Chapter 1247: The magical power tree forms the magical power fruit, divides the treasure rock and divides thousands of treasures

The Eastern Palace of Lianyun Mountains will last for ten years without setting sun.

Zhang Fan was in the Eastern Palace to preach the world, explaining the great way of the Yuanshen and the path of immortality. Those who are destined to come and listen to the sermons. In the past ten years, there were no different teachings. Millions of monks, whether human or demons, all performed disciple etiquette and called "teacher".

Three thousand six hundred and fifty days, the Great Zhou Dynasty was formed, Zhang Fan achieved the reputation of the Eastern Emperor, and the preaching ended.

After he established seven disciples and passed them to the Taoist foundation, the heaven and earth were in harmony and the heaven was filled with thoughts. Whether it was Zhang Fan himself or the millions of immortals who listened to the Tao, they all knew that it was the last moment of this world of spreading the Dharma and guiding immortality.

Countless eyes watched Zhang Fan fly higher and higher under the support of the mysterious yellow clouds, looking straight at the dozens of gods that manifested the clouds, above the magical power tree, and the tops of millions of immortals.

The rolling mysterious and yellow energy, the heaven and earth, poured into Zhang Fan's body, poured into the Eastern Palace, as time passed, gradually rolled like boiling, as if calling something, and as if venting something...

"this……"

Among the millions of immortals, such as Zhu Jiuxiao, who were highly capable and top figures under the transformation of gods, suddenly realized something was wrong when they saw this scene. They rose up one by one, their expressions changed drastically, and they were shocked.

They couldn't understand what these mysterious yellow clouds were? However, the terrifying artistic conception contained in them and the ability to become part of the foundation of the great way are enough to illustrate their extraordinaryness.

Now, these seemingly endless, numerous Xuanhuang clouds transform into airflow, restless and violent, and were implicitly oppressed to a limit, but could not produce qualitative changes and were about to explode.

With Zhu Jiuxiao and his cultivation level, they could have been slimly aware that once these mysterious clouds exploded, millions of people were probably present. Except for a few Taoist Lords of the God of God who had the opportunity to escape, the rest of the people would definitely become powder and have no physiology.

Zhang Fan is in the center, surrounded by the infinite Xuanhuang cloud. If he really continues to develop like this, he will be the first one to die.

At this time when everyone was worried, Zhang Fan, who was in the center of the storm, seemed to have expected it, looked at the clouds of the Shinto Lord, and spoke in his mouth, which came into the ears of millions of immortals:

"I planted a tree of magic powers, and I have a lot of magic powers."

"Today, ten years of preaching will be full, and the supernatural powers are ripe. You can leave a gift for you. You can take it later. Let's take it based on your chance."

...

"What……"

Just as millions of immortals were all showing ecstasy and unable to believe their ears, the magical power tree full of green fruits suddenly shook, and a bright red cloud filled the branches.

One thought and one word, three thousand six hundred and fifty supernatural powers ripen

No need to inform, no one needs to remind you, millions of immortals instantly understood what this means. Isn’t the bright red clouds gathering after they mature? There are also all kinds of bird scales, five directions of divine beasts, and five elements change... Countless auras mixed in the sky above the magical power tree, shining like smoke.

This is the breath of magical powers, the power of the original source, and millions of immortals were all in an uproar. Each of them looked as if they had a substance, staring at them tightly, as if they wanted to use their eyes to pick the magical power fruit and swallow it.

After Zhang Fan's speech fell completely, the magical power fruits that were in the great circumference trembled, with different directions and different speeds. It seemed that he was really looking for someone with a destiny to inherit magical powers.

What Zhang Fan said about "Each way depends on opportunities" is not a lie. In fact, the 3,650 magical power fruits and 3,650 magical powers on this magical power tree are not all created by Zhang Fan personally like the "Chenlong Transformation".

The vast majority of them are those listeners with great supernatural powers. During the listening process, they unconsciously let go of their minds and open their arms, and their thoughts resonate with Zhang Fan's sound of the great way, and they can see a trace of true meaning.

Zhang Fan then combined the true meaning of his enlightened supernatural powers and his own great way to transform into a magical channel fruit. The supernatural powers contained in it are not the original, but are even better than the original.

With his insights on the great way, he is far from comparable to those original owners of those supernatural powers. Even if he has been listening to the sermons for ten years and has been able to stop for a day, he will definitely not be as good as his random improvement.

The fate in Zhang Fan's mouth refers to the original person of those magical powers. The difference is that each magical power often comes from more than one person. Who will eventually fall into this magical power fruit depends on how many chances and luck are.

When the attention of millions of immortals was attracted by the numerous magical power fruits, the Taoist Lords of the Gods present, whether they were the old rabbit corpse, Taoist Taoist and others, or the dozens of gods who were always invisible in the clouds in the sky, frowned or raised their eyebrows, and brought out a bit of a sudden feeling.

"Good boy, what a Donghuang, I understand Master Rabbit."

The old rabbit sighed, and even the carrots in his mouth lost their taste. He shook his head and felt like drinking nectar.

The corpse-abandoned Taoist was also amazed and browsed: "I am willing to change my heart in the sky, and millions of immortals gather their thoughts and thoughts are so good."

"Fellow Daoist Zhang's method is stronger than the method of the Shinto Incense Dharma Body that he obtained from his original deity."

"Ah Bah" the old rabbit sneered and said, "I said to you, old monkey, don't brag about yourself with the rabbit. The method of divine power discussed in the tenth year of Donghuang's sermons is already stronger than you who realize yourself. The use of this at this time is even more eternal. It is connected to the real Tao of the heart of heaven and is even more 'strong'. It's really a horse that doesn't know its face."

The Taoist corpse was blushed when the old rabbit said, "You, you..." After a long time, he couldn't say anything. Who could he hide from everyone's knowledge?

Compared with them, the dozens of transcendent gods in the sky were not so comfortable, and a solemn depression gradually spread.

At the same time, those Xuanhuang Clouds that condensed violently, like a exploding, were half into the Xuanhuang Qingyun on Zhang Fan's top, and half into the Eastern Palace, making them more and more condensed, and the condensation pressure was revealed, like the palace in the sky, occasionally entering the mortal world.

This process lasted for a moment and then slowly slowed down, as if thousands of boatmen could not pull the ship with a huge force, and the subsequent powerlessness showed clues.

"Huh~"

Zhang Fan breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that he had reached an unspeakable state, just like he evolved into various great magical techniques through the Bronze Cauldron's fortune ten years ago. He was just one step away from going further.

"I have been preaching for ten years, and you can all be considered my disciples. How can you be without treasure?"

"Now there is a treasure rock that has scattered thousands of magic weapons. If you have the fate, you can take it yourself."

...

As he spoke, a large area of ​​black and yellow clouds condensed into a huge black and yellow rock that was pointed and flat. The stones fell on it, and it condensed into the three ancient characters "Fenbaoyan" as if it were heaven.

Regardless of the rest, the only thing that is the most obscure and terrifying treasure is the supreme treasure.

The Fenbao Rock was formed, Zhang Fan waved his sleeves again, and his cuffs suddenly swelled, forming a force that covered the sky and the sun. Tens of thousands of various streams of light swarmed out from it and fell on the Fenbao Rock.

"Boom~"

In an instant, endless treasure light burst out from the Fenbao Rock, reflecting the sky above the Lianyun Mountains into a magnificent color, colorful and dazzling. Even the sunset is shining, it is very dreamy.

These tens of thousands of magic weapons were condensed by Zhang Fan's treasure-devouring spiritual energy, which devoured countless spiritual materials and ores, and used his power to surpass the world's art of art and cultivation.

He is the only one in the world. He can make these tens of thousands of treasures without any effort

Such a big deal, naturally he is the only one who can do it

"Divid the treasure rock, disperse the treasures, and leave them with fate?"

All the millions of immortals were crazy about it.

In front of the magical power tree, there are many magical power fruits, and in the back of the treasure rock, there are ten thousand treasures.

What a grand act this was. Zhang Fan's brief words completely sent the entire Lianyun Mountains into the boiling magma, and millions of immortals were all shrouded in a fever.

Even Zhu Jiuxiao, Fengjiuling, Skeleton Real Person, Divine Weapon Real Person... such a Yuanying Real Person cannot remain calm in front of the magical powers and tens of thousands of magic weapons in the Great Zhoutian, let alone those millions of immortals, who are mostly those with low cultivation.

The great opportunity to create the world and create the world, and the unprecedented grand event from ancient times to the present

"Disciple, thank the teacher for his kind gift"

Millions of immortals were blessed to the hearts, and they all thanked each other in unison, and even worshiped them with great gifts, which was a huge crowd.

Zhang Fan nodded slightly and waved his hand and said, "Wait, go and get the treasure."

From beginning to end, his eyes never left the dozens of the God-Transforming Lords manifesting the clouds, as if they were brewing and waiting for something.

Just like him, the dozens of the Divine God Lords did not want to do anything, they were also waiting.

As for what they are waiting for, they are only themselves, and there are a few who are not in the game and who are clear on the sidelines, who can know it clearly.

If the rest are mediocre, how can you understand the mystery?

Just like Zhang Fan gave the magic channel fruit before, as soon as the treasure rock came out, the mysterious yellow clouds filled with heaven and earth were circulating again, as if they were endlessly heavy and overwhelmed. Every turn was a roar, echoing in the sky.

The Xuanhuang Qingyun, which was becoming increasingly large on Zhang Fan's top, was the increasingly earth-shaking Donghuang Palace. All of this had never attracted the attention of millions of immortals. Only the magic channel fruit and the ten thousand treasures on the treasure rock attracted all the attention.

As Zhang Fan said "Go by yourself", millions of immortals could no longer suppress their desires. They rushed up, under the magical power tree and on the treasure rock, there were all over the cultivation of immortals, gathering thousands of people.

In these two places, no matter how high or low the cultivation level or the position, any immortal cultivator is suppressed by an invisible force and cannot engage in action with others. Often, the spiritual energy in the body will dissipate throughout this thought, without exception.

No one was surprised or dissatisfied with this. It can be imagined that it must be Zhang Fan's tricks. Everyone must see the opportunity and get treasures. At best, they are quick and slow, and there will be no treasure hunting battles.

Otherwise, if the grand event that is unprecedented and unprecedented will not be a tragedy, it would be a joke.

On this side, millions of immortals compete for magical powers and obtain magic weapons, which was astonishing as they were;

On the other end, Zhang Fan was depressed by the spirit immortals, and was as deep as a sea of ​​abyss.

Lao Tuzi and others were not moved by the magic channel fruit or the thousands of magic weapons. Dozens of gazes condensed on the surging mysterious clouds.

After a while, the old rabbit, the corpse Taoist, Qingfeng Taoist, etc., who were standing on Zhang Fan's side, frowned and were shocked: "It's not enough, what should I do?"

For a moment, all the eyes of Huashen Daojun present were condensed on Zhang Fan.

"What else can he do?"

ps: Hu~ It’s finally completed, the second update, there are almost ten thousand words today.

I almost couldn't get up in the afternoon, so I rushed to hurry up. After all, I was 20 minutes late, so I felt ashamed~~

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Chapter completed!