Tianzhu Mountain stands alone, with a dim and desolate evening scene.

The battle of Fire Spirit destroyed the ancient wonders of Tianzhu cyclone. Now only the broken Tianzhu Mountain is left. As the sun sets, it gradually becomes dim, as if the lonely old man is full of desolation.

At the foot of Tianzhu Mountain, it used to be a noisy battlefield in the Three Prefectures, with streaming hair dancing and roaring sounds. At this time, the wind and rain were drifting, silent, as if all the vitality had dissipated with the Tianzhu cyclone.

Originally, with the end of the Three State War, there was no human disturbance. This place should have become a paradise for birds and beasts again, but Zhang Fan had been in a long time, but he had never heard of any sound of black beasts, as if thousands of horses were silenced. They were all shocked by something terrible.

"Is this poisonous?"

Zhang Fan frowned and looked around the scene. He saw that everything he saw was ruined, and within a radius, he was razed to the ground. The riotous spirit was rampant. It can be imagined that within more than ten years, there would be no vitality here.

Squat down and pressed his palm on the ground, and at the same time, the spiritual consciousness spread suddenly and swept across the surroundings.

“Huh?”

Under the dual coverage of his gaze and spiritual consciousness, the situation on the ground was fully visible.

The scene in front of me was not the whistling wind, but the whole layer was blowing, but it was even more like a heavy burden suddenly pressing down and flattening.

From time to time, some strange four marks appear on it, which are straight like leg bones, round like skulls, canine teeth and pointed, and are striped like ribs. In short, it looks like a pile of bones that are washed like a mountain and pressed down immediately, leaving deep marks behind.

Especially somewhere in the distance, the ground was messy, like a huge bone snake, swinging wildly on the ground. Just a little look at the traces left, it was shocking, and I could imagine the terrifying power of that day.

"No need to watch it."

"It was left by the old monster of Nascent Soul."

"The Tenth** is the True Lord of White Bone".

The Ku Taoist spoke leisurely.

When he mentioned the powerful monk in the late stage of the Nascent Soul, he didn't care at all. He seemed to be a family member of his peer generation, and his tone was extremely natural.

Zhang Fan was used to this and had long guessed that his cultivation level during his lifetime must be quite impressive. The ordinary old Nascent Soul monster could not get into his eyes.

So he didn't express any surprise, but nodded. The terrifying scene seemed to have exceeded the limit of Master Jiedan. Then he shook his head in surprise and asked, "How did this happen?"

"You can't really carry so many bones, right?

How many bones would it take to make such a huge area look like in an instant?

"You boy," I'm so laughed to death."

The Taoist Ku sneered and said, "This is the transformation of spiritual energy. The real object is simulated out of thin air with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth."

"The unique method of the old monster of Nascent Soul is different from the local control of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth by junior Jiedan. You don't understand it even if you say it."

Zhang Fan was a little helpless when he heard this, and knew that the old man was right. He had to shrugge his shoulders and remain silent.

This is just like the young monks in the Qi Refining Stage, how could they imagine how the predecessors in the Foundation Establishment Stage squandered them, with only momentary spiritual energy, and formed various strange magical powers.

If you don’t have the cultivation level, it will be in vain no matter how you explain it.

No longer entangled, Zhang Fan clapped his hands and stood up, and couldn't help but look back.

There is exactly where the six cave tents are of course, so it is naturally empty at this time. I think that on that day, Chen Gu was captured by the True Lord of White Bone and refined into something ashamed. He was a master of Killing Dan, and ended up like this, although the score was hostile. Zhang Fan was still a little worthless for him.

The sun has settled at this time, and the ground suddenly darkened today; only a little bit of dim light struggled to spread the afterglow in the west. In the east, the moon rises and the cold light appears.

Just as the sun and the moon shone together, Zhang Fan focused his attention and looked into the distance.

The southeast corner is where black clouds lie on the city, flags are waving, and the magical way is illusion.

"Xiruo!"

Zhang Fan was silent for a moment, thinking about the small valley with endless spring scenery not long ago, and all kinds of tastes were in his heart.

The northwest corner of the ferocious beast entrenches the evil spirit, Yuling Sect.

"Ling'er!"

The little girl with empty eyes and infinite spirituality seemed to be in front of her.

"With Bai Yiyi's care, she will be very smooth!"

"A hundred years later, Ling'er really grew up."

Zhang Fan smiled slightly, but remembered what she said when she left.

It seemed as if it was about to end something, and my thoughts were flying, and I could never take it back.

The image of a chubby man who always smiles and holds chicken legs in his hands emerges from his memory.

"Choi In."

Then the image changed, but it was a cute girl with an apple-faced face, smiling brightly in the bright sunshine.

Cui Yingying.

After a moment of silence, Zhang Fan said to himself: "Brother Cui, my brother suddenly had something to do.

Cui Ren's words on the ninety-nine-level ladder were still lingering in his ears. The tone that was as straight as the last words was still deeply imprinted in Zhang Fan's heart, but it was a pity."

Zhang Fan couldn't help but look into the direction of the Dharma Xiang Sect, where the stars shine brightly, reflecting the stars in the sky.

"Fortunately, she is still in the Dharma Xiang Sect and has been recuperating for a hundred years. She should be able to get a better photo.

"Brother Cui. Watch it under the nine springs."

"A hundred years later, Zhang Fan will return to his hometown and must walk on his way

Before he finished speaking, he turned around and left.

"Hey, boy, haven't you said where to go yet?"

"I have said it, it's impolite to come but not go!"

"What's the meaning?"

The Taoist Ku asked in confusion, and then continued to mention: "Don't think about going overseas. Others like Yong, Liangzhou, etc. are all dead ends."

Zhang Fan smiled and said nothing. He knew the meaning of the Ku Taoist very clearly.

How big monsters overseas were, they were only suppressed by the three sects of Qinzhou in the past. They were barely dormant. At this time, they must have been silent and scattered. Those ancient remnants would not cause trouble for them before digesting the territory of Qinzhou.

Nowadays, there is a chaotic world. Those powerful people from overseas cultivators must have reacted. In order to avoid more Qinzhou monks pouring in, they will inevitably block the territory. Don’t talk about how to find a good place to practice after going out; leaving alone is not that easy.

As for Yong, Liang and the other two prefectures, I am afraid that the news will arrive earlier and we will start to set up a blockade of the border early. If we want to go there, we will prepare to kill us.

Although the two states may not have no idea about Qinzhou, a land area that was an important place for cultivating immortals in ancient times, as long as the sane person is clear-headed, they will not be involved in the muddy water at this time.

A hundred years later, the time when the Qinzhou monks who recovered their vitality fought with the ancient remnants was the time for them to appear. At that time, it must have been another great chaotic era. The big stage is for the new generation of strong people to compete.

During his lifetime, Kudao was also a master of the sect's elder level. He could be said to be a decision-making figure. He naturally understood these things clearly, and there was no shortage of suggestions in his words.

"Don't worry, old man!"

Zhang Fanyao looked at the sky and said leisurely: "Let's wait and see.

Immediately, my body moved and turned into a stream of light. It disappeared suddenly.

Tianzhu Mountain is a lonely cliff. A few more miles away, Tongshan is a stone mountain.

A flash of light appeared. A figure appeared and instantly sank into a dark hole. There was only one sound coming from the hole:

"Qinzhou, goodbye!"

"See you a hundred years later. By then, I, Zhang Fan, will not be like now!"

The purple waves fly. The fragrance of flowers is rich, and it makes people cleanse the dust and forget the worries. It is the purple rhyme flowing mist.

"Boy, tell the old man quickly, what kind of magical power is Caiwang?"

"It's true!"

"Even in the ancient times, I have never heard of such a domineering magical magic."

"My old man, next time next time."

"Let's talk about it next time!"

While dealing with the Daoist Ku who was in a state of excitement due to the "Big Five Elements Breaking the Forbidden Technique", Zhang Fan stepped out and came to Shutong's cave again.

Above his head, the Great Sun Treasure Mirror was flying up and down like a fly, with a certain unyielding momentum.

It was not until I came here that I saw the purple Yun Liulan, which was as strong as a dense forest in front of me, that I calmed down a little. Then a voice came out:

"Purple Yun Liulan?"

“Why is it so luxuriant?”

"sad…"

"Is this what you said to be impolite without going back?"

The Taoist Ku was surprised at first, and then suddenly realized that from beginning to end, he gave the answer less than three breaths.

"It's indeed an old monster. I can't underestimate you at all."

Zhang Fan praised secretly, then looked at Zi Yunliulan, who was domineeringly squeezing all resources in the medicine field. The situation of that day flashed one by one.

In just over ten days, the girl Zhilan and the wine glass have left, and the outside world is full of war, and earth-shaking. Here is still a calm look, just like a pure land.

Shaoqing. The voice of the Ku Taoist sounded again:
To be continued...