"It seems you don't know where to put our battlefield in the second state? "

"Hmm? There is still some specialty?"

Zhang Fan felt suspicious. Tianzhu Mountain was indeed not a strategic location, but it was understandable to choose here, so he had never thought about it.

"The reason I chose Tianzhu Mountain is to wait for a strange treasure by the way."

Xiruoyou said leisurely: "This treasure is of far more valuable than this. Unfortunately, a mistake happened that year. Otherwise, it would not be you and me who appeared here, but those old monsters of the Nascent Soul!"

"Five thousand years ago, this treasure appeared once in Tianzhu Mountain."

As he said that, his slender white finger pointed to the distance. Zhang Fan followed and saw that the place where Xiruo pointed was the spiritual vortex that was connected to the sky and the pillar of heaven.

I don’t know if I have an illusion, but when Jing Xiruo pointed this, he looked at it again and felt that the huge spiritual vortex seemed to be even more red, as if a large amount of fire source power was constantly gathering.

"Our three sects of Qinzhou who are proficient in investigation have come here to explore and find that the spiritual vortex is gradually unstable. It is estimated that the land of Fire Spirit will be opened again. It should be within a hundred years."

"oh!"

Zhang Fan nodded to show that he understood.

It seems that the three sects have dispatched six masters of Jiedan to take charge, not only to protect their disciples from being slaughtered by the other masters, but also to wait for the opening of the "Fire Spirit Land".

Thinking of this, Zhang Fan's doubts became even more and more serious. Since this is the case, the three major sects urgently transferred three masters back, which was a bit of a problem. What's so urgent? Even the treasures that were originally waiting for?

Zhang Fan pondered for a moment, then looked at Yong again. The two states of Liang were located in a corner of the stone house that was vaguely visible, and he felt thoughtful in his heart.

More than ten years ago, he knew that the two states had countless spies in their Qinzhou Immortal Cultivation World, and perhaps there were many senior officials. Otherwise, they would not have received any news soon to stalemate with the Qinzhou monks here, and did not allow them to easily occupy the Tianzhu Mountain area.

Since there may be major changes in Qinzhou, we can naturally not hide it from them. Maybe the lower-level monks like Zhang Fan and others know much more clearly!

Let’s think about their actions to concentrate on the border, and they should be taking precautions!

It is enough to figure out these things. Zhang Fan didn't plan to delve into them any more. He was about to say goodbye and leave, but suddenly he saw Xiruo's expression change, his charming and colorful look disappeared, and he turned to look surprised and ecstatic.

"Um"

Zhang Fan's expression moved, and she couldn't help but look at her gaze.

In the distance, the towering mountain of Tianzhu Mountain is located on the mountain. The spiritual vortex is as red as blood, and a faint whistling sound is coming out, as if there is infinite power brewing, as if it is about to burst out in the next moment, directly poking a hole into the whole dome.

Under the gaze of Zhang Fan and Xiruo, the Ruo's large cyclone seemed to be stimulated by some stimulation. Not only did it increase the adsorption force, but the top of the cyclone, which seemed like a sky umbrella, suddenly spread out. It gradually spread out of the Tianzhu Mountain area, getting bigger and bigger, faster and faster, like a huge dark cloud covering the sky, covering everything.

This "dark cloud" is brighter than the past. Wherever you usually stay, the mist like dusk is no longer there. Gradually, it is incandescent and dazzling, washing as if noon. Looking up at the sun in the sky.

The obvious changes in the Tianzhu Cyclone naturally cannot be concealed by everyone.

Just as the huge cyclone expanded to its extreme and suddenly stagnated, hundreds of streams of light flew out from Qin, Yong and Liang's bases, floating in the air, appearing one by one, all of which showed horror on their faces, looking up at the might of the heaven and earth.

Among all the immortals, there were six people who were most eye-catching. At this critical moment when the cyclone of the sky pillar was moving and attracted everyone's attention, a huge space was still lined up around them. No one dared to stop beside them.

Master Jiedan, six master Jiedan appeared together.

Seeing them, Zhang Fan's eyes suddenly condensed. He took advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and looked at them carefully.

The old man surnamed Chen from the Faxiang Sect had a white face and looked rich with a wide body and fat body. At this moment, he still had a faint smile on his face, which made people suddenly feel intimate when they saw it.

The old monster of Yin and Yang in the illusion and demon path is as famous as his name. When he saw it on the first day of the first day, Zhang Fan recognized it without identifying the sound.

His facial features are quite upright, but it seems that something is wrong with it. The upper half of his face is first, and it is not inferior to the delicate face of his body; the lower half of his face is full of curly beards and rough skin, like a generous man who has been walking in the world for many years.

It's fine, but what really makes people feel thrilled is his eyes, which are clearly visible when they open and close. The eyes are black and white, and they contain yin and yang luster. When they sweep out of the corner of their eyes, they feel chilling in their hearts.

The third master of Qinzhou was vaguely familiar with him and could not recognize who he was. He only saw him holding a jade flute with a graceful face. Among the three, he had the most humble demeanor and should be a master of the Yuling Sect.

In addition to paying attention to the cyclone of the sky, the three of them also secretly confronted the three masters on the opposite side. They just separated the cyclone and set a distance between each other, as if they were afraid that the other party would suddenly die. After a while, the cyclone of the sky that had been frozen for a while suddenly changed a new change, which instantly attracted Zhang Fan's attention and had no time to pay attention to anything else.

It seemed like something was going to turn the opposite. It spread to the limit of the cyclone of the Heavenly Pillar, and suddenly contracted rapidly without any warning. It seemed that a huge hole had emerged out of thin air at the center of the cyclone, instantly absorbing everything to fill it.

The red clouds in the sky suddenly shrank and collapsed. At first, the wind was still whistling, and then the roared violently. At the end, it seemed as if time stopped and space was frozen, all the sounds disappeared, and only a depressing and dull feeling arose.

This repression and dullness is not oppression of momentum, but facts exist.

When the cyclone of the sky pillar contracted to its extreme, Zhang Fan felt that breathing was gradually difficult, as if the terrifying suction force sucked away all the spiritual energy and air around him, leaving only a vacuum. It was like a fish was taken out of the water in vain, so naturally it was uncomfortable.

At the center of the cyclone, a piece of fiery red condensed faintly. Its fiery red flowed slowly, like a huge mouth of a meal, constantly absorbing and adsorbing, gradually no longer limited to the traveling air and spiritual energy, which began to act on all the monks within the envelope.

Just as the suction increased, countless naughty little mice seemed to have appeared in everyone's body. They kept moving up and down, looking for exits, as if they were about to break out of their bodies.

While this feeling appeared, Zhang Fan's expression changed, so he could not remain calm.

These things that were faintly touched, as if uncontrolled, were not other things, but spiritual power he had cultivated throughout his life. They were even driving his body and would rise up in the air and be thrown into the vortex of spiritual energy.

At the same time, in the woods not far away, there were countless small animals, birds and beasts, fish and insects. It was like invisible force pulling, making strange screams, and was sucked into the spiritual vortex uncontrollably.

"Click!"

The earth and stones under Zhang Fan's feet were broken, and the great power was fixed so that he could not follow the flow and follow the footsteps of those small animals.

"Don't resist!"

The loud shout suddenly spread throughout the Zhushan area today, as if it was thunder in summer, rumbling endlessly. Even the great power of the Tianzhu Cyclone could not be concealed.

"This is"

Zhang Fan's heart moved. He was not unfamiliar with this voice. He was the old man surnamed Chen from the Faxiang Sect.

Then, the same words were called out by the old monster Yin Zhen and the old man from the Yuling Sect, which were obviously targeting his disciples respectively.

There must be a reason for the three masters to do this. Zhang Fan looked up at the center of the Tianzhu cyclone, and only saw that as time went by, the liquid red color there grew stronger and faintly formed a portal.

Above the portal, a fiery red orb was faintly undulating. Every time it floated, it seemed to be filled with some mystery. The portal below trembled and slowly opened.

Suddenly, a loud noise that was like the creation of the world suddenly resounded, and the fiery red door opened at the center of the cyclone of the sky.

After the portal, the liquid fiery red kept flowing slowly, as if large magma gathered and merged there, and finally condensed into a large world as distant as the starry sky.

"The Land of Fire Spirit!"

The voice sounded softly, and it was Xiruo's voice coming from Zhang Fan's side.

"Is this the place where treasures are hidden as Xiruo said?"

Zhang Fan had thoughts in his mind, and saw several figures no longer resisting, and floated up with the powerful suction force and threw them straight towards the portal in the center of the cyclone.

The leading people are the six masters of the elixirs on both sides.

Seeing that the Grand Master Jiedan was taking the lead, the others did not hesitate anymore, in an instant, nearly a hundred streams of light flashed, not only relying on suction, but even urging spiritual power to accelerate, as if they were afraid of falling behind others.

The most important thing for those who practice immortals is root and bone. It is hard work and opportunity. The root and bone are the favorites of the sect. Practice hard work to grasp oneself, and one chance is the untiring and eternal pursuit of everyone.

At this time, the opportunity is right, and the treasures inside are naturally not ordinary, even the Grandmaster of Dan is moved, let alone them?

As the door opened, the suction force reached its limit, and even Zhang Fan gradually couldn't bear it. At this moment, a white figure suddenly jumped up from his side and swept across from the corner of his eyes. It was Xiruo.

"What kind of treasure is it that makes her so moved?"

"It's a pity that I couldn't ask clearly just now!"

After pondering for a while, he was unwilling to miss the opportunity in front of him. Zhang Fan sighed and stopped resisting. His whole body instantly soared into the sky and immediately entered the door.

The water waves were rippling, like throwing into the water, a burst of mist and a daze, and I woke up. The world had changed before my eyes.

Land of Spirit!

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