Looking at the scroll in the play, Zhang Jibu was surprised, and then suddenly realized that a touch of Wei Ying appeared.

Above the scroll, a middle-aged man with a tall crown and wide belt stood quietly in the air, and the background behind him was the magnificent pillar of the sky and the towering giant city.

The man looked back sadly, his expression was filled with a deep sense of reluctance, as if a wanderer left his hometown and knew that he could no longer return. He was like an official from the mortal world who looked back at the palace when he was demoted from the capital.

This painting was obviously the situation where he was forced to leave the earth's center world.

With just a few strokes, the expression of the sad and disgraceful expression is only different. Such a painting is quite impressive.

Judging from the bone flute he left behind, this person must also be proficient in musical instruments and is a scholar-type cultivator who is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

But it was such a character who expressed infinite grief, but no matter how Zhang Fan looked at it, he felt that there was something unnatural inside it.

Realistic. Too realistic!

Ink paintings like this often are too realistic and may not be a good thing, but they cannot reflect the artistic conception.

How could Shu Wuji make such a mistake?

Looking at the scroll, everything has a clear and clear sense of distance, and the location layout is clear, as if it is not a scroll, but rather like an architectural drawing.

Before seeing the real thing, Zhang Fan was just secretly suspicious and didn't have many thoughts, but now it's different.

By comparing the scene in front of you, comparing the content on the scroll, it is easy to determine the position where Shu Wuji is in the picture.

On the picture, under Shu Wuji's feet in the air, there is a cave shape, surrounded by medicinal fields and flowerbeds, and it looks like a beautiful place for immortals.

But from the place Zhang Fan judged, what he saw was not the same thing.

There is only a lonely hill, and there are several ordinary villages around it, desolate and remote, and there is really no special place.

After comparing the picture with the actual situation repeatedly and confirming that there is nothing wrong, Zhang Fan's doubts immediately had an answer.

"map!"

"This is clearly a map."

Shu Wuji's special painting method and the completely different scenes in that place are all silently telling the answer.

Wan'er is now at a age of fourteen or five, and she barely enters the range of a girl. This can lead to the time when Shu Wuji left, which is only more than ten years at best.

More than ten years are not enough to see such ever-changing changes.

The answer can only be that there is actually another mystery.

Judging from the habits of their ancestor Shutong, the ground mouse, this is also reasonable.

"Brother. What's wrong?"

Zhang Fan suddenly realized and when he was pondering, his sleeves suddenly swayed, and then a timid and delicate voice came into his ears.

Wan'er's voice is still so sweet, and the singing of the oriole is inferior to her.

"nothing!"

Zhang Fan held her little hand tightly and said with a smile.

The magnificent scene in front of him was shocked by Zhang Fan, a knowledgeable person, not to mention that Wan'er, who had never left the small world of Shutong Cave, in his life.

Her nervous gaze and curious eyes and sweaty little hands revealed her nervous mood.

"It's okay if you have your brother here."

Zhang Fan patted her shoulder and comforted her.

After saying that, he put away the scroll and secretly kept the matter in his heart, preparing to wait until he knew about the situation in the Immortal Cultivation World in the future before he could deal with it.

I was about to leave when I started, but I had a thought in my heart. I couldn't help but look back at the forbidden confinement behind me.

It was just now that I looked outside and it was a whole lot.

Unlike the inner sacred light curtain, it looks like it outside! It is just an ordinary stone wall, with the wall skin falling off, full of traces of time, and integrated into the surrounding environment. It is integrated without any slightest

Place.

Even though Zhang Fan carefully explored it with his spiritual sense, he did not find any clues.

"So awesome?"

Zhang Fan said to himself a little disbelief.

The distance is less than ten feet long, and there is no abnormality. No matter the color, shape, breath, and the echo of the surroundings, they are all perfect. If they were not just coming out from there, or if someone told him the truth, they would be suspicious when they saw this scene.

He raised his eyebrows and waved his sleeves. In an instant, the wind blew, and the sand and stones swept out, hitting it like a heavy rain.

There was a "crackling" sound, and there were four marks on the walls, with many cracks everywhere, which was no different from those of ordinary stone walls.

“No need to try.”

The Ku Taoist almost laughed and waited until Zhang Fan finished the experiment and said.

"The great formation of fortune is very secretive based on the underground spiritual veins!"

"Unless the peak powerhouse in the late stage of the Nascent Soul walks inch by inch by stepping through the spiritual vein, you can find the location of the forbidden confinement from outside."

"I see!"

Zhang Fan suddenly realized, and then showed a happy expression on his face. The method of setting up the forbidden prohibition of creation had long been cracked by using the Great Five Elements Breaking Technique, which flowed through his mind like a clear spring, leaving a deep impression.

If he has finished digesting it in time and makes some preparations, he may not be able to place such a ban, and he is another killer.

However, this is something that will happen in the future. At least the actions just now prove that the teleportation array is hidden and not afraid of others' discovery, which is enough.

In fact, this teleportation array has been circulated in my uncle's house for countless years and has been known to outsiders, so it can be seen that it must be extraordinary, but that is just a reason. After trying it out personally, Zhang Fan finally felt relieved.

After all, if you have to return to Qinzhou in a hundred years, it would be a tragedy if your future path is cut off.

Everything was over. Zhang Fan looked at it for a moment and stopped. He took Wan'er's little hand and immediately turned into a flowing light and disappeared.

In the distance, whether it is a giant city or the eight surrounding small cities, there are streams of light coming and going, like meteor showers, never stopping.

In terms of the density of monks, it was only seen by Zhang Fan in his life. Even in the prosperous market, there were no such people who could see so many immortals entering and leaving at once.

Seeing this, Zhang Fan raised his eyebrows but did not express much.

He wouldn't be so naive that he used this to compare the number of immortals on the ground and the surface. In fact, when he saw that giant city, he knew that the way the immortals in the underground world survived was very different from the surface.

On the surface, except for the mountain cities established by some small families, there are no immortal cultivators living in the city, just some unreliable cultivators. At most, they are just homes from all over the world, or find a place to live in the market.

Most immortal cultivators either open caves in sects or where there are spiritual veins.

The underground world is different. Judging from the size of this city and the temporary cultivators of Buchengka, they are living in the city. How could they spend so much effort on the survival of some mortals?

As for why they did this, we need to understand it later.

The stream of light flashes and disappears in a flash.

Zhang Fan did not choose to enter the city like those streamers. The situation was not clear at this time. He rashly entered the place where the cultivators gathered. Maybe something unexpected happened. It would be better to know more about it.

Holding this thought, Zhang Fan took Wan'er's hand and appeared directly in a small village.

It is said to be a village. However, looking at the surrounding layout, it looks more like a tribe that lives by hunting.

It is now dusk underground. The work of the day has just ended. All the residents are in the village, eating or chatting, gathering together in groups of three or three.

Therefore, as soon as Zhang Fan appeared, they immediately discovered it.

"ah!"

First, there was a scream, then a "slam" and everyone fell to the ground, touching the ground with their foreheads, looking extremely respectful.

In the village, there was no sound, and no one spoke.

"Um?"

Zhang Fan frowned slightly. He even saw that a two or three-year-old child, without the urging of an adult, knelt obediently on the ground, without any clamor or quarrel. At most, he would just look around curiously.

Not only the child, but also the adults around him, secretly looked at Zhang Fan in the way they thought they were the most secret.

"strangeness!"

Zhang Fan was surprised by the attitude of these villagers.

This first contact made him see a completely different situation from the surface.

Mortals on the surface of the earth can only respond to two kinds of reactions.

It was fear. He was trembling and wanted to run away, as if he was shooting a wolf, tiger and leopard;

The second is ecstasy. When I pounced on it, I wanted to become a disciple. This was poisoned by folk legends, but many people were outstanding in talent. Therefore, when embarking on the path of immortality, there are often down-and-out scholars in the mortal world who accidentally got the fate of immortality. From then on, this is how the legend came about.

The villagers in front of us are obviously different.

There is no fear or ecstasy in their eyes, but only infinite awe. This is the respect and envy of the superiors from the bottom of their hearts. If you really want to talk about it, it is probably similar to that of ordinary people who are surprised by their parents, and at most they are stronger to the extent.

Zhang Fan's thoughts changed and he roughly understood.

In this underground world of immortal cultivation, all immortal cultivators live in the city. It is obvious that the surrounding area is not peaceful, and it can even be said to be full of crises. As for where the danger comes from, you need to know it again.

At this time, he only knew that in this environment, he was mixed with immortal cultivators, and it was not surprising that these mortals had such a special mentality.

This is the awe and respect that naturally arises for the owners of powerful forces, protecting their patron saints, just like the ancient ancestors who worship the Holy Emperor who led them to fight against monsters and cruel living environments from the heart.

After thinking it through, Zhang Fan didn't care anymore, but just comforted Wan'er, who seemed a little frightened. Then he quietly stood there, while looking at the environment in the village, waiting for someone who could speak to appear.
To be continued...