Chapter 1287 The Road to Heaven (I)

As the sun rises, a touch of orange rose climbs to the eastern sky.

There is no glare of the sky and the sun that cannot be seen directly, and there is no regret of the evening setting sun, only the endless vitality, like grass breaking through the soil, and branches grow tender buds, which is the most vibrant time.

Bathed in the first ray of light of the rising sun, Zhang Fan walked step by step on the earth.

Suddenly, he raised his head and looked up at the sky. Apart from the orange-colored east, there was still a place where the clouds burned like fire and smoked like ink, and the first sound of the rising sun, one east and one west, driving away the remaining darkness.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Fan frowned slightly, then shook his head and stepped forward.

One step and one blink of an eye, his trace was lost in the distance. A hundred miles away, his back appeared from time to time, and it also flashed by.

In just a moment, the hot breath was overwhelming. A heat wave that was enough to make the grass burn yellow and ignite the dead branches rolled in, lifting up a wisp of Zhang Fan's clothes, as if the tongue of flames wanted to lick and burn it.

In this surging heat wave, Zhang Fan's expression remained unchanged. He raised his head and his face was filled with red light. Not far ahead, a mountain was rising from the ground, and hundreds of thousands of years of orogenic movement was completed in an instant.

At the peak of this mountain, black smoke emerged, fire light soared into the sky, magma rolled out, and down the mountain. In the blink of an eye, the mountain was red, as if the steel that had just been taken out of the fire waiting for forging.

The smoke and dust cover the sky and the sun are heavy and dark. As the wind spreads to the distance, when it is exhausted, it will fall like rain. It can bury a prosperous city under the volcanic ash in a very short time and seal the dust of the creatures in it.

The magma rolled down, and wherever it passed, the rocks melted, the trees burned, and the rivers evaporated... and walked forward and destroyed.

In the direction where the volcanic ash floats away, where the magma is surging, there is smoke curling up the cooking stove, gently supporting the wind. Compared with the volcanic ash that covers the sky and the magma that is fierce, it is like a weak woman and a strong man, which is more tiny and weak.

A divine light flashed in Zhang Fan's eyes, and he stepped out one step, crossed the erupting volcano and came outside the small mountain village at the source of the smoke.

Such a disaster like a volcanic eruption is inevitable no matter where it is. Although it is not common, it is not surprising. If it weren't for the divine thoughts that swept into the scope of the power of the volcanic eruption, Zhang Fan would not have come here.

Do it with your hands and hundreds of lives can be continued, so why not do it?

This volcanic eruption is an irresistible natural disaster for mortals, but for Zhang Fan, it is not difficult to take away the entire mountain village, or to force the volcano to stop erupting, or even extinguish the underground magma.

However, when he really saw the situation in the mountain village, Zhang Fan's move that he was originally preparing to make suddenly stopped and stopped.

From his perspective, we can see several children of seven or eight years old, playing with mud at the entrance of the village, cheering and playing; several middle-aged women were wearing wooden basins under their armpits and storing clothes inside, and they obviously had just returned from washing clothes by the stream; under a big tree that was hugged by four or five people in the village, several old men were holding teapots and drinking tea, bragging about their youthful appetite...

Everything is like the evening of ordinary days, like the eruption of a volcano that is so close to you, covering the volcanic dust on the top of your head, and the gradually approaching hot magma, all like the non-existent illusion.

Not to mention that these women, children and the elderly have normal eyes, even those who are blind, should feel the panic of the doomsday. How can they be so natural and dull?

A strange look flashed in Zhang Fan's eyes, and he extinguished his thoughts of helping him, stood quietly at the entrance of the village, watching the magma gradually approaching.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths...as for ten breaths.

After ten breaths, the magma was less than a thousand feet away from the entrance of the village, and the volcanic dust on the top of the head was even more scattered. Just as there were ten breaths, this vibrant small mountain village would either be destroyed by magma or buried by volcanic ash.

At this time, the playful children, the women returning from washing clothes, and the old men bragging and spanking finally focused on the approaching disaster.

Even when they were burning, their eyes and behavior were still not at all panic, but they were just a slight interest, so dull that they were commonplace.

At this point, Zhang Fan already understood a little. He turned around, looked up at the smoke and clouds, condensed magma, waiting for the beginning of the change.

Time passed by little by little, just when the magma was less than a hundred feet away from the entrance of the village, just as the smoke and dust were about to bury all living things in the village flexibly, everything was frozen.

"Boom~"

Thunder rolled under the earth, strong wind roared in the void, magma rolled back, smoke and dust surged upward, and like time flowing back, they poured back to the crater together.

Immediately afterwards, the arching mountain sank little by little, as if the pain was smoothed out, as if it did not exist.

Time was like a backflow at this moment, and all the changes were completed in an instant. When Zhang Fan's eyes turned into a sudden enlightenment, everything was over.

"It turns out...is it's like this."

Zhang Fan murmured to himself, feeling the sudden spiritual energy between heaven and earth, and he completely understood.

"So this is the luck fluctuation in the mouth of the Peacock Palm Wheel King, the spiritual energy pouring into it, to eliminate natural disasters, and to allow the spiritual immortal world to continue to survive."

Thinking of this, Zhang Fan turned around and looked at the small village.

In the village, the children playing were called back by their mothers, the women who were washing clothes returned home to work, and the old men who brag each dispersed. It was the end of the song and the day ended.

"In their eyes, perhaps when the volcanic eruption and natural disasters come, it is like the sunrise, the moon rises, the tide rises, the tides rise, the tides rise, and the tides rise, which is common, and it is not surprising that it must be there every day."

With the natural pleasure of being born and fear of death, being able to calm down under this natural disaster is not always seen, but it is repeated every day and will definitely not be able to reach this point.

Finally, after feeling the mysterious power to calm everything and repair the world, Zhang Fan shook his head and turned around and left.

Such scenes may be constantly being staged in various parts of the Spirit Immortal Realm, lasting for thousands of years, and may continue, or on one day, the power to calm down and repair will suddenly be lost and die in peace.

A sigh drifted with the wind. When I was watching, there was no sign of Zhang Fan in this world.

...

In a blink of an eye, it has been a hundred days. Along the way, it has been like the experiences of the small mountain village, and it has appeared repeatedly. Mountain torrents erupt, sea water is overwhelming, storm, and the earth is shaking...

Everything happens every moment and is smoothed out every moment. The Spirit Immortal Realm is indeed in a very strange state.

"It's not easy for these ancient spiritual immortals."

Zhang Fan couldn't help but sigh, and took a step forward and pointed out the great way. He could only persevere, and he could no longer be easy.

He walked step by step on the land of the Lingxian Realm. After a hundred days of this, he felt in his heart that a strange aura suddenly attracted his attention.

This breath seemed to be something treasure, and there was an indescribable sense of familiarity. Zhang Fan paused, his spiritual thoughts swept over, and a strange color appeared on his face.

"It's finally here."

Zhang Fan smiled slightly and walked towards the direction where the breath was.

After walking for a few miles, a scent of peach blossoms came to your nose with the wind. Looking at the fragrance, you can see a gorgeous cloud of smoke covering the forest, and the peach blossoms are blooming brilliantly.

"What a peach forest"

Zhang Fan praised casually and stepped in.

Entering the forest, the fragrance of peach blossoms is gradually replaced by the sweet fruit fragrance. The gorgeous clouds slowly dissipate, as if in an instant, the flowers fade and the fruits ripen.

Moving and changing the scenery, Zhang Fan shuttled through the peach forest, gradually reaching an empty place, and a noise of noisy and playful sound came into his ears.

Looking down the sound, the peach trees were full of fruits. Peaches that were so huge that they needed to hold them with both hands were born on the trees. The heavy fruits even bent the peach trees.

These peaches are covered with shy jealous redness, revealing a refreshing sweet fragrance. Just by looking and smelling them, it makes people feel salivated. I wish I could pick one of them immediately and eat them in large pieces.

In this peach forest, monkeys are drilling in and out of the trees, appearing and disappearing, playing with sound "squeaking", without any moment of peace. They either hold little monkeys in their arms, jump from this tree to that tree; or wrap around the branches with their tails, falling down and swinging around...

I was tired and picked a peach and ate it sweetly.

There was noisy in front of me, and the sound of monkeys squeaking in my ears, but for some reason, when I was in the middle of this scene, Zhang Fan felt something called happiness spreading.

After a while of a pause, a smile suddenly appeared on Zhang Fan's face. He took a big peach from the tree, wiped it, and then walked towards a certain direction in the peach forest while eating.

Along the way, the monkeys played on their own, as if they had not seen Zhang Fan, and seemed to be guiding him intentionally or unintentionally.

The more you move forward, the more monkeys there are. When Zhang Fan stops, there are double-digit monkeys playing and gnawing on each peach tree wherever you see.

Among all the monkeys, Zhang Fan could see the difference between one of them at a glance. Not only did he, but if anyone came, he could easily pick this monkey out of his kind.

But I saw that the monkey lying on the thick branches was covered with leaves and was sleeping soundly. Occasionally, a gust of wind blew the branches, causing a sound of gold and iron, but the monkey's armor was emitted.

Let me ask, one is wearing golden armor, covering her face with leaves in the other hand, and hangs down with half a peach and keeps putting it on her back. No matter how you look at it, it is impossible to have an ordinary monkey head.

"Great Ape King, you are so comfortable and envious of others."
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