"Green ~ Bronze ~ Ding ~"

"It turned out to be a bronze tripod !!"

Zhang Fan never thought that after nearly a hundred years, when he thought that there were only three bronze tripods, another bronze tripod showed traces at the most sudden moment.

"Boy, is it a bronze tripod?"

"Tell me quickly, I'm going to kill my old man. ”

In the Bodhi Garden, the ascetic people jumped up and down, scratching their ears and cheeks, but they matched his appearance at this time.

The curiosity of the ascetic people about the bronze tripod of luck and the great supernatural powers on it is not under Zhang Fan at all.

After so many years, he has long known that Zhang Fan's achievements are related to his own heart and surname, and to the help of his ascetics, but the most important thing is atmospheric luck and great magical powers.

Both of these are related to the bronze tripod, so how can he not be in a hurry.

"Yes!"

"That's it, the fourth bronze tripod!"

Zhang Fan's voice was calm and steady, without the slightest hesitation or speculation.

"Hahaha~Great~Great~"

The bitter people danced with their hands, as if they were happier than Zhang Fan himself.

Zhang Fan's gaze was always fixed on the purple spar in Lei Zedao's hand, reflecting the picture, as if he was concentrating, what no one knew was that he had already wandered outside the object, and there was only a glimpse of the previous scene in his mind.

......

On the vast sea, in the boundless waters, a large island that is not inferior to the territory of Kyushu, like the land beloved by heaven and earth, is the gathering of the aura of the four directions and the luck of the eight directions.

There are powerful demon beasts, flying in the sky, breaking through the mountains and breaking through the mountains, and the strong body passes through, and the mountains are also broken for it, and Daze is also filled in for it;

There are wonderful lands that are forever shrouded in the light of the stars;

There are hundreds of millions of living beings who worship sincerely and offer three sacrifices to the gods;

......

It all ends with the arrival of the day.

An incomparably huge mountain, suddenly, broke through the sky, as if it had broken through the space at once and came to this world.

There are waterfalls and springs on the mountain, there are green trees, there are green grasses, and birds and beasts inhabit......

In addition to being huge, this is like an ordinary good landscape, which is enough to support a family.

But for Zifu Prefecture, this high mountain is the mountain of end.

When the mountains fell, countless creatures were crushed into powder, the earth was cracked, the qi veins were cut off, and in an instant, the heavens and the earth were cracked, and the world was changed.

Not to mention the countless living beings, how many strong people, fell in this natural disaster, when this behemoth calmed down, a scene firmly attracted Zhang Fan's gaze, this long time has passed, and it has not been able to be peeled off.

A cloud of mist erupted from the high mountain, and at an infinite height, the void imaged, transforming into an appearance.

Above this dense mist, a golden palace stands majestically, with thousands of golden lights, shining all over Zifu Prefecture.

Above the Golden Palace, at the highest place, a simple and unpretentious bronze tripod that is incompatible with the splendid Golden Palace, as if suppressing something, is condensed to the extreme.

It was at this time that the bronze tripod jumped into Zhang Fan's eyes and firmly attracted his attention.

In fact, in the picture released by the purple spar, this scene is just a glimpse, and then the vitality of Zifu Prefecture was greatly damaged, and the luck was cut off, Kyushu and overseas powerhouses joined forces to attack, ransack and go, and pulled out nine Zifu forbidden monuments to ban them before leaving, which eventually led to the sinking of Lu in Zifu Prefecture.

Those earth-shattering battles were not placed in Zhang Fan's eyes at all, and the scene of the appearance of the bronze tripod was replayed thousands of times in his mind.

I don't know who made this purple spar, the picture is very clear, the breath seems to be right in front of you, watching this picture, there is not much difference from being there.

In the image displayed by the purple spar, on that high mountain, green trees and green grass, dew drops can be seen, flowing springs and waterfalls, looming rainbows, and the golden palace is majestic, with carved beams and paintings, and gold bricks are laid out, all of which are vivid and clear.

The only thing that is vague is the bronze tripod!

The words on the bronze tripod, what exactly is the fourth great supernatural power? It is blurred, and it is impossible to see any details at all.

However, that breath can't deceive people, Zhang Fan has three bronze tripods in his hands, how can he hide his perception, when he senses his breath for the first time, he no longer has any doubts in his heart.

The purple spar has never revealed what the fourth supernatural power is, this Zhang Fan is not strange, if there is no special place, how can it carry such an amazing supernatural power.

Unconsciously, Zhang Fan's fist shrunk in his sleeve was clenched, and the torrent in his chest was surging, and he couldn't hold it back.

Over the years, as his cultivation has deepened and his status has gradually increased, the momentum in his heart and his desire for strength have inevitably been much worse than before.

If he wants to step into the realm of transforming into a god, step into the road of immortality, and complete the dream he erected when he was a teenager, he needs to first step through the late stage of the Yuan Infant.

But how easy is that, in the late Yuan Infant period, it is an indestructible diaphragm, and everyone's way to break through is different, and each has its own fate.

The only thing in common may be the water mill kung fu.

Zhang Fan is not yet two hundred years old this year, the speed of entering the country is incomparable, the foundation is inevitably lacking, and it is becoming more and more difficult to break through to the late Yuan Infant period.

Thinking of the endless years of water milling, he inevitably felt a trace of tiredness and slackness in his heart.

Now all of this has collapsed without a trace in that frightening glance.

What is the fourth supernatural power?

If there is atmospheric luck coming, what kind of chance can it have?

For a while, Zhang Fan seemed to have returned to his youth, with infinite momentum and desire, and he couldn't wait to be in Zifu Prefecture now, even if he fought hard with the heroes of the world, he had to take it into his hands.

At that moment, Lei Ze Daoist was no different, after all, he and Zhang Fan had just met, and they didn't know anything about it, but Feng Jiuling was slightly moved, as if he had noticed something?

Xiruo smiled even more, how close she was to Zhang Fan, she noticed the difference at the first time.

A sense of vitality, an indomitable idea, in a trance, seems to have returned to the past, the young Zhang Fan, faintly coincided with the current appearance.

Unconsciously, the image in the purple spar came to an end, and finally froze at the scene where the powerhouses from all over the world swarmed, and the entire Zifu Prefecture was in flames.

"Alas~"

"This is said to be made by the ancestors of my lineage, although it has no practical significance, but it can be seen to some extent the appearance of Zifuzhou. ”

The Lei Ze Dao people seemed to cherish this, and carefully put away the purple spar.

"Brother Lei Ze, when are we leaving?"

As soon as Zhang Fan opened his mouth, he did not continue to ask about Zifu Prefecture, but directly asked about the time of departure.

"One year!"

Lei Ze Dao did not hesitate and gave the answer.

"Eternal Night Xiao [***] told me that within a year, he will definitely contact all the people who hold the Forbidden Monument of the Purple Mansion, come to Fenghai to find us, and go together. ”

Not everyone will be like the nine-headed old monster, the Heavenly Maiden Yaoji and others, who will trade the Purple Mansion Forbidden Monument with the Eternal Night, and there will be no less people like Zhang Fan, who want to go to Zifu Prefecture to explore.

If these people are not coordinated, Zifu Prefecture will not be able to reproduce the world, and there will be nothing to talk about.

To do this, it really takes an eternal night to dedicate your life to this.

"Okay, just one year!"

Zhang Fan is very satisfied with this time.

It did take him a year before he was really ready.

Strength, no matter what, in the end, you still have to speak with strength.

At that time, it will definitely be a group of heroes, and it is in the mysterious place of Zifu Prefecture, how easy it is to seize the bronze tripod, without strength, everything is empty.

This year's time is just for him to digest all the treasures obtained by Fenghai this time, the sacrificial refining, the refining of refining, and the refining of refining, thinking that after a year, Zhang Fan's strength will definitely be able to go to a higher level.

......

Ten days later, Feng Jiuling left the sea of wind, and Qinzhou raided the battle of the Ten Thousand Demon Ancestral Court, which was imminent, and he had to go.

Originally, he was about to go many days ago, but he was kept by Zhang Fan for a few more days.

Taking advantage of the time of the past few days, Zhang Fan re-refined the flower fan obtained from Yao Ji, and completely erased the consciousness of the Ninety-Nine Heavenly Demon Remnant Soul that was already about to dissipate, and handed it over to Xi Ruo's hands.

The flower fan was specially refined by him for his daughter, so as to fit the family name of Yoyo;

The Ninety-Nine Heavenly Demon Remnant Soul is the best way to keep up with Zhang Fan's pace if he makes great strides after that, and it can be said that Yao Ji did a good thing before she died.

Ten days later, everything was done, and Fang was escorted by Feng Jiuling to return to Qinzhou and go to the Faxiang Sect.

A year later, the trip to Zifu Prefecture was very dangerous, and it was impossible for Zhang Fan to take Xiruo with him and send him back to the Faxiang Sect, not only to ensure that he was absolutely fine, but also to take care of the old man, Youyou and others, why not?

It's a pity that if such a character doesn't follow the posture of a child, although Zhang Fan didn't explain it clearly to her, she can guess that it must be a big deal, it's not trivial, she is by her side, which is equivalent to an extra burden, doubling the danger.

So she made a trip silently, and only with a sad and worried look before leaving did her mood be somewhat revealed.

After sending Feng Jiuling and Xiruo away, Zhang Fan said hello to Lei Zedaoren and Nangong Wuhope, and entered a one-year retreat.

......

In a quiet room in the Storm Dragon Palace, Zhang Fan sat cross-legged, already three days old.

In the past three days, he seems to have settled down, and he is like a clay sculpture and wood carving, without saying a word, without moving.

In front of him, several treasures were lined up.

The Nine Dragons Seal, bright yellow brilliance, moist with coercion, suspended in the air, vaguely, you can smell the chant of the dragon;

Nine primeval wind dragons, wrapped in a light blue wheal, varying in size and undulating in front;

The congenital one earth primordial fetus, the earth birthworth, the two ancient treasures, as if fused into one, like a baby wrapped in swaddling clothes, falling into a deep sleep, quietly floating.

......

These treasures are what he needs to refine and sacrifice in this year, and they are also the capital to compete for the bronze tripod a year later.

Suddenly, Zhang Fan, who had been quiet for three days, suddenly opened his eyes, his divine light was shining, and in a trance, there seemed to be countless processes of refining magic weapons, which were combined and flashed in his eyes, and finally fell silent.

- Begin!

(To be continued)