"Great Zhou Tian Formation!"

In the past, Zhang Fan used thirty-six stars to condense into a small Zhou Tian formation, but now he looked at the more than two thousand star cores in front of him, and under the bypass, the idea of a big Zhou Tian formation uncontrollably emerged from his heart.

"It's just over a thousand!"

As long as he could gather a total of three thousand six hundred and fifty Star Gold, even if it was like more than two thousand on the periphery, he would be able to use it to arrange the Great Zhou Tian Formation, so as to maximize the power of the Zhou Tian Star Great Array.

Just thinking about it, Zhang Fan couldn't help but get excited in his heart.

It's a pity that there is no next sinkhole for him to scavenge, such a bumper harvest is impossible after all, and he needs to think of another way, if it weren't for this reason, where would he still be able to sit still, it would have started non-stop a long time ago.

The allure of the Great Zhou Tian Formation to him was not ordinarily great.

At this time, in Zifu Prefecture, whether it is the Purple Cloth of the Zhuxian Sword Envoy, or the Yunhua of the Cloud Realm, the red-haired ancestor who doesn't know the details, the thousand-eyed old demon, and even the hidden Eternal Night and Lei Ze, except for the Xinglan Fairy next to him, none of them are simple characters.

Under the eyes of this group of strong men, how easy is it to obtain the bronze tripod? Not to mention what behemoths are standing behind these people, it is not known.

If the Great Zhou Tian Formation can be perfected before that, it will undoubtedly have an extra killer feature, and the grasp will be a little bigger.

Thinking about this, Zhang Fan's mind retreated from Qiankun's sleeve.

"Are you okay?"

As soon as he opened his eyes, a shriveled and thin little old man with a goatee appeared in front of him, and a chrysanthemum flower appeared on his face.

"I haven't thanked the elders for their generosity~"

"No thanks, no thanks~"

Xing Pihu just said a few polite words, and then he heard Zhang Fan with a smile on his face, and said leisurely: "There are still ......"

"No, there is really no second one, please forgive me, there is really only such a stock in the clan. ”

Xing Pihu said with a bitter face.

He had seen before that Zhang Fan attached great importance to these things, and if he could take them out, he wouldn't have taken them out earlier, the conscience of heaven and earth, there was really only such a "garbage dump" in the valley.

What he is afraid of is that Zhang Fan eats the marrow and knows the taste, then he will be miserable, it is difficult for a good woman to cook without rice, and she must be unable to help, so it will be difficult to say the next words.

Therefore, as soon as Zhang Fan spoke, he subconsciously answered, and he could even understand it.

Zhang Fanwan smiled, and said in his heart that the looting just now was afraid that the old man would be frightened, and then smiled gently: "Old man, I am looking for a place." ”

"Where is it?"

Xing Pihu's old face turned red, only to realize that he had made a mistake, and hurriedly prepared to make up for it.

With Zhang Fan's description of the pedestal where the Xinglan Fairy placed the Forbidden Monument of the Purple Mansion, the shame on Xing Pihu's face gradually dissipated, showing a bit of strangeness.

According to what Fairy Xinglan said, except for the central Zifu Divine Monument, the pedestal appearance of all the Purple Mansion Forbidden Monuments should be similar, and the Xingzhou one is naturally no exception, so Zhang Fan also described it the same, and then found that Xing Pihu's expression was wrong, and then looked at Xingfeng, it was also similar.

Now, even his own expression looks a little weird.

Without him, this expression has appeared once before, and now it is coming again......

"Could it be that there is something wrong with that pedestal?"

Zhang Fan couldn't figure it out, anyway, it can't be another "garbage dump", right?

But this is also good news, if even these local snakes, the local natives who have bred in Xingzhou for tens of thousands of years, don't know where they are, then it's really hard to find.

"Old man, is the pedestal far from here?"

After thinking about it, he still asked.

"Not far away~"

"It's here. ”

Xing Pihu said in a sullen voice, with a depressed look on his face, and led the way first.

With the experience of this experience, he naturally knew that the pedestal was not a simple thing, and then thinking about the use of it by the clansmen for countless years, the old man unconsciously had a little headache.

No matter how headache he has, he has to lead the way, and it is really as he said, just pull his legs, but after a while, a rather desolate place appeared in front of Zhang Fan and others.

Still not far behind the valley, under a cliff, everyone stopped.

On the cliffs, countless potholes are densely packed and dotted, almost innumerable.

These pits are not very large, and the largest is only the size of the upper body of an ordinary person, most of them are the size of a wine jar.

In the gaps between these potholes, there are also small shallow pits that look like they are for people to climb and fall on.

When Zhang Fan and the others arrived, a family was leaving crying, and Xingfeng didn't forget to step forward and comfort him softly.

Obviously, this cliff is obviously the last resting place of those who died in battle, and judging from the size of those pits, it should be cremated and ashes entered.

The warriors who died on the battlefield are naturally worthy of respect and worthy of being sacrificed with incense by future generations, but at this time, thinking of the purpose of their coming here, Zhang Fan's heart was sullen for a while, why was everything he wanted abandoned in the eyes of these people?

Xing Pihu's heart is more stuffy and blocked than him, he only feels that the favor is obviously sold, but it can't be sold because of this reason that makes people cry and laugh, is there anything more depressing in the world?

Subconsciously, his gaze kept glancing at the dark place in front of the cliff.

There, the ground was black, like scorched earth, and there was a stone platform in the center, which was the same pitch black, just like the stove of an ordinary house, and the firewood had been smoked and dyed for many years.

The problem is that what is burned on it cannot be firewood, it can only be ......

Zhang Fan looked at the pedestal of the Forbidden Monument of the Purple Mansion that he had been looking for for a while with a strange face, and he thought that this thing might have sunk to the bottom of the water in the vicissitudes of the sea and hidden in the yellow sand...... All kinds of possibilities, I didn't expect that it would be used as a columbarium!

That's right, it's the columbarium!

Obviously, this stone platform on the front cliff was used by the descendants of these galaxies, because of its location and shape, it became a place for them to pile up firewood, burn corpses, and finally collect ashes.

At this time, not long after one person was cremated, there was even residual warmth on the stone platform~

I don't know how many years have passed, and the entire stone platform has long been smoked black, where is there a little bit of the golden appearance of the pedestal of the Xinglan Fairy.

"Is this it?"

Xing Pihu cautiously leaned up and asked.

Zhang Fan nodded indifferently and said, "Thank you, Elder." ”

At the same time, I thought to myself, this result is not the worst, if these people like sky burial, then it should be scavenging birds circling on it, or look at this good table, it is a trouble to stack urns and so on.

Now it's for the best.

With a sigh, Zhang Fan's sleeves waved, and the wind roared like a knife.

First, on the ground near the stone platform, where the wind passed, layers of black soil were turned up and blown away, reaching a depth of several feet, and purple light suddenly bloomed from it.

Little by little, large swaths, from slow to fast, from points to surfaces, and then the earth and stones on the ground were exhausted, revealing the amethyst paved floor, as well as the various ornaments depicted on it, mysterious and beautiful, never covered by dust, the passage of time, and lost the slightest luster.

"Ah~"

Not far away, Xingfeng covered his mouth, not daring to imagine that under the platform they used as a celestial burial, it was so luxuriously arranged.

Not to mention her, even Xing Pihu, who is much older than him, has never seen the true face of this stone platform, since he can remember, this thing has been a columbarium, a crematorium.

"Hell yes~"

He slammed his fist on the palm of his hand, wanting to cry without tears, how could he do this kind of thing today.

As the wind converged, it swept and whistled on the stone platform, and the layers of pitch-black skin were constantly blown and removed, revealing the appearance of the purple cornerstone.

It is a stone platform made of pure purple stones, and each piece of purple stone is carved with exquisite reliefs, recording the glory of each scene, and rendering the weight and vicissitudes of history.

From beginning to end, it was only a moment's work, and at this time, it seemed that this stone platform, this crystal floor, had nothing to do with the crematorium and that kind of thing.

Xing Pihu and Xing Feng's faces were blushing, and they didn't have the face to see people~

Zhang Fan's mind was no longer on their bodies, a purple light flashed on his hand, and the Purple Mansion Forbidden Monument floated.

Suddenly, the purple light was magnificent, as if sensing that the pedestal was in front of him, and the Purple Mansion Forbidden Monument seemed to come to life, and the spirit flew towards the stone pedestal.

This time, Zhang Fan didn't stop it.

Excited as a child, dignified as a mountain, at this moment, the Purple Mansion Forbidden Monument showed two diametrically opposed temperaments.

Spinning, growing in the wind, when the Purple Mansion Forbidden Monument flew from Zhang Fan's hand to the sky above the stone platform, it had already magnified countless times, and it crashed down.

"Boom~"

The whole stone platform, the whole earth, trembled with it.

Purple light stained a large area of the sky.

"Click~~"

As the tremor continued, the sound of cracking came from the cliff, Zhang Fan frowned, and with a wave of his sleeves, he protected the ashes of the cliff and the countless warriors parked on it.

The shaking lasted for a while, and after everything fell silent, Zhang Fan strolled up, climbed the stone platform, and stood in front of the Forbidden Monument of the Purple Mansion.

Standing side by side with him is naturally the Xinglan Fairy.

At this time, on the Forbidden Monument of the Purple Mansion, the four-point starlight was like a naughty little girl, blinking her eyes flutteringly.

Zhang Fan's own, the Xinglan Fairy, and the other two are mostly Yongye and Lei Ze Dao.

Just when he wanted to be like the Xinglan Fairy more than a month ago, he was recognized by Zifu Prefecture, and a strange scene suddenly appeared in front of the two of them.

At the same time, there was almost no difference in order, and the four stars that had been dimming all lit up together.

In an instant, eight stars, eight points of starlight, twinkled on the monument.

"What's going on?"

(To be continued)