At first sight, an incredible look suddenly appeared on Zhang Fan's face, and a red light suddenly came, dyeing all over his body.

Just when he first saw something hidden in the confused way, a crow cries resounded throughout the medicine field.

Involuntarily, the three-legged golden crow Dharma image appeared behind him, and a huge figure enveloped him, except for the red light that never disappeared in the circle. Everything else suddenly darkened.

The sound of the crow cry is different from the usual ones. There is a kind of charm and a kind of spirituality. It seems that the ancient demon emperor has really come alive and is venting the joy of rebirth and endless desire.

At the same time, the waist trembled violently, with a huge amplitude and a violent vibration. It was far better than when Bi Ling appeared before.

Looking at the spiritual herb in front of him that stirred up all the drastic changes, Zhang Fan almost unconsciously wiping it around his waist. A black shadow appeared and roared out, hovering over the large area of ​​fiery red, whistling. He was obviously indefinitely eager, but he didn't dare to go down. Finally, he narrowed, countless times, and fell on Zhang Fan's shoulder with grievance, pecking at his hair, as if he wanted to beg and acted coquettishly.

This time, Zhang Fan was awakened, "For example, he woke up in a dream and murmured:

"How could it be it

"help".

In just four short words, it seemed to be infinitely heavy, and it took a while for him to spit out intact from his mouth.

"Tanggu Fusang, bathed in ten days."

"The sun rises under Fusang, brushes the treetops and rises. It shines on all sides of your arms."

"There are layers above and below, nine below and one above. It is where you live for ten days!"

According to legend, there are Fusom trees in the East China Sea. Ten three-legged golden crows live on the ground, and they fly from Fusom trees every day. The sun shines everywhere. When the big ones fall back to the trees, the night comes and the jade rabbit is shining brightly.

One day, ten days will pass away, the rivers will cry, the lake will bottom, the earth will crack, the sea will retreat, all things in the world will be devastated.

The great god Houzhen leans on his sword outside the sky, hangs a bow and fusang, and shoots arrows for nine days to save the people.

The legend is a legend, and no one knows whether the Later Yi really shot the nine-day shooting, but the Fusang tree is closely related to the three-legged golden crow, just like a phoenix and a phoenix to the green wood of the sycamore tree, is undoubtedly unquestionable.

The complete Fusang sacred tree is the spiritual root of the sky, as famous as the ginseng fruit tree, Yaochi wedding peach, etc. According to the records of the ancestors, the tree was born on the Sun Star, with a tree of two thousand feet long and more than two thousand in size. The trees were born at the same roots and depended on each other, so it was named Fusang.

The one in front of you is certainly not, but if you want to say that it has nothing to do with it, Zhang Fan can dig out his eyes.

There is an extremely small spiritual herb on the ground less than ten feet ahead. If it weren't for the red light soaring into the sky, people would have been unable to ignore it, and they might have really ignored the past.

It is only the length of the palm, as slender as ordinary people's fingers, and is crystal clear, as if it is carved from red crystal. When you look at it intently, you can even see the clear veins spreading in its body. In the veins, the spiritual energy is as rich as crystals, flowing to the top.

At the top of this small branch, a small leaf as big as a thumb fluttered in the wind, and every vein on it was extremely clear, as if it was carved with a carving knife.

The moment he saw this branch, he had not yet recognized its roots and feet. Zhang Fan's three-legged golden crow Dharma image, a different kind of fire crow, and the Mo Ling with the golden crow bloodline all changed, indirectly explaining its identity.

If only this is the case, Zhang Fan would not be sure. After all, how could the legendary treasure like Fusang Tree appear in front of him so easily?

But what happened next confirmed everything.

The three-legged golden crow crow cried, and it was not only Zhang Fan, but also the branches of the Fusang tree themselves!"

The dazzling golden flame, with endless vitality in the violent destruction, was the flame sun golden flame that he was too familiar to be familiar to.

There are only one spiritual objects in the sky and the earth that can burst out the golden flame of the sun, and there is nothing else! Fusang wood!

Not only that, when the sun was covered with golden flames, golden light spots floated out, and above the branches of Fuso, intertwined with the golden-red spiritual energy, and finally brought out a vague phantom.

As if guarding something, as soon as the phantom appeared, three feet stood in the air, and their wings spread wide and the dazzling gold color suddenly became the only color in the world.

After all, it was the manifestation of spiritual energy, and it was finally the echo of the branches of Fusang to the breath of the golden crow. This aura resembled the phantom of Zhang Fan's Dharma image. However, it had existed for a moment and then dissipated in the air. Only the terrifying heat wave that was like the sun that had been making sunshine for many years, which was still spread in the medicine field.

"The branches of Fusang are actually branches of Fusang! I really didn't expect that Shutong Mouse was brought from where he got it."

Perhaps because he did not have the same accumulation of his previous life as Zhang Fan, the Ku Taoist was so excited that he saw the branches of Fusang, but he woke up earlier and sighed.

"Old Ku, do you know Fusang Wood? Zhang Fan did not know the strange way.

"Why don't you know it? Are you a ignorant old man?" The Ku Taoist said angrily: "The strongest fire root of the small world of Fusang wood, the most treasure of fire, the beginning of the great sun!"

"I don't know if Wanmuwen is needed. Didn't that old man get more and more successful?"

"You think you are getting back and forth?"

Zhang Fan complained in his heart, and was very strange. The Ku Taoist could know Fusang wood and know that it was the most powerful fire spirit root of heaven and earth, but he didn't know the three-legged golden crow that once dominated the world. It was so strange!

This doubt lingered in his heart for many years, and he was not in a hurry to answer it. He quickly threw it behind his mind and continued to look at the inconspicuous Fusom branch in front of him with satisfaction.

The young man, he said leisurely: "Old Ku, have you said before who is the treasure hunter?"

"Ha ha ha ha.

"Needless to say, it must be Shutong's old man. He must have been a treasure hunter in his previous life.

The Taoist Ku laughed and instantly threw his previous comments to the Toothless Monster out of the sky, praising Shutong's ability to hunt treasures.

Zhang Fan nodded with deep conscience, then reached out to comfort Mo Ling who became more restless if he hadn't been afraid of the golden flame of the sun, he would have pounced on him.

As for the wild monkey Biling, when the branches of Fusang showed a red light to the sky, they had already hid a hundred feet away. The cat was trembling behind a strange rock, and no longer scratched his ears and heads before, hoping to break the ban.

Boy, you have such a good luck. Now when you see this Fusang tree, I finally know what spiritual thing is most suitable for your soul dependence!”

"The soul depends on it?"

Zhang Fan suddenly looked back and said, he had heard the word "君君" countless times, but at this moment, he seemed to have the meaning of detail.

"It's the soul's dependence!"

"The so-called primordial spirit relies on it, after the transformation of the gods, the primordial spirit leaves its body, attaches itself to the spiritual objects in the world, sacrifices it with your heart, and turns into the body of the spiritual objects, so that all the power of the primordial spirit can be exploded, and the magical powers of the spiritual objects themselves can be borrowed. This is the real fighting method in the God Transformation Period!"

"Boy, you are wood again, with the two spiritual roots of fire. It is perfect match with the wood in the fire and the fire on the wood. It is the most suitable one. If you use Fusang wood as the soul to support it, you will be invincible in the world."

Speaking of this, even the Taoist Ku still feels a little fascinated.

"Invincible hand in the world?!"

How wonderful it was? Zhang Fan couldn't help but become confused. After a while, he came to his senses and asked in surprise: "Old Ku, what do you mean is this Fusang wood to serve as a support for the soul?

"Think beautifully!"

Without thinking, the Ku Taoist poured a basin of cold water.

"This Fusang branch is at best just a fork of the Fusang branch under the tree. It is not a real spiritual object of heaven and earth. With him as your support, do you want to be the bottom of the god transformation?"

In the voice of the bitter Taoist who hated the iron, Zhang Fan shook his head repeatedly, jokingly, and worked hard to practice until the God Transformation Stage, and became the bottom figure. With his pride, how could he bear it?

"What do you mean by Ku Lao?"

"Then you have to ask, try your best. In the next thousand years, find a piece of real essence of the branches of Fusang wood. Therefore, the world of the three realms and thousands of worlds will not let you gallop?! In the language of the extremely inspiring Daoist, Zhang Fan silently said nothing. Is it so easy to obtain the branches of Fusang wood?

Fusang wood has the saying that it is located on the top and the bottom nine. The nine branches below are the so-called lower branches. The unique Fusang branch at the top is the essence of the upper branches.

"Is this thing possible?"

Zhang Fan is deeply suspicious of this!

In any case, the tasks that came to this thousand years have nothing to do with the present. The innate shortcomings have always been at the moment. He was determined to be attentive. He immediately put aside this matter and stared at the Fusang branch in front of him and said, "Old Ku, then what do you think that my uncle has devoted his thousand years of power to plant this small Fusang branch?"

The Fusom tree, which is almost unique, naturally cannot be cultivated from a small attached branch. He does this. It must have another purpose.

"It's probably just to force out that leaf?" Ku Dao Ren said with no certainty.

On the branches of Fusang, the small leaf is only the size of a thumb, and looks extremely thin, as if it is malnourished, but the spiritual energy contained in it is scary, as if it is condensed from the most refined and pure brilliance.

Now that I think about it, I am afraid that after Shu Tong got this small piece of attached branch, he found a little bud on it, as if a leaf was about to be generated. I guess he couldn't bear to waste it, so he planted it and gave birth to it with infinite spiritual power of wood, to force this Fusang leaf out!

After that, he disappeared, and this thing was left vacant for thousands of years, and eventually it became cheaper to Zhang Fan.

Now, after the initial shock passed, Zhang Fan's mind woke up again. He looked at the Fusang leaf, and then glanced at Mo Ling who was sitting on his shoulder and almost pecked his feathers one by one.

A sudden movement in my heart!
Chapter completed!