After settling down slightly, Zhang Fan got up and bowed to the pillar of qi that had awakened him from the illusion with unprecedented respect.

It was only at this time that he understood why he could only be allowed to participate in the cultivation for ten days during the advanced foundation building period.

Before, as soon as the mind entered the Zhou Tian Star Chart, it was instantly fascinated and fell into the illusion, and since then it has not been able to hold itself and drift with the tide, as if it is the three-legged golden crow that resists the world and looks at the world.

After all, there is no cultivation in the foundation building period, even if you realize that something is wrong later, you are powerless to struggle, if you have no external force, you will inevitably continue to indulge in it until your mental strength is exhausted and you die.

Fortunately, at this time, the primordial ancestor between the pillars of qi said something to wake him up, and between the words, it seemed to be a little meaning.

Although I can't understand it for a while, the other party's kindness is clearly felt, and this gift is sincere and sincere, without any distractions.

After receiving his salute, the pillar of qi did not move, as if nothing had happened, and the silence remained.

Zhang Fan didn't care either, his mind was there, and then he bowed to the other two air pillars, and then turned around and exited the main hall.

......

A moment later, a voice suddenly rang out in the silent hall.

"Old Monster Feng, you're very good to this little doll. ”

The voice is not old, but there is a kind of childlike immaturity in it, and it is impossible to distinguish between men and women.

After a while, the qi column that had spoken out to help each other before was hazy for a while, revealing a figure sitting cross-legged.

This person looks at his face, but he is a young man, but his temples are like frost, and he sees the vicissitudes of life between his eyebrows, and he looks like an old man.

He looked at eye level, but there was no focus, as if he was looking at somewhere in the endless void, remembering something, and after a while, he slowly said out: "After all, he is the descendant of Lie'er."

This remark seemed to touch on something, and the person who spoke out before was suddenly silent, and the hall fell silent for a while.

Just when everything seemed to be over, four words suddenly came out of the air column that had never moved on the side:

"It's a pity for Zhang Lie!"

is headless and brainless, but his tone is strong, and the deep regret is unconcealed.

As if to conclude it, there was no one to intervene, only a faint sigh sounded, and the air column rolled, and soon returned to calm.

At this time, Zhang Fan stepped out of the outer door of the inheritance hall, and as soon as he looked up, he saw that the east was white, the darkness was dissipated, and a round of red jumped out, instantly illuminating the earth.

Squinting slightly, he stared directly at the rising sun.

In the sky, there is still the sun, but on the earth, there is no longer the golden crow.

did not immerse himself in the understanding, Zhang Fan just had nothing to do, with an attitude of letting it flow freely, and slowly operated by the spiritual power around him, and gradually produced a warmth. As if in the bud, the exhausted mental strength of the ten days of participating in the cultivation also slowly recovered, as if he had slept well, lazy but sober.

I don't know how long it took, the higher the head, the more dazzling the light, even if the eyes were narrowed into a gap, they began to be unbearable, and gradually felt burning.

"It seems that I will have to do more homework in the future. Feeling the faint extra vitality in the spiritual power in his body, Zhang Fan sighed and muttered to himself.

After a while, after the burning sensation in his eyes disappeared, he slapped the Qiankun bag, released the flying cloud boat to step on, and flew towards his courtyard.

Along the way, Zhang Fan secretly thought about it, and only felt that the exercise "Xuanhuo True Sutra" he had practiced before was indeed a first-class exercise, but it was not suitable for him.

Whether it is Master Han Hao or himself, he positions the three-legged golden wufa phase in the fire, but he doesn't know that this fire is not the other fire, not only the meaning of fiery and burning, but also the birth and destruction of all things in it, which is the power of extinction and the work of creation.

Although there is comprehension, if you say that you want to create your own exercises, it is like a joke.

At this time, it is only a cultivation during the Qi refining period, and it doesn't hurt to continue to cultivate the Xuanhuo True Sutra, but after the foundation is successfully built, it is necessary to find a more suitable exercise.

After pondering, he quickly returned to his residence.

He didn't stay, he went straight to the ashram, the place where he usually practiced retreat.

When he reached the cloud bed, he lifted the futon, revealing a hole underneath it.

Seeing that the things inside were intact, Zhang Fan finally breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed.

In the pit, there was a dark nest with a dark red light, and inside, there were two spirit beast bags and a round fiery red orb.

It was the spirit beast bag containing the silk silkworm and the ink spirit respectively, as well as the Nine Flame Dragon Balls.

Without Mo Ling, firstly, he was afraid that he would interfere with his cultivation, and secondly, he was afraid that it would be too noisy, and if he did evil the old monster because of this, it would really be wronged.

He didn't carry the Silk Silkworm and the Nine Flame Dragon Balls with him because of fear.

The supernatural powers of the old monsters, except for themselves, no one knows about them, and even few people dare to discuss and explore.

No one knows, will they be able to detect the Nine Flame Dragon Balls contained in their bodies, or through the spirit beast bag, they will find the Silk Silkworm?

Either way, if it happens, it's a catastrophe.

So, Zhang Fan had no choice but to put it in the living room and cover his breath with a black nest, it is said that this can be guaranteed, but these things are too important to him, and he can only be completely relieved when he sees them safe and sound.

Generally speaking, the things that are important to the monk are carried in the Qiankun bag, even if they are robbed in the cave, it will not hurt.

Zhang Fan was also affected by the previous Senior Brother Li's unauthorized release of people, and subconsciously felt that the courtyard was not safe, and the typical concern was chaotic.

After holding these few things, he hesitated for a while, and finally only took out the spirit beast bag containing the ink spirit, and put the other things back in place along with the black nest.

Although Zhang Fan had already broken the prohibition when he got the Nine Flame Dragon Ball, it can be said that even if someone had left hands and feet on it, it was already gone at this moment.

But I'm not afraid of 10,000, I'm just afraid of what happens.

After all, the Nine Flame Dragon Ball has been inherited in the Faxiang Sect for 10,000 years, maybe there is something special, you can sense the existence of the secret technique of the orb, for the sake of everything, it is better to always hide the black nest.

After doing all this, while Zhang Fan's heart relaxed, a strong sense of grievance could no longer be suppressed.

First, Ji Zhiyun came to the door and asked unscrupulously, this is not bad. If it weren't for the fact that he was a core disciple of the Faxiang Sect after all, and he had just made great achievements and had a good reputation, he would never be so polite.

Again, in the inheritance hall, I had to be cautious, and I didn't even dare to carry the spirit beast, for fear of accidentally offending others and suffering an unwarranted disaster. This kind of experience of life and death in the hands of others without the power to resist made him uncomfortable, depressed, and had the urge to look up to the sky and howl.

In the end, he has a treasure, but for the sake of even if it is only a possible surname, he is apprehensive, thinking about it in every way, and he can't end up in fear.

I didn't feel it, my fists clenched, and I pinched the bones into a crackling sound.

This voice also woke Zhang Fan up from his thoughts, and then he laughed, he was alone, feeling sorry for himself and gritting his teeth in the quiet room, what did he look like, how could it be a man's doing?

He untied the spirit beast bag and released the ink spirit.

Since the beginning of the shell, Zhang Fan has rarely put it into the spirit beast bag in order to familiarize it with the Golden Crow Flame, but always stays by his side. This time, I stayed in the bag for ten days, and the little guy who was not used to it was suffocated.

As soon as he came out, he flew up and down, left and right, and after a while, he stood on Zhang Fan's shoulder, buried his little head in his hair and rubbed it for a while, picking up a strand of hair from time to time and dragging it lightly, venting his dissatisfaction.

Stroking its feathers, Zhang Fan seemed to be talking to Mo Ling, and seemed to be talking to himself, "Stuffy, don't you?

Looking at Mo Ling's ignorant eyes, he continued:

"I want to too!"

"If you want to, you have to become strong quickly, never end, and keep being strong. ”

At this time, it was almost noon, and the sun shone through the window and shone on Zhang Fan's face, as if dyed with a layer of golden brilliance, especially the pair of eyes, which were dazzling.