The cloud bed is high in the stomach, and the old man in purple clothes holds a book in a temple and caresses his beard for a year. He sits cross-legged with his brother.

Below, dozens of immortal cultivators sat cross-legged and listened intently, as if there was a sky surround, and they did not dare to be distracted or slackened.

The moment Zhang Fan pushed open the door, it was like a naughty boy throwing a stone into the academy, and he immediately broke the ancient Taoist picture.

A breeze was slowly passing through the cracks of the door, playing and wandering beside dozens of listeners. Little by little, when I discovered it, the breeze had been dyed with a grayish-white color.

Threads, strands, from the top of the head to the end of the groin, as if they were plucking silk and recording cocoons. Dozens of listeners turned into gray and dissipated little by little.

In an instant, the prosperity disappeared and the glory disappeared. The old man who was preaching remained, motionless, as if he did not realize that there was no one under his seat.

Zhang Fan saw this scene, and the five people who followed him never missed it. Everyone was silent for a moment. A hint of desolation appeared without any reason.

With a sigh, Zhang Fan crossed the threshold, passed through the gradually opened door, and bypassed the piles of dust. He walked and came to the preacher's cloud bed.

When I looked closer, the old man in purple was preaching. He also thought he was the owner of the cave. Seeing his body was shriveled and thin, he might only be able to stand up to Zhang Fan's shoulders.

But standing in front of him, he would involuntarily ignore his figure, and only felt that the body in front of him was so tall that he could not help but feel a sense of admiration.

This is possible magic power, demeanor, artistic conception, and thoughts, but it cannot be said, and I just feel it is taken for granted, as if it should be like this in front of such a person.

Everyone's eyes did not stop on the old man's remains, and other more important things instantly attracted them.

Behind the old man in purple, a huge bronze mirror was hanging high, and the mirror surface was blazing and red. The pure yellow of copper was sandwiched, and it looked like a sun wheel.

Even though they were separated by some distance, Zhang Fan and others could still feel that after this bronze mirror, the infinite power of the fire spirit was constantly extracting, and through a mysterious channel, it faintly gathered underground and spread throughout the cave.

Needless to say, everyone realized that this bronze mirror must be the center of the entire cave, a treasure that communicates with the volcanic veins.

Cao Zhuo once said that the cave ban is connected to the volcanic veins and is unbreakable. However, a few days ago, the volcano suddenly erupted and the fire element was released, which weakened the cave ban for most of it, so he was able to enter.

The current state of the bronze mirror in front of him also confirms his words.

On the bronze mirror, it looks like a round one at first glance, which makes people feel like the rising sun. But when they get closer, they see broken patterns on the mirror, and slight flames lick the paper. It seems that with the force, the entire bronze mirror will collapse.

The extremely regretful emotions instantly buried everyone.

This kind of treasure that can communicate with the earth veins and volcanoes and last for tens of thousands of years is really a bit worse than the ancient treasures that are fundamentally inherited by the sect, and it is actually destroyed.

These broken patterns naturally cannot be found in the realm. Anyone with a discerning eye can tell that if these broken patterns exist, they will not be able to withstand collapse at any time. It is absolutely impossible to persist for tens of thousands of years. I think it is the power of the volcanic eruption that Cao Zhuo said was too amazing, and he actually shocked the strange treasure into this at the same time.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, it is not surprising that this will happen. The so-called communication of volcanic veins is like an additional outlet. When a volcano erupts, it is equivalent to the second kilogram of crater.

Facing the power of nature, a treasure without the master's envoy passively endured the impact of the power of infinite fire sources, and it was not broken in an instant. It was already a blessing for the heavens.

In front of this bronze mirror, everyone couldn't help but hold their breath, for fear of a little movement, just like the last straw that was overwhelming and frightened, causing it to collapse instantly.

In that case, there will be any changes in the cave. They can't imagine it.

He barely moved his eyes away from the bronze mirror and turned to the old man in purple. There were a few things there, like a net for arachnids, sticking their eyes firmly.

It is the book held by the old man in purple. I don’t know what kind of monster skin it is made of. Even after tens of thousands of years of wind and frost, it still looks like there is no trace of time. Instead, it has a gentle luster as bright as jade.

In addition, there are two other things placed in front of the old man in purple.

They are fiery red balls the size of fists, and a jade pendant with a unique shape that looks like a carved black ice. The cold air is so cold that two cold nephews roll around.

There is an old saying: "There is a phoenix above and a plate of wax below." Judging from the style of this jade pendant, it is undoubtedly a plate of the pen puppet.

Books, fiery red balls, Han Niang Pei, these three things, just kept their unmoving posture for thousands of years, appearing quietly in front of everyone. They were so within reach, but the six of them couldn't help but show their expressions of obsession or greed on their faces, but no one was moved.

All these three treasures are ordinary.

Han Nephew Pei, a treasure with such a cold attribute in the heat, seemed a little abrupt. He saw that it was not an ordinary person at first glance. His eyes swept over and a sense of coldness, courage, and danger were surging, and it was almost like a dead person.

Judging from Zhang Fan's long-term weapon refining, it has already faintly escaped from the category of weapon refining. In the patterns of the ancient monster cold crab, the spirit, flesh and blood, and it doesn't feel like it's sealed spirit. Instead, it seems that it has really refined two cold ants intact into the chess.

Such a method was beyond his imagination. He could not even give an accurate positioning. He only felt that it was at least a top spiritual treasure. It was better than Nangong Wuying's Zhuquehuan.

The fiery red ball is not ordinary. At first glance, I thought it was a treasure similar to the Nine Fire Dragon Ball. Now, after a closer look, I found that it was not.

The outer layer of this object is not a hard crystal or metal, but a soft film-like thing. I believe that with a slight pinch, it will sink.

The film is wrapped in a spike of flame like condensation.

Since entering this cave, flames have been seen more often and cannot attract their attention, but this flame is a little too special.

The flame itself is divided into three distinct layers. It neither blends nor resists each other, and each runs on a mysterious trajectory.

The outermost layer is fiery red and violent, surging endlessly, like magma and sun-plating. Occasionally, the flames are licked out, and the entire red ball is dyed.

In the middle layer, the flames are golden and red, sometimes quiet and still, sometimes suddenly become furious, and the flames gush out, instantly dispersing the red outside.

Some of these rage fires fell back into a golden red color when they were exhausted, while others merged into the outer flames.

These golden red flames that were fused, but a little bit, can make the whole piece of red bulge like a tide after being fused and transformed.

The innermost layer is very different from the two flames outside.

Although the flames outside have their own unique features, they generally do not escape people's imagination and understanding of the flames. However, the flame at the center of the red ball is very different.

Color, dazzling color, noble color, bean flame, burning quietly at the center.

Among the three layers of flames, there was only it, and it did not junction with the other two. There was a huge piece of it empty outside. It seemed like a lonely man, and it also had a sense of inviolability, although it was calm but inviolable.

Seeing this red ball, a bright color flashed in Zhang Fan and Hong Ri's eyes at the same time, as if they were aware of it. The two looked at each other, then their eyes staggered and fell to the last thing, on the book.

Their attention was on each other and they did not notice it. When the two of them had a wrong look, a look of disappointment flashed in Cao Zhu's eyes.

The last thing, which is the book held by the old man in purple, is worth more than the other two treasures for Zhang Fan and Hong Ri.

The real explanation of the small and big sun.

Four jin, more than 100% of ancient characters were written on the cover of the book cover.

In the current world of immortal cultivation, after all, monks can interpret ancient characters in some way. If this is not the case, how can they inherit the legacy of ancient monks?

Seeing that the biggest goal of this trip appeared, the two of them were eager to try, but forced to hold it back.

At this time, the six of them stood in a fan shape, with a faint sense of restraint. At this time, it was no longer the same as when they were competing for the sunflower before. Even Zhang Fan did not dare to do it casually, and he accidentally became the target of public criticism.

After pondering for a moment, Zhang Fan's gaze swept across everyone, especially Shui Wuyue's body.

At this time, everyone showed some of their foundation, only Shui Wuyue, who was never revealed, and had no special means. They looked like an ordinary foundation-building monk.

But is this possible? In any case, he is the lord of the island and the descendant of the ancient lineage. How could it be ordinary? Look at the relationship between her and Cao Zhuo. It is always hard to understand. Until the last moment, no one knows what she will do.

Even Hongri, Doll, Huo Li and others showed it not necessarily the last resort. Tenth *** kept secretly, but they were not sure of starting a move.

What everyone thought was almost the same, and they fell silent for a moment, as if no one wanted to be the first bird.

After a while, Zhang Fan's expression moved slightly. He was about to speak, but suddenly stopped and turned toward the hall.

Hongri and the doll, Shui Wugu, made similar actions almost at the same time.

The situation is so tense now that everyone naturally dare not neglect it. Their spiritual sense has been wide open, but before the moment, the summer ice condensed, and a strange aura suddenly appeared outside the hall without warning.

While everyone was alert, their faces were as deep as water and the atmosphere suddenly became extremely tense.

How could Yi be the one who could hide the sudden appearance of their spiritual consciousness? He had hidden it so well before, but now he has appeared again. I am afraid that it has come to the point of seeing it?

Under the eyes of everyone, a trembling old lady slowly appeared outside the hall with a cane and entered everyone's sight!

"Old ancestor!"

When I saw the person coming, I exclaimed and suddenly heard from the person.

The seventh update is over today!

Tianqi update, we will explode if we say it will explode. Is there no false statement?

However, this monthly ticket made me cry for only a dozen tickets. Brothers, please bear it! Don’t be too tired!

I originally wanted to make up ten updates today, but the efficiency of coding has become increasingly low. Well, I plan to do this first, go to bed and continue to explode tomorrow.
Chapter completed!