"It's ......"

At first sight, a look of disbelief suddenly appeared on Zhang Fan's face, and a red light suddenly came, dyeing all over his body.

Just when he saw the hidden thing in the blinding method for the first time, a black cry resounded throughout the medicine field.

Involuntarily, the three-legged golden wufa appeared behind him, and the huge figure shrouded it, except for the red light that never disappeared in the circle, everything else suddenly dimmed.

This black cry is different from usual, there is a kind of charm, a kind of spiritual surname, as if the Ancient Demon Emperor has really come to life, and is venting the joy of rebirth, endless longing.

At the same time, the tremor in his waist trembled violently, and the magnitude and violentness were far greater than when Bi Ling appeared before.

Looking blankly at the spiritual grass in front of him that had stirred up all the drastic changes, Zhang Fan wiped it almost unconsciously on his waist, and a black shadow appeared, whistling out, hovering above the large area of fiery red, chirping, obviously with infinite desire, but he didn't dare to go down, and finally shrunk countless times, and fell on Zhang Fan's shoulder aggrievedly, pecking his hair lightly, as if pleading and coquettish.

This time, Zhang Fan also woke up, as if he had just woken up from a dream, and muttered:

"How could it be ......"

"Fu ~ mulberry ~ tree ~ branch!"

One word at a time, just four words, as if infinitely heavy, it took a long time to spit out completely from his mouth.

"Yugu Fuso, ten baths. ”

"It is said that it comes out of Fusang, and rises from its treetops, shining in all directions. ”

"There are layers up and down, nine down and up, which is where ten live!"

In the legend, there is a Fusang tree in the East China Sea, ten three-legged golden crows perched on it, rotate on duty, fly out from the Fusang tree every time, incarnate the sun, shine on the earth, fall back to the tree, it is the arrival of the night, the jade rabbit is clear.

In the end, there will be a day, ten days will be in the sky, the rivers will dry up, the lakes will see the bottom, the earth will crack, the sea will regress, and everything in the world will be ruined.

The great god Hou Yi, leaning on the sword outside the sky, hanging a bow and Fusang, shooting arrows for nine days, saving the common people.

Whether the legend is a legend, whether Hou Yi really shot down Jiuyue, no one knows, but the Fusang tree is closely related to the three-legged golden crow, just like the Luan Feng is to the sycamore Aoki, but there is no doubt.

The complete Fusang Sacred Tree is the spiritual root of heaven and earth, and the ginseng fruit tree, Yaochi peach and so on, according to the records of the ancestors, its birth on the sun star, the tree is 2,000 zhang long, and the size is more than 2,000 around. The tree grows in pairs with the same root, and it is more dependent on each other, and it is named Fusang.

The one in front of him is naturally not, but if it has nothing to do with it, Zhang Fan can gouge out his eyeballs.

On the ground less than a zhang in front of us, there was an extremely small spirit grass, if it weren't for the red light that soared into the sky, people couldn't ignore it, and they might really ignore the past.

It is only the length of the palm, slender as ordinary human fingers, crystal bright, as if carved from red crystal, looking at it, you can even see a clear vein spreading in its body, in the vein, the aura that is as rich as a crystal, flowing to the top.

At the top of this small branch, a small leaf the size of a thumb waives in the wind, and every vein on it is so clear that it seems carved with a carving knife.

At the moment of seeing this branch, before recognizing its roots, Zhang Fan's three-legged golden crow phase, the alien fire crow, and the ink spirit with the blood of the golden crow all underwent a mutation, which indirectly explained its identity.

If that's all, Zhang Fan still doesn't dare to be sure, after all, how could a legendary treasure like the Fusang tree appear in front of him so easily?

But what happened next put everything on hold.

The three-legged golden crow let out a long cry, and the vibration was not only Zhang Fan, but also the Fusang branch itself!

"Boom~"

The brilliant golden flame, with infinite vitality in the destruction and violence, was the flame he was too familiar with to be - the golden flame of the sun.

In the heavens and on the ground, there is only one spiritual creature that can burst out of the golden flame of the sun, and there is no other —— Fusang wood!

Not only that, but when the golden flame of the sun spread all over the small branches, golden points of light surfaced, and above the branches of the Fuso tree, they intertwined with the golden-red aura, and finally merged into a vague phantus.

As if guarding something, as soon as the phantom appeared, its three legs stood in the air, its wings fluttering, and the brilliant gold suddenly became the only color between heaven and earth.

After all, it is the manifestation of the aura, and finally it is the echo of the Fusang branch to the breath of the golden crow, this breath is similar to the phantom of Zhang Fan's law, but it exists for a moment, and then dissipates in the air, only the terrifying heat wave that is like the sun has been exposed for many years, and it is still scattered in the medicine field.

"The Fusang branch is actually the Fusang branch! I really didn't expect that Shutong didn't know where the mouse got it from!"

Xu did not have the accumulation of his previous life like Zhang Fan, and the ascetic people saw the Fusang branches, although they were also excited, but they sobered up earlier and sighed.

"Ku Lao, do you know Fusang Mu?"

Zhang Fan couldn't help but wonder.

"Why don't you know? Are you an old man who is lonely and unheard?"

The bitter Taoist said angrily: "Fusang wood, the strongest fire of heaven and earth is the spiritual root, the treasure of fire, the beginning of the great saying!"

"If you don't even know this, won't the old man go back more and more?"

"Aren't you going back now?"

Zhang Fan sneered, feeling strange in his heart, the ascetic people can know the Fusang Wood, know that it is the strongest fire spirit root of heaven and earth, but they don't know that the three-legged golden crow that once dominated the heaven and earth, it is really strange!

This doubt has been haunting him for many years, but he is not in a hurry to answer it, and he quickly puts it behind him, and continues to look at the palm-sized, inconspicuous Fusang branch in front of him with satisfaction.

After a while, he said leisurely: "Ku Lao, who did you say before that is the treasure hunting mouse?"

"Hahahaha~~"

"Needless to say, it must be Uncle Tong'er, he must have been a treasure hunting rat in his last life. ”

The bitter man laughed, and instantly threw his previous comments about the toothless old monster out of the clouds, and praised Shutong's ability to hunt for treasures.

Zhang Fan nodded thoughtfully, and then stretched out his hand to appease Mo Ling, who was becoming more and more restless, if it weren't for the fear of the Sun Golden Flame, he would have pounced on it a long time ago.

As for Bi Ling, the wild monkey, when the branches of the Fusang tree showed a sky-high red light, he had already hid a hundred feet away, and the cat trembled behind a strange rock, and there was no longer the appearance of scratching his ears and cheeks before, eager to break the ban.

"Boy, your luck is really good, now that I see this Fusang tree, old man, I finally know what spiritual object is most suitable as your primordial spirit!"

"Yuan Shen Yiyi?"

Zhang Fan suddenly looked back and said, this word, he has heard the bitter Taoist say it countless times, and at this time, he seems to have the meaning of detailing.

"It's the primordial god!"

"The so-called Yuan Shen dependence, that is, after the transformation of the gods, the Yuan Shen out of the body, attached to the spiritual objects of the day, with the mind to sacrifice them, into the body of the spiritual object, so that you can burst out of the full power of the Yuan Shen, and can borrow the magic power of the spiritual object itself, which is the real combat method in the period of the transformation of the gods!"

"Boy, you are the twin spiritual roots of wood and fire, and the wood of the fire of the Fusang wood, the fire on the wood, is a perfect match, it is very suitable, if you take the Fusang wood as the original god, and the invincible hand in the vertical and horizontal world, it is not delusional!"

Speaking of which, even if it is a bitter person, it is a bit leisurely and fascinating.

"An invincible opponent in the Vertical and Horizontal Realm?!"

What kind of wonderful is that, Zhang Fan couldn't help but be stupid, Shaoqing came back to his senses, and asked in surprise: "Ku Lao, do you mean to say that this Fusang wood can be used as a primordial god?"

"Think beautifully!"

I didn't want to think about it, and the bitter Taoist poured down a basin of cold water.

"This Fusang branch, at best, is just a fork of the lower branch of the Fusang tree, and it is not a real heaven and earth spiritual thing, relying on him, do you want to be at the bottom of the gods?"

In the voice of the bitter Taoist who hates iron and steel, Zhang Fan shook his head again and again, joking, he worked hard to cultivate to the stage of transformation and be a bottom character, with his pride, how can he stand it?

"What do you mean?"

"Then you still need to ask, do your best, in the next thousand years, find a real Fusang wood branch essence, thus, the three worlds of the world, still not let you gallop?!"

In the language of the asceticians, Zhang Fan was silent, is it so easy to obtain the branches of the Fusang tree?

Fusang wood, there are nine from the top to the bottom, ten said to be the habitat, the lower nine branches, is the so-called lower branch, the top branch of the Fusang tree, is the upper branch, the essence of the essence.

"Is it possible to get this thing?"

Zhang Fan was deeply skeptical about this!

In any case, this task in the next thousand years has nothing to do with the present, and the innate deficiencies have always made him based on the present, a little certain, and then put this matter aside, staring at the Fusang branch in front of him and said: "Ku Lao, then you say that Uncle Tong poured out his strength for thousands of years to plant this small section of Fusang branches?"

The Fuso tree, which is almost unique, naturally cannot be cultivated from a small subsidiary branch, and he must have done so for another purpose.

"I guess it's just to force out that leaf, right?"

The ascetic man was not so sure.

On the branch of the Fuso tree, the small leaf is no more than the size of a thumb, and it looks extremely thin, as if it is malnourished, but the aura contained in it is frighteningly full, as if it is condensed from the essence of the sun.

Now that I think about it, I am afraid that after Shutong got this small branch of the attached tree, he found a little bud on it, as if there was a leaf to be generated, and it must be unbearable to waste it, so he planted it and gave birth to it with the immeasurable spiritual power of the wood, which was to force out this Fusang leaf!

After that, I don't know what happened, he disappeared, and this thing was vacant for thousands of years, and finally it was cheaper than Zhang Fan.

Now, after the initial shock, Zhang Fan's mind came to his senses again, looked at the Fusang leaf, and then at Mo Ling, who was fidgeting on his shoulder, almost pecking off the feathers one by one.

In my heart, suddenly there was a movement!

(To be continued)