After a little settled, Zhang Fan stood up and gave a big gift to the Qi pillar that awakened him from the illusion with unprecedented respect...

Only then did he understand why he could only be allowed to practice for ten days during the advancement period of foundation building.

Before, as soon as my mind entered the Stars of the Zhoutian, I was instantly confused and fell into an illusion. From then on, I couldn't hold on to myself and followed the flow, as if I was the three-legged golden crow that resisted the heaven and earth and looked down on the world.

After all, he did not have the cultivation level of the Foundation Establishment Stage. Even if he realized something was wrong later, he was unable to struggle. If he had no external power, he would inevitably continue to be addicted until his mental strength was exhausted and he died.

Fortunately, at this time, the Nascent Soul Ancestor among the Qi pillars made a statement to awaken him, and the words seemed to have a little transformation.

Although it was impossible to fully understand the other party's kindness, he clearly felt the great gift. This great gift was sincere and had no distractions.

After receiving his gift, the pillar of energy remained motionless, as if nothing had happened, and was still silent.

Zhang Fan didn't care. As soon as he got his mind, he immediately bowed to the other two pillars, turned around and left the hall.

...

A moment later, a voice suddenly rang in the silent hall.

"Old Monster Feng, are you very good to this little baby?"

The voice does not show the age of old age, but instead there is a kind of young child’s tenderness in it, and it is hard to tell the difference between men and women when you hear it.

After a while, the Qi pillar that had spoken out before was hazy and showed a cross-legged figure.

This person looks like a young man, but his temples are like frost, and his eyebrows are like an old man.

He looked straight, but there was no focus, as if he was looking at somewhere in the endless void, remembering something. After a while, he slowly spoke: "After all, he is a descendant of Lie'er."

This statement seemed to touch something. The person who spoke before suddenly remained silent, and the hall also fell silent for a moment.

Just as everything seemed to be over, four words suddenly came out of the air column that had never been moved on the side:

"It's a pity Zhang Lie!"

He was insane, but his tone was strong, and the strong sense of regret was uncovered.

As if it was a conclusion, no one touched it anymore, only a faint sigh sounded, the air column rolled, and soon returned to peace.

At this time, Zhang Fan barely stepped out of the outer door of the Chengcheng Hall. When he looked up, he saw the east turning white and dark scattering. A red sun jumped out and illuminated the earth in an instant.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked directly at the rising Xiri.

There is still the sun in the sky, but there is no golden crow on the earth.

Not immersed in his perception, Zhang Fan just couldn't help but let it flow, and with the attitude of letting it flow, he gradually generated a warm feeling as if he was about to germinate. He was as if he had a big sleep, but he was lazy but awake.

I don’t know how long it took, the sun was getting higher and the light was dazzling. Even if I narrowed my eyes into a gap, I could not bear it and gradually felt a burning sensation.

"It seems that you will have more homework every day in the future." Feeling the faint vitality in the spiritual power in your body, Zhang Fan sighed and said to himself.

After a while, when the burning sensation in his eyes disappeared, he slapped the Qiankun bag, released the flying cloud boat and stepped on it, flying towards his courtyard.

Along the way, Zhang Fan thought secretly, only to feel that the previous practice "The Sutra of Xuanhuo" was indeed a top-notch technique, but it was not suitable for him.

Whether it is his master Han Hao or himself, he all positioned the three-legged golden crow Dharma image in the fire, but he did not know that this fire is not that fire, not just the fire, the meaning of burning, but also the birth and death of all things in it, which is the power of nirvana and the creation of life.

Although I have some understanding, it would be a joke if I say I want to create my own skills.

At this time, it is only in the Qi Refining Stage, so it is okay to continue practicing the Fire Showing Sutra. As for the successful foundation building, you must find a more suitable technique.

While thinking, I quickly returned to my residence.

He didn't stop and went straight to the quiet room. He usually practiced in seclusion.

When I arrived in front of the cloud bed, I lifted the futon and exposed a hole under it.

Seeing that the things inside were as intact as before, Zhang Fan finally breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed.

In the pit, there is a dark black nest with dark red light. Inside, there are two spiritual beast bags and a round and red orb.

It is the spirit beast bag containing the silk silkworm and the mo spirit, as well as the Nine Fire Flame Dragon Ball.

If you don’t bring Mo Ling, one is because you are afraid that he will interfere with his own cultivation, and the other is because you are afraid that it will be too noisy. If you hate the old monster of the Nascent Soul, it will be a pity.

Instead of carrying the silk silkworm and the Nine Fire Dragon Ball with you, it is because of fear.

No one knows the magical powers of the old monster in the Nascent Soul, except for them, and there are even few people who dare to discuss and explore them.

No one knows whether they can detect the Nine Fire Dragon Balls raised in their bodies, or find the silkworms that lead through the spirit beast bag?

No matter which one it is, as long as it happens, it will be a catastrophe.

So Zhang Fan had to put it in his room and cover his breath with a black nest. In theory, this would be safe, but these things were too important to him. Only by seeing them safe with his own eyes can he be completely at ease.

In fact, when it's okay, who would run to search the residence of a Qi Refining Cultivator? Generally speaking, the important things for the monks are carried with them in the Qiankun bag. Even if they are thieves in the cave, they will not be harmful.

Zhang Fan was also affected by the previous influence of Junior Brother Li's release of people without authorization. He subconsciously felt that the courtyard was unsafe, and typical concerns were chaotic.

He hesitated for a while, and finally took out the spirit beast bag containing the mo spirit, and put the other objects together with Wuchao back to their original position.

Although Zhang Fan had already broken all the restrictions when he obtained the Nine Fire Dragon Ball, it can be said that even if someone had left some tricks on it, it had already disappeared.

But I'm not afraid of ten thousand, I'm just afraid of if I want.

After all, the Nine Fire Flame Dragon Ball has been passed down in the Dharma Xiang Sect for thousands of years. Maybe there is something special. You can sense the existence of the secret technique of the pearl. It is a perfect plan. It is better to hide the Wuchao at all times.

After doing all this, Zhang Fan relaxed and felt a strong sense of aggrievance could no longer be suppressed.

First, Ji Zhiyun came to the door and asked unscrupulously that this was pretty good. If he hadn't been a core disciple of the Faxiang Sect and had just made great achievements, he would never have been so polite.

Next, in the Palace of Inheritance, he had to be cautious in every way, and even dared not carry the spirit beast, for fear of offending others by accident and suffering undesirable disasters. This experience of life and death in human hands and without any power to resist made him feel uncomfortable, depressed, and urge to whistle to the sky.

In the end, I had treasures, but I was nervous and thought about them all the time, and was in a panic all day long for the sake of only one possibility.

I didn't feel it, my fists clenched and pinched the joints and made continuous crackling sounds.

This voice also woke Zhang Fan up from his thoughts, and then laughed. He was alone in the quiet room and gritted his teeth. What was it like? How could it be done by a man?

He untied the spirit beast bag with his own hands and released Mo Ling.

Since the day when the shell was broken, Zhang Fan rarely put it in the spirit beast bag in order to make it familiar with the flames of the golden crow, but stayed by his side all the time. This time, he stayed in the bag for ten days, which made the little guy who was not used to coming here.

As soon as it came out, it flew up and down, left and right. After a while, it stood on Zhang Fan's shoulder, buried his little head in his hair and rubbed it randomly. From time to time, it picked up one hair and pulled it lightly, venting its dissatisfaction.

Touching its feathers, Zhang Fan seemed to be talking to Mo Ling, and seemed to be talking to himself, saying, "Are you bored? Do you want to fly freely?"

Looking at Mo Ling's ignorant eyes, he continued:

"I want to!"

"If you think about it, you must become stronger quickly, never end, keep going."
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