The cloud bed is high, and an old man in purple is holding a scroll in one hand and stroking his beard with the other, sitting cross-legged on it.

Below, dozens of immortal cultivators sat cross-legged, listening attentively, as if there was a natural sound, and they didn't dare to be distracted in the slightest.

The moment Zhang Fan pushed open the door, it was like a naughty boy throwing a stone into the academy, which immediately broke this ancient sermon diagram.

A wisp of fresh breeze slowly penetrated through the crack in the door, playing and wandering beside the dozens of listeners, bit by bit, until they realized it, but the breeze had been dyed with a gray color.

Silk, wisp, starting from the top of the head and ending at the abdomen, as if peeling off the cocoon, dozens of listeners turned into ashes little by little.

In an instant, the prosperity dissipated, the glory was gone, and only the old man who preached remained unmoved, as if he did not notice that the seat was empty.

Zhang Fan saw this scene, and the five people who followed him did not miss it, everyone was silent for a while, and a touch of desolation arose for no reason.

With a sigh, Zhang Fan stepped over the threshold, through the gradually opening portal, bypassed the piles of dust, and walked to the preacher's cloud bed.

Looking closer, the old man in purple who preached was also the owner of this cave, and his body was shriveled and thin, and he might only be able to reach Zhang Fan's shoulder when he stood up.

But standing in front of him, I can't help but ignore his figure, and I only feel that the body in front of me is so tall, I can't help but feel a sense of admiration.

This is mana, bearing, artistic conception, and mind...... It's possible, but I can't say why, I just take it for granted, as if it should be like this in front of such a character.

Everyone's eyes did not linger on the old man's remains, other more important things instantly attracted them.

Behind the purple-clothed old man, a huge bronze mirror hangs high, and the mirror is blazing red and dazzling, sandwiched with the pure yellow of copper, which looks like a wheel.

Even from a distance, Zhang Fan and the others could still feel that behind this bronze mirror, the immeasurable power of the fire spirit was constantly being extracted, and through a mysterious channel, it faintly converged into the ground and spread throughout the entire cave.

Needless to say, everyone knew in their hearts that this bronze mirror must be the center of the entire cave, a treasure that communicates the volcanic veins.

Cao Tao once said that the prohibition of the cave was connected to the volcanic veins and was unbreakable, but some time ago, the volcano erupted suddenly, and the fire yuan was vented, which weakened most of the prohibition of the cave, and he was able to enter.

The state of the bronze mirror in front of him now also confirms his words.

On the bronze mirror, at first glance, it looks round and one, so that the people in sight have the feeling of rising east, but when they come closer to take a look, they see that on the mirror, there are broken lines all over the surface, and a subtle fire licks out, as if the whole copper mirror will collapse if you add more force.

The emotion of regret buried everyone in an instant.

In this way, the exotic treasure that can communicate with the earth's vein volcano and last for more than tens of thousands of years, really speaking, I am afraid that it is only slightly worse than the ancient treasures that are fundamental to the sect's inheritance, and it will be destroyed like this.

These broken lines naturally can't be there a long time ago, and people with a discerning eye can see that there are these broken lines, and they won't be able to withstand the collapse at any time, and there is no reason to persist for tens of thousands of years.

In fact, if you think about it, it is not surprising that this is the case, the so-called communication of the volcanic veins is like an extra vent, and when the volcano erupts, this is equivalent to a second crater.

In the face of nature's heavenly might, a strange treasure has no master envoy, passively bears the impact of the immeasurable power of the fire source, and it is already a blessing for the sky to be broken in an instant.

In front of this bronze mirror, everyone couldn't help but hold their breath, for fear that the slightest movement would be like the last straw that broke the camel's back, causing it to collapse instantly.

In that case, what kind of changes will occur in the cave mansion is not something they can imagine.

Reluctantly, he took his gaze away from the bronze mirror and turned to the purple-clothed old man, where several things, like spider webs, firmly attached their gaze.

First, the book in the hands of the old man in purple is made of the skin of a demon beast, even after tens of thousands of years of wind and frost, it still looks like there is no trace of time, but there is a warm and jade-like luster.

In addition, there were two other things placed in front of the old man in purple.

They are a fist-sized fiery red ball, and a jade pendant with a unique shape that seems to be carved from Xuan Bing, on which the cold air is pressing, and two cold cockroaches are coiled.

As the old saying goes: "There is a perch on the top, and a pan on the bottom." Looking at the style of this jade pendant, there is no doubt that it is a pan pendant.

Books, fiery red balls, and cold mantises, these three things, just kept their posture unchanged for ten thousand years, quietly appearing in front of everyone, it was so within reach, but the six of them, although their faces couldn't help but show either obsession or greed, but no one moved.

None of these three treasures are ordinary.

Han Pei, in the midst of a fiery appearance of such a treasure with the surname of Han, it inevitably seems abrupt, and at a glance, you can see that it is not an ordinary product, and the eyes swept slightly, and a cold, brave and dangerous artistic conception surging out, it is not like a dead thing.

Judging from Zhang Fan's many years of refining, it has faintly escaped the category of refining, among which the lines of the ancient demon beast cold cockroach are full of spirit and flesh and blood spirit, and it doesn't feel like a sealing spirit, but it seems that the two cold cockroaches have been completely refined.

This kind of method is beyond his imagination, and he can't even give an accurate positioning, he only thinks that at least it is a top-notch spiritual treasure, which is better than Nangong's hopeless Vermilion Bird Ring.

The fiery red ball is not ordinary, at first glance, I thought it was a treasure similar to the Nine Flame Dragon Ball, but now I take a closer look, but I find that it is not.

The outer layer of this object is not a hard crystal or metal, but a soft film-like thing, which I believe will sink as long as you pinch it gently.

Inside this membrane is a flame like condensation.

Since entering this cave, there have been many flames, which could not attract their attention, but this flame is too special.

The flames themselves are divided into three distinct layers, neither blending nor resisting each other, each running according to a certain mysterious trajectory.

The outermost layer, fiery and violent, surging endlessly, is like magma, but also like a day, occasionally licking out the tongue of fire, it will dye the whole red ball.

In the middle layer, the flames were golden red, sometimes quiet and unmoving, sometimes suddenly angry, and the flames gushed out, instantly dissipating the fiery red on the periphery.

Some of these flames of rage fell back to a golden red color when they were exhausted, and some of them merged into the outer flames.

These fused golden-red flames are only a slight hint, and after they are fused and transformed, they can make the entire fiery red skyrocket like a tide.

The innermost layer is very different from the two layers of flames outside.

Although the flames outside have their own peculiarities, in general, they do not depart from people's imagination and understanding of flames. But the flame in the center of the red ball is very different.

-- Golden, dazzling, noble, bean flames, burning quietly in the very center.

Among the three layers of flames, it is the only one, and it does not intersect with the other two, and there is a huge piece of space on the periphery, as if it is alone, and it has a sense of inviolability although it is calm.

Seeing this red ball, a bright color flashed in Zhang Fan and Hong Yue's eyes at the same time, as if they were aware of it, the two glanced at each other, and then their eyes staggered, falling on the last thing, the book.

Their attention was on each other, and they didn't notice it, and when the two looked at each other, the disappointment in Cao Tao's eyes flashed.

The last thing, that is, the book held by the old man in purple, was worth more than the other two treasures for Zhang Fan and Hong Yue.

-- The great explanation is true.

More than four ancient characters are written on the cover of the book cover.

Today's immortal cultivation world, after all, was established in the ruins of ancient times, and the monks can more or less interpret the ancient characters, if not, how can they inherit the legacy of the ancient monks?

Seeing the biggest goal of this trip, the two of them were suddenly eager to try, but they forcibly held back.

At this time, the six of them stood in a fan shape, faintly containing each other, at this time, it was no better than when they were competing for the sun flower before, even Zhang Fan did not dare to act at will, and he would become the target of the public if he was not careful.

After a little groaning, Zhang Fan's gaze swept over everyone, especially on Shui Wuyue's body.

At this time, everyone has somewhat revealed some roots, only Shui Wuyue is alone, and he has never shown any special means, and he looks like an ordinary foundation building monk.

But is this possible? In any case, she is also the lord of an island, and she is a descendant of the ancient lineage, how can she be ordinary? Looking at the relationship between her and Cao Tao, it has always been incomprehensible, and no one knows what she will do until the last moment.

Even if it is Hongyue, Doll, Huo Li and others, what is revealed may not be the last resort, and the ten ** have secretly kept a hand, and when they really do it, they are not completely sure.

What everyone thought in their hearts was not much different, and they fell silent for a while, as if no one wanted to be the first bird.

After a while, Zhang Fan's expression moved slightly, and he was about to speak, but he suddenly paused, and suddenly turned around and faced the outside of the main hall.

Hongyue, Doll, and Shui Wuyue, almost at the same time, also made similar actions.

How tense the current situation is, everyone naturally does not dare to slack off, and their consciousness has been wide open, but before the moment, Xia said that the ice was condensed, and a strange aura suddenly appeared outside the hall without warning.

While everyone was on alert, their faces sank like water and they were silent, and the atmosphere was suddenly tense to the extreme.

How could it be easy to hide the divine consciousness of all of them? It was so well hidden before, but now that it has appeared, I am afraid that it has already reached the time to see the poor dagger, right?

Under the eyes of everyone, a trembling old woman, on crutches, slowly appeared outside the hall and entered everyone's sight!

"Ancestor!"

Seeing someone, an exclamation suddenly came from among the six people.

(To be continued)