Staring at the scroll in his hand, Zhang Fan was first surprised, and then suddenly, a smile slowly emerged.

On the picture scroll, a middle-aged man with a crown and a broad belt stood quietly in the air, and the background behind him was the magnificent pillar of fire and the towering giant city.

The man looked back gloomily, his expression was full of strong reluctance, as if the wanderer had left his hometown, knowing that he could never return, and like a mortal official, when he was degraded out of Beijing, he looked back at the expression of the palace.

This is clearly a picture of him being forced out of Inner Earth.

With a few strokes, it makes the kind of gloomy ** person, but the expression of farewell is outlined, such a painting work, it can be said that it is quite good.

Judging from the bone flute he left behind, this person must also be proficient in musical instruments, and is a scribe-type immortal cultivator who is proficient in qin, chess, calligraphy and painting.

But it is such a character, a painting that entrusts infinite sorrow, but no matter how Zhang Fan looks at it, he feels that there is a kind of unnaturalness in it.

Realism, too realistic!

In many cases of an ink painting like this, being too realistic is not necessarily a good thing, but rather does not reflect the artistic conception in it.

With Uncle Wuji's level, how could he make such a mistake?

Looking at the scroll, everything has a clear and definite sense of distance, and the layout of the position is clear and clear, as if it is not a picture scroll, but like an architectural drawing.

Before seeing the real thing, Zhang Fan was just secretly suspicious, and he didn't have too many ideas, but now it is different.

Comparing the scene in front of him, comparing the content on the scroll, and by its clear realism, it is easy to determine the position of Shu Wuji in the picture.

On the picture, at the feet of Shu Wuji in mid-air, there is a cave in the shape, surrounded by medicinal fields and flower beds, a scene of a blessed land of immortals.

And when Zhang Fan looked at the location he judged, what he saw was not the same.

There, there was only a lonely hill, and a few ordinary villages around it were desolate, remote and barren, and there was really nothing special about it.

After repeatedly comparing the picture scroll with the real situation, and confirming that there was no mistake, the doubts in Zhang Fan's heart immediately had an answer.

"Map!"

"It's clearly a map. ”

Shu Wuji's special painting method, as well as the completely different scenes of that place, are all silently telling this answer.

Wan'er is only fourteen or fifteen years old now, and she barely enters the range of girls, so she can deduce the time when Shu Wuji leaves, at best, it will be more than ten years.

More than ten years is not enough time for such vicissitudes to occur.

The answer can only be that there is another mystery there.

Judging from the habits of their ancestor Uncle Tong's ground mouse, this also makes sense.

"Brother, what's wrong?"

Zhang Fan suddenly realized, and when he was groaning secretly, he suddenly felt his sleeves shake, and then a timid and delicate voice came into his ears.

Wan'er's voice is still so sweet, and Huang Ying's singing is inferior to her.

"Nothing!"

Zhang Fan clenched her little hand and said with a smile.

The magnificent scene in front of him shocked Zhang Fan, a well-informed person, not to mention Wan'er, who had never been out of the small world of Shutong Cave Mansion in his life.

The frightened and curious gaze, and the sweaty little hands, all revealed her nervous mood.

"With my brother here, it's fine. ”

Zhang Fan patted her on the shoulder and comforted her.

After speaking, he put away the picture scroll and secretly kept this matter in his heart, preparing to deal with it after learning about the situation in the Earth Center Cultivation Immortal Realm in the future.

I started to leave, and I couldn't help but look back at the creation prohibition behind me.

At this time, it looked from the outside, and it was a different time.

Different from the gorgeous light curtain inside, it looks like an ordinary stone wall from the outside, and the wall skin on it is peeling off, full of traces of time, blending into the surrounding environment, and it is integrated into the whole body, without the slightest difference.

Even if Zhang Fan probed carefully with his divine sense, he didn't find any clues.

"So powerful?"

Zhang Fan muttered to himself in disbelief.

The color, shape, and breath, and the echoes of the surroundings were all perfect, and if he hadn't just come out of there, someone else would have told him the truth, and he would have been suspicious when he saw this scene.

He raised his eyebrows, waved his sleeve, and suddenly the wind blew fiercely, flying sand and rocks, swept out, and hit it like a torrential rain.

There was a "crackling" sound, and there were many dents and cracks on the walls, which were no different from ordinary stone walls.

"Don't try. ”

The bitter Taoist waited almost jokingly until Zhang Fan finished the test before he spoke.

"The Great Array of Creation, relying on the underground spiritual veins, is very secret!"

"Unless the peak powerhouse in the late Yuan Infant period investigates inch by inch according to the direction of the spiritual vein, it is possible to discover the location of the Creation Prohibition from the outside. ”

"I see!"

Zhang Fan was stunned, and then his face showed joy, this arrangement technique of creating a forbidden was already flowing through his mind like a clear spring when he used the Great Five Elements Forbidden Breaking Technique to break it, leaving a deep impression.

If the digestion is completed and some preparations are made, he may not be able to arrange such a prohibition, which is another killer feature.

But this is a matter for the future, at least Fang Cai's actions prove that the teleportation array is hidden, and it is not afraid of others to find out, which is enough.

In fact, this teleportation array has only been circulated in the uncle's house for countless years, and it is known to outsiders, so you can know that it must be extraordinary, but that is just an inference, at this time, Zhang Fan finally felt relieved.

After all, after a hundred years, if you have to return to Qinzhou, if the back road is cut off, it will be a real tragedy.

After everything was finished, Zhang Fan looked at it from afar, no longer stayed, took Wan'er's little hand, and suddenly turned into a streamer and disappeared.

In the distance, whether it is the giant city or the eight small cities around, there are streamers coming and going, like meteor showers, never stopping.

If you talk about the density of monks, it is the only thing Zhang Fan has seen in his life, even in some prosperous markets, it is not possible to see so many immortal cultivators in and out at one time.

Seeing this, Zhang Fan just raised his eyebrows, but he didn't say much.

He would not be naïve enough to compare the number of immortal cultivators underground and on the surface with this, in fact, as soon as he saw that giant city, he knew that the way immortal cultivators in the underground world lived was very different from the surface.

On the surface, except for some mountain cities established by small families, there are no immortal cultivators living in the cities, even some helpless scattered cultivators, at most, they are only home from all over the world, or find a place to live in the fang market.

Most of the immortal cultivators are either in the sect or in the places where there are spiritual veins.

The underground world is different, just look at the scale and layout of this city, the immortal cultivators here must live in the city, otherwise, how can it be possible to spend so much effort for some mortals to survive?

As for why they did this, we will have to find out later.

The streamer flickered and disappeared.

Zhang Fan did not choose to enter the city like those streamers, the situation was not clear at this time, and he rashly entered the place where the immortal cultivators gathered, it was better to know a little about what accidents would happen.

With this thought, with a flicker, Zhang Fan took Wan'er's hand and appeared directly in a small village.

It is said to be a village, but looking at the surrounding layout, it looks more like a tribe that lives by hunting.

It was dusk underground, and all the inhabitants were in the village, either eating, chatting, or gathering in twos and threes.

Therefore, as soon as Zhang Fanfu appeared, he was immediately discovered by them.

"Ahh

There was an exclamation first, and then there was a "whoa", and everyone knelt on the ground and touched the ground with their foreheads, looking extremely respectful.

In the village, there was silence, and no one spoke.

"Huh?"

Zhang Fan frowned slightly, just now he even saw that a two- or three-year-old bare-ass child, without the urging of adults, directly knelt down obediently on the ground, not noisy or noisy, at most he peeked curiously.

Not only the little child, but also the adults around them, each secretly looked at Zhang Fan in what they thought was the most secret method.

"Strange!"

The attitude of these villagers surprised Zhang Fan.

This first contact allowed him to see a completely different situation from the surface of the earth.

The mortals on the surface of the earth, seeing the immortal cultivators, are nothing more than two reactions.

One is fear, trembling, eager to pull out their legs and run, like seeing jackals, tigers and leopards; the second is ecstasy, pounce on the teacher and want to apprentice, this is poisoned by folklore, but there are also many people with outstanding talents, so they embark on the path of immortals, and the mortal world often has fallen scholars to get immortal fate, and since then how how the legend has come, this is how it came.

The villagers in front of them are clearly different.

There is no fear and ecstasy in their eyes, there is only infinite awe, this is the reverence and admiration for the superiors, from the heart, if you really want to talk about it, it is about the same as mortals seeing their parents and officials, at most it is stronger to a certain extent.

As soon as Zhang Fan's mind turned, he roughly understood.

In this underground immortal cultivation world, immortal cultivators all live in the city, and after building such a huge city, it is obviously not peaceful nearby, and it can even be said that there are many crises, as for where the danger comes from, it is necessary to understand it to know.

At this time, he only knew that in this environment, mixed with immortal cultivators, it was not surprising that these mortals had such a special mentality.

This is the natural awe and respect for the owners of powerful forces and the patron saints who protect them, just like the ancient ancestors, who worshipped the Holy Emperor who led them to fight against the monsters and the cruel living environment.

After thinking about it, Zhang Fan didn't care, just comforted Wan'er who seemed a little frightened, and then stood quietly in place, looking at the environment in the village, while waiting for someone who could speak to appear.

This small village is just one of the countless villages on the periphery, and Zhang Fan just chooses it at random, and there is nothing special about it.

But in such an ordinary place, you can still get a lot of information.

On the periphery of the village, a fence-like fence was erected to protect the entire village.

Through the bonfires lit around the village, it is easy to see that the fence is not the imaginary genus of plants and trees, and there is no natural wilderness on the surface fence where the plants are full of life and crawling with red flowers and green grass.

This fence, either gray or white, occasionally emits a glow like a ghost fire, even if the village is full of bonfires, it still can't help but give people a sense of forest.

The horizontal and vertical things that make up the fence, of different thicknesses and sizes, are all the bones of some creatures.

"Bones as a fence?"

A hint of discoloration flashed in Zhang Fan's eyes, but he remembered the special beast bones that refined Feiyun Zhou, Shu Wuji's bone flute, and the white bone flags and various magic weapons that he could see on the disciples of the White Bone True Monarch...... What they all have in common is that they are made of special bones that are not found on the surface.

The bones that formed the fence in front of him naturally did not have the same strength that immortal cultivators used to refine magic weapons, but when the divine sense swept by, the traces of aura fluctuations could still be clearly felt on it.

In other words, these beast bones are all from the body of the demon beast.

"Huh!"

Zhang Fan couldn't help but be taken aback, he peeked at the leopard in the tube, an ordinary village is already like this, but what about other villages?

It is conceivable how many bones should there be?

How many demon beasts would it take to slaughter to make up such a terrifying number?

Seeing this, Zhang Fan somewhat understood why the ancient descendants of this place wanted to build such a huge city.

The demon beasts here must be quite rampant, otherwise, it is not enough to ensure the safety of mortals, no matter what, mortals are the foundation of the immortal cultivation world, if they all die in the mouth of the demon beasts, then this underground immortal cultivation world will be unsustainable.

Although this fence was terrifying, it couldn't shake Zhang Fan's mind, but after a little look, he immediately looked away and returned to the villagers who were kneeling on the ground.

After a little look at it before, I didn't care, but at this time, I found those beast bones, and when I looked at it again, it was much more careful.

This look, the fruit is rewarded!

These villagers, but men, women, and children, are all dressed in animal skins, none of which are common fabrics such as cotton and linen on the surface, and occasionally there are old men with canes, and the crutches in their hands are not old wood roots, but are made of animal bones, and even some knives that are obviously used to cut food and slaughter livestock are also bone knives.

Seeing this, Zhang Fan knew that most of their lives were actually based on hunting demon beasts.

The strange thing is that although these villagers look quite strong and powerful, none of them have traces of spiritual power on their bodies, so how do they hunt demon beasts?

Zhang Fan was just suspicious in his heart, and there was a sudden confusion among the villagers, but after a while, a trembling old man, accompanied by two strong men, hurried over.

"Senior Si Xin, meet the seniors. ”

"Little Si Yao, Si Yan, I've seen the master!"

The old man bowed deeply and made a junior salute, while the two strong men were different, like ordinary villagers, kneeling on the ground, and then kneeling forward, as if to kiss Zhang Fan's boots.

"It's ......"

(To be continued)