"Can you wait a decade or two?"

"Haha, boy, looks like you really want to stay in this place. ”

The bitter people didn't feel strange about Zhang Fan's choice, but showed such an expression in the mirror.

"But ......"

Immediately afterwards, his words changed sharply and said, "Have you thought about how to deal with the affairs of those two siblings?"

"You're kind of involved now, how about it?

"Which one do you like?"

Zhang Fan smiled slightly, knowing that the bitter Taoist asked this, it was not the meaning of the test in it, after all, if he wanted to stay here and successfully master the way of the Mine Dan, then the skin of the elder of the outer sect of the Hehuan Sect still had to be attached.

In that case, you won't be able to get around them.

After a little hesitation, Zhang Fan shook his head and said, "I'm not optimistic about anyone!"

"What their siblings are doing now is meaningless things. ”

"The one who really decides who will be on the throne is their mother of the Hehuan Grandmaster. ”

She said that whoever she was, she was. ”

"Whether it is Xu Xinling colluding with the Xuanyin Sect, or Xu Fan intersecting with the disciples of the Huan Sect, it is all meaningless. ”

He saw this very thoroughly, standing in the position of the Hehuan Sect Master, whether it was colluding with outsiders or contacting subordinates, it was a big taboo, and these helpers might not be able to give them extra points, and might even affect their image in the eyes of the Hehuan Sect Master.

Especially Xu Xinling, if she really thought that the Xuanyin Sect could completely influence the choice of the sect master of the Hehuan Sect, it would be a big mistake.

Yes, the Xuanyin Sect has this strength, but after all, the Hehuan Sect is her affiliated sect, there is more than one such sect, and the Xuanyin Sect also needs to be reasonable, otherwise it will not be worth it if it makes everyone feel cold.

Therefore, when choosing a successor, the Hehuan Sect Master would consider the opinions of the Xuanyin Sect, but in the end, it was she herself who decided.

If the idea of the Hehuan Sect belongs to Xu Fan, Xu Xinling wants to take the position, unless he can say that the Xuanyin Sect will send a master to kill the Hehuan Sect Master and others, so that he can still get a crippled Hehuan Sect.

But is it possible?

For the Xuanyin Sect, there is only a subordinate sect, and whoever does it as the sect master does it, as long as he does not disobey her will and completes the basic tasks, then he will be left to his own devices.

This is the way to do things in the true immortal cultivation sect, and it is the same as the Faxiang Sect.

"Yes, you're finally not dizzy. ”

The bitter Taoist praised it, and then said, "Then who do you think the Hehuan Sect Master wants?"

"Little girl or that silly boy?"

Zhang Fan shook his head and said with a smile: "Ku Lao, are you digging a pit for the kid again?"

"Hehuan Sect Master's thoughts, how can the juniors know?"

After thinking about it, he said: "It depends on how strong her desire for power is." ”

"Oh?"

"Tell me about it. ”

The figure of the ascetic man turned in the mirror, and a hint of appreciation flashed in the dim old eyes.

"If she is content with the position of the Hehuan Sect Master and does not have the heart to make the sect bigger and stronger, then she should belong to Xu Xinling. ”

"On the contrary, Xu Fan, who has nothing to do with the Xuanyin Sect, is the best candidate. ”

"After all, to go further, the most basic thing is to get rid of the control of the Xuanyin Sect, in that case, Xu Xinling, who has too much to do with the other party, is not a good choice. ”

As for the behavior of the sect master of Hehuan who is now handing over the power of the sect to his children and retreating instead, neither Zhang Fan nor the bitter Taoist used this as the basis for judging his desire for power.

After all, the desire for power of immortal cultivators is very different from that of mortals.

First of all, this power is based on strength, if there is no strength, no matter how great the power is, it can be killed.

Secondly, no matter how much power there is, it is not possible to live forever, and it is the biggest regret after all, under the fear of death, any power is empty, and only eternal existence in heaven and earth is the ultimate dream of human beings.

Thinking that the emperor of the mortal world, no matter how powerful he is, when he feels the call of death, he still does not let go of everything, makes an inconceivable foolish form, throws away the previous shrewdness and strength, and only wants to live for a year or two more.

Such things are not uncommon.

However, in Zhang Fan's mind, this person should be a shrewd and capable woman with a strong desire for power, otherwise just relying on the Xuanyin Sect, he would not be able to bring the Hehuan Sect to this point.

In Hehuan City, there are many forces no less than those of the Hehuan Sect, but she can borrow her strength in every possible way and always maintain the name of the first force, how can she be lucky?

If she is just an ascetic and ignores foreign affairs, then it is uncertain whether the current Hehuan City is still called by this name.

The discussion about the Hehuan Sect Master ends here, I can't see her in person, understand her desire for power, and all judgments are just water and moon in the mirror, and there is no meaning.

"Not bad, not bad!"

"Boy, if you can think so thoroughly, you won't suffer the losses of others, as long as you cultivate, you will have your own world. ”

The ascetic said with satisfaction.

Zhang Fan smiled slightly, was silent for a while, and suddenly wiped his hand, and several things appeared in front of the cloud bed.

"Six months, that's enough!"

...... Netherworld white bone banners, heterogeneous white bones are scaffolds, yin qi is thick clouds, turning void into real banner cloth, and there are countless Yin Soul Demon Heads sealed inside.

The gloomy atmosphere is full, the ghosts cry and the wolf howls, and the boundless resentment is revealed through the flags, immersed in it, and the whole body is cold.

This cold is not the external coldness, but the inner throbbing form outside, which is the influence of resentment and hatred on the mind, directly affecting the soul, and the fear that keeps flooding from the root of the human heart.

This kind of horror is that the ghost monks do not want to stay in it for a long time, otherwise, over time, their minds will be invisibly eroded by the resentment of the ghosts.

But at this time, around the Netherworld White Bone Banner, there were three demon babies flying up and down, looking east and west, and the sound of the baby crying was full of excitement and unbearable feelings, just like ordinary children, seeing rare food.

For the demon baby, the yin and demon heads, which ordinary people avoid, are the best nutrients, that is, the extremely dense yin qi, and they are also good snacks.

Their cries became more and more urgent, and the three pairs of small hands kept scratching on the flags, if it weren't for the Netherworld White Bone Banner itself constantly exuding invisible fluctuations, and the natural restraint made the demon babies have some scruples, otherwise, I am afraid that they would have been desperate to devote themselves to it and feast on it.

Just as the three demon babies kept crying, and when they looked back, a red light suddenly shot out from behind them, and suddenly hit the Netherworld White Bone Banner.

This blow was not brute force, but the initiation of the seal.

At the same time as the red light covered the Netherworld White Bone Banner, mysterious symbols emerged, colliding with each other, merging, and finally a roar resounded.

On the cloth of the Netherworld White Bone Banner, it was as if a large hole had suddenly opened, and at first it was so thick and viscous that it was like a substance, and the yin qi rushed out like a liquid.

Followed by countless demon ghosts, like a ghost door opening, a hundred ghosts walking at night, for a time, in the huge stone room, it became a ghost domain.

"Wow Wow Wow~~"

The sound of the baby's cry shook the sky, but this time it was less urgent, only boundless excitement, the carnival of the feast!

...... "What a waste!"

This is the voice of the ascetic.

"No matter how wasteful it is, it's worth it, devouring these Yin Souls, the three demon babies will definitely be able to advance to the realm of the middle stage of foundation building. ”

"That's the biggest help!"

Zhang Fan's voice was still calm, and his tone was indifferent without the slightest regret.

In the dark clouds of the clouds, the ghostly white bone banner is still standing, at first glance, there seems to be no change, but as long as you look closely, it is not difficult to see, the original black as ink banner cloth, at this time has a blue gray color, almost as transparent.

This is exactly the consequence of Zhang Fan's previous blow, and it is also the origin of the feast in the mouths of the three demon babies.

The Netherworld White Bone Banner was not destroyed, but when Zhang Fan reversed the spell, he released all the accumulated Yin Qi and Yin Soul.

In this way, the function of the Netherworld Bone Banner itself was almost lost, and only the Origin Divine Power of restraining the Yin Soul remained.

Zhang Fan values this is exactly this.

As for the effects of the Imperial Envoy's Yin Soul Attack, he didn't pay attention to it, after all, he was not a monk with the Yin surname, and he didn't have any research on this kind of spell, and he couldn't exert much power, at most, it was just on par with the dwarf.

On the contrary, it is better to feed the demon baby and form a ready-made combat power.

The sleeves of his clothes flicked, the wind swept away, and the yin qi in the sky and the demon baby who was grabbing the Yin Demon Head and munching it in his mouth were all rolled up into a ball and sealed to the edge of the corner.

For a while, in the quiet room like a ghost domain, he regained his clarity.

In the face of Zhang Fan's actions, not only did they not resist at all, but they didn't even look at it, they just buried their heads in eating, and their small baby-like bodies swelled up visibly with the naked eye.

After Zhang Fan did this, he no longer paid attention to them, he still had more important things to deal with, the Netherworld White Bone Banner and the Demon Baby, it was just the first act.

...... Nine turns of the world, ancient and simple, standing quietly in the center of the quiet room, like an old man who has experienced vicissitudes, watching everything live and die with cold eyes.

Up and down the Ding's body, the obscure and mysterious wild breath lingers, this breath is intangible and substantial, but it is impossible to ignore, the divine sense has been slightly explored, and there is a sense of explosion, as if it has instantly returned to the world of all beings in the world, competing for a glimmer of life, it is the oldest magnificent and magnificent.

This supreme treasure of Dan Dao is the only ancient treasure in Zhang Fan's hands, although it still lacks a heart, but it is also a real priceless treasure, that is, the old man of the Yuan Infant will be desperate to snatch it.

This point, as long as you can see the bitter Taoists who are constantly dancing around Zhang Fan and chattering, you can know a thing or two.

Next to the Nine Turns of the Qiankun Ding, an elixir bag and a box of jasper bamboo leaves were quietly placed.

What was contained in the elixir bag was the spiritual grass purchased by Zhang Fan when he personally went to the sea of clouds in the sky, and Zhilan Tian found the spiritual grass purchased by Zhilan Tiannu Wanqing, they were all necessary for refining the spirit pill.

The jasper bamboo leaves in the brocade box are the necessary medicine for refining the pill, and the time of June is just in March, and the small return in March is just right, and it can be seen that with the help of the medicine, what kind of elixir can be achieved under the nine turns of the pill!

This June is equivalent to a kind of precipitation, which is a summary and refinement of the past alchemy before learning the way of mineral pills and the water Yundan method.

"Up!"

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Fan slapped his palm and suddenly drank loudly.

Suddenly, the earth fire was blazing, gushing out, Baoding opened the furnace, and threw Zhilan.

...... The time of June, long and short, immersed in a thing, did not feel the passage of time, fleeting, only to know that the pillar of fire through the sky, ups and downs, has been one hundred and eighty reincarnations.

In the inner world, there are endless, unknown underground water sources, and the infinite amount of water vapor is steaming, and it is entangled and condensed with the Yuan Magnetic Qi at the Heavenly Dome, so that there is an eternal Yuan Magnetic Rainy Season.

As the so-called continuous drizzle has an end, the hazy haze that lasted for June finally has the meaning of stopping.

In recent days, the drizzle, which was as soft as catkins, has been intermittent, often falling drop by drop, and then it takes a few moments to wait.

The people under the small barren mountain had no time to pay attention to this commonplace Yuan Magnetic Rain at this time, and all their minds and attention were attracted by the strange appearance of this small barren mountain.

A few months ago, no one could say exactly when, only that on an ordinary day, a faint and distant medicinal fragrance suddenly spread throughout the small barren mountain.

For the first few months, the fragrance of the medicine was unpleasant, sometimes inaudible, like the fragrance of grass, and sometimes it suddenly erupted, and if a hundred flowers bloomed, it tickled the hearts of those who were destined to smell it.

In the last three months, it changed abruptly, from vague to unignorant, as if it was endless, constantly developing in a purer and more intense direction.

This medicinal fragrance is also weird, no matter how rich it becomes in the end, it is only spread within the scope of the small barren mountain, as if it is limited by an invisible force, and it has not been leaked at all.

If it's just like this, at most the villagers will praise the master's supernatural powers, and that's it, after all, no matter how novel things are, it's okay to look at them occasionally, how can you get firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar tea, and hot kang heads for wives and children?

However, the fragrance of this medicine is very unusual, and when a patient smells it, he is refreshed on the spot, and he is gone, and I don't know who spread the rumor, saying that this is the teacher's compassion for the villagers, and hearing more can prolong life!

Who would like to miss such a good thing? It soon became a scene in this small barren mountain, and several people who thought they had a bit of identity, such as Si Xin's first-class village chief, kept the best position every day, smelled it, and were intoxicated, and often stayed for a whole day.

Unlike these mortal or immortal cultivators, it was like Zhang Fan's agent in the nearby village, after the medicinal incense appeared, he was first puzzled, then suddenly, and finally full of a sense of loss.

Still standing as resolute as a stone, but the feeling of loss can be distinguished even by the villagers who are intoxicated by the fragrance of medicine, but they don't dare to touch their moldy heads.

When Zhang Fan occupied the 180th day of this small barren mountain, a roar exploded and reverberated throughout the small barren mountain, and it also broke the luxury habits that the villagers had just cultivated.

Since then, the rich medicinal fragrance has gradually begun to fade.

- Dancheng!

(To be continued)