Xu Chengxi left in a state of color, and on Dongyang Peak, only Zhang Fan was left.

At this time, it was noon, and the dazzling light shone on the desktop in front of Zhang Fan, rendering a brilliant golden yellow.

On the tabletop, the golden black feather returned by Xu Hui was shining, reflecting a dazzling brilliance under the light, as if shining on a mirror, or in a clear stream.

After all, he is not Zhang Fan's disciple, so he is naturally not qualified to hold this treasure.

It was given before, but it was only to facilitate his actions in the Valley of No Return, and to communicate with the Fire Raven Queen.

Now that the task is over, there is no need for Zhang Fan to say more, Xu Cheng consciously handed it back.

This thing did not distract Zhang Fan at all, but he wiped his sleeves and put it away, and then solemnly opened the purple gold Qiankun bag and poured out the contents on the table.

The things in the bag, as soon as they saw the sky, in a moment, thousands of rays of light, straight to the sky, at that moment, like the noon glory, are covered up.

"Sigh~"

Zhang Fan gasped, and a hint of eagerness appeared in his eyes.

Although he had already known what was inside after being investigated by his divine sense, it was not as shocking as when he saw it in person.

"Row~"

The sound of cracking silk came from the air, followed by the sound of a whistling sound breaking through the air, as if something was passing through the air at great speed, cutting through the air.

In an instant, a shadow shrouded him, and Zhang Fan's surroundings were all isolated from each other, from day to night, only the golden light on the table was still dazzling.

"Quack~Ah~Woo~"

Extremely excited, the extremely excited black cry came from the air, and then the "fluttering" sound sounded, and a dark golden light and shadow rushed to the table.

- Mo Ling!

The one who fell from the sky was undoubtedly Mo Ling.

Over the years, Zhang Fan has rarely bound the ink spirit in the spirit beast bag, and mostly released it, letting it soar freely in the mountain gate of Faxiangzong, and from time to time he went out of the mountain gate, and spread joy near the Lianyun Mountain Range, and he never controlled it.

Anyway, everyone knows that this terrifying demon bird is the spirit beast of Donghua Zhenren, who dares to rudely attack its idea?

Not only did he not dare, but there were often people who fed him with all kinds of spirit grasses, and they all had the intention of getting the favor of this spirit bird, so as to get Zhang Fan's intention.

As a result, after so many years, Mo Ling has eaten countless snacks outside, but no one has succeeded, which is quite discouraging.

Countless spirit grasses are eaten as snacks, and there are elixirs as desserts from time to time, and Mo Ling's own physical strength has reached the seventh-order realm, which is roughly similar to the seventh-order cold cocktail in the past, and has also fallen into the same predicament as it, and it is one foot short of the door, and it cannot be transformed.

At this time, Mo Ling shrunk into a pocket-sized and delicate body, like an ordinary little fire crow, bouncing on the table, looking at this, looking at that, but he hesitated, didn't dare to touch it, and finally "whoosh", ran to Zhang Fan's shoulder, and pulled his hair to sprinkle coquettishness.

Seeing Mo Ling's reaction, Zhang Fan's eyes lit up, and he was even more sure of the thoughts in his heart.

Seeing that he was chatting with Xu Cheng before, Mo Ling didn't know where to go to spread Huan'er, but as soon as the things in the purple gold Qiankun bag were revealed, it instantly shot back, if he didn't notice anything, then it was called a ghost.

Stretching out his hand to stroke the feathers that shone with a dark golden light in the pitch black, and comforting Mo Ling, who was obviously showing an anxious look, Zhang Fan moved his gaze back to the table.

There, really, it's just two things.

The most eye-catching thing is undoubtedly the source of light that can compete with the sun in the sky.

Like Zhang Fan, Mo Ling also set his eyes on the table, in addition to the eager surprise in his eyes, there was still a little doubt, and from time to time he cocked his tail and poked out the three golden feathers, which was quite a comparison with those on the table.

On the table, there are seven brilliant golden feathers, although they are placed in a slightly messy manner, but they can't hide their peerless elegance, just like a peerless sword, even if they are hidden in the sheath, they can't hide the endless edge.

After comparing for a long time, Mo Ling lowered his head in a dejected manner, obviously finding that his proud feathers were not as good as the seven on the table.

At this time, Zhang Fan couldn't take care of its careful thoughts.

"Golden Crow Feather!"

"This is worthy of the name of Golden Crow Feather!"

Zhang Fan's heart was stirring, and he wanted to shout.

The gaze of the Sect Master of the Instrument Dao and the inheritor of the Golden Wufa Phase was naturally not comparable to Mo Ling's judgment alone.

The first time he saw these seven feathers, he knew that this was a golden black feather that was several times more powerful than Mo Ling's three tail feathers.

Zhang Fan's unlimited supply over the years, careful cultivation, and Mo Ling's strength have long surpassed the Fire Raven Queen who used to make him look up to the mountains.

It can be said that it has long been better than blue.

In other words, these seven feathers could not have been taken off by the Fire Raven Queen.

Looking at the updated black nest, it is not difficult to know that the strength of the Fire Raven Queen is second to none among the Fire Raven Kings in the past dynasties, and she can't do it, let alone the rest.

The origin of these golden black feathers is very problematic!

Although it is not certain that this is the real Great Golden Crow falling off, no matter what you say, it is already a top-level heaven and earth treasure, which is enough for him to refine a treasure for the family.

"Doesn't that mean ......?"

Zhang Fan moved his gaze to another inconspicuous thing next to him, his heart suddenly moved, and his heart "thumped" with a sound, almost jumping out of his chest.

After so many years of self-cultivation and cultivation, it is rare to be so excited, Zhang Fan smiled self-deprecatingly, and then he cleaned up his mood, wiped his sleeves, and put away the seven golden black feathers that he had made up his mind to use to refine the magic weapon, and at the same time highlighted the other thing left on the table.

At the same time as the golden black feather disappeared, Mo Ling fluttered, almost jumping off his shoulder, naturally not for those feathers, but for a small thing that was not so obvious under its cover before.

At this time, there are only three blood-red balls the size of thumbs on the table, stagnant, dim, at first glance it seems to be blood-colored, and then it seems to have absorbed the light from all over the world, as deep and oily black as a black hole, as if there is infinite power brewing in it.

"Essence Blood!"

"Could this be the Golden Crow Essence Blood?"

These three blood-red balls should be essence blood.

Losing the cover of the golden black feather, the breath of the three essence blood emanated, causing Zhang Fan's back, a huge phantom loomed, if it weren't for Zhang Fan's cultivation to be high, the control of the law became more and more profound, I am afraid that it will be like when I was a teenager, I can't help but emerge.

There is no physical comparison, no classics can be queried, and the seven golden crow feathers are in general, Zhang Fan can't be sure of their origin, there is no doubt that even if it is not from the Great Golden Crow itself, it is not much different, it must be an extremely pure bloodline.

"Far better than Mo Ling!"

Whether it's Ling Yu or Jing Blood, it's the same.

Thinking of this, Zhang Fan's heart moved, and his eyes swept back and forth between Mo Ling and the three essence blood on the table, as if there was something difficult to decide.

"Quack~"

A black cry suddenly sounded.

When Zhang Fan was still groaning, his hand slipped, and Mo Ling actually slipped out of his hand and went straight to a piece of essence blood on the table.

After all, Mo Ling is a seventh-order cultivator, and he has no strict control, this kind of thing will happen, it is inevitable, and it can be seen how much this essence blood is attractive to Mo Ling, and he can't control his instinct.

At that moment, before Mo Ling could take the essence blood into his mouth, Zhang Fan's sleeves trembled, and he was about to stop it, but when he was about to make a move, he suddenly froze, and all kinds of thoughts flashed in his mind, and he finally relaxed.

At the moment when he took the essence blood in his mouth, Mo Ling seemed to break free from his instinctive impulse, looked back at Zhang Fan strangely, saw that he didn't stop it, screamed happily, and without hesitation, he directly swallowed one of the essence blood into his stomach.

What it didn't know was that at this time, Zhang Fan also secretly complained in his heart:

"Let's hope its instincts are correct, or it will be terrible if it bursts......"

He had already made up his mind to complete the Mo Ling, so the remaining two essence blood had not been put away, although it was of great use, but if the Mo Ling needed it, he would not mind making it.

After all, they have been getting along day and night for more than a hundred years, and the depth of their feelings is even higher than that of those apprentices.

Fortunately, I don't know if it was held up or controlled, after Mo Ling swallowed a piece of Golden Crow Essence Blood, he made a "boom" and flapped his wings and flew into the sky, without looking at the remaining two Essence Blood on the table.

"Huhu~~~~"

The sky was full of whistling sounds.

As soon as he soared for nine days, Mo Ling revealed a huge true body, flying back and forth in the air, tumbling, and gradually, his body blurred, a cloud of light, like the light of the rising red, enveloping his whole body.

"Is it?"

Zhang Fan stood up "openly", and the light in his eyes was great, and through the infinite mist, he directly cast it on Mo Ling's true body.

"Transfiguration?!"

"Hahaha~"

With a long laugh, Zhang Fan wiped his sleeves and gathered the remaining two essence bloods, but as for how he used him, he didn't have time to think about it.

At this time, he only had the major event of the transformation of the ink spirit in his heart, and there was nothing else.

But after a moment's effort, on Dongyang Peak, the sound of black cries resounded in the sky, but there was no trace of Mo Ling, only a round of red words, ups and downs, sprinkled with immeasurable brilliance.

"Boom~~"

The thunder on the dry land resounded, echoing throughout the mountain gate of the Faxiang Sect.

In an instant, the sky that was still clear from the sky suddenly covered the top with dark clouds, constantly squeezing and converging, revealing a purple intent with infinite destructive power.

"Tribulation!"

Countless exclamations came from all corners of the Dharma Xiangzong Mountain Gate, and countless disciples, whether in retreat or not, as long as there was no major event, they all came to the open space one by one, looking up at this rare celestial phenomenon.

"Transfiguration Tribulation!"

Zhang Fan slammed his fists and clenched his fists, knowing that after more than a hundred years of coming, Mo Ling had finally come to this step of transformation.

(To be continued)