, a few lines of handwriting stood out.

I don't know how many years have passed, these handwriting should have been drowned in the fallen leaves and dust, and they will never be seen again, but at this time, everyone can clearly see that every stroke on the handwriting is like a carving, clearly exposed in the thick dust, with clear edges and corners and clear lines, as if it has just been carved.

Carving is naturally impossible, and the reason for this abnormality is also instantly known by everyone.

The breath, the incomparably powerful breath, like a sword, from the handwriting of the silver hook iron painting, soared into the sky, not to mention the soil leaves, not the hardest bluestone, it will also be pierced.

"Thousands of years in the world, those who follow me prosper, those who oppose me die, everything that wishes, all are fulfilled, and it is also the will of heaven that the gods cannot be achieved, and the remaining wishes are enough!"

"The only thing, a lifetime of regret!"

"I have the treasure in my hand, and I have been studying hard for thousands of years, but I am stupid, and I can't be poor!"

"Woohoo, longevity can be expected, there is no way, the time is not good, what can I do!"

"Sad! I can't do it! It's a pity!

"Empty sigh~~~~"

(To be continued)