In the quiet room of the cave, Jin and heat were everywhere, as if a small sun had fallen into the cave!

What occupied most of the saint's room was a fire field like the sun, and the flames like sun bait were constantly licked out, and were forced back by invisible force and concentrated at the center of the fire ball.

There, the fire crows were dancing gracefully, and their movements were stretched gracefully. Every time they spread their wings and claws, they had a kind of demeanor, as if the Supreme demon bird was showing its figure and combing their feathers, which was very different from the past.

From time to time, there were sounds of black slaughter, including ecstasy, pain, and continuous bursts of sounds coming from its body, as if the blood was boiling.

As time goes by, the originally pure red flame gradually turns into a dazzling golden color!

It was Mo Ling who took Fujiye and slowly entered the state under the guidance of Zhang Fan's Dharma Protector and the breath of Dharma phase.

Seeing that everything was on the right track, Zhang Fan, sitting cross-legged in a corner of the quiet room, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Everything from then on depends on Mo Ling’s own efforts. What level can it reach depends on how many golden crow bloodlines it can stimulate with the inspiration of Fusang leaves this time.

This is no longer something that external forces can interfere.

Zhang Fan let out a long sigh, flipped his hands and several things were arranged in front of him.

Fusang branches like coral villages; they are regained their brilliance and are extremely unstable, as if they may burst out at any time; the emerald green Shutong Medicine Garden; a spiritual medicine bag containing the Bodhi seeds obtained from the hands of the Zhilan Tiannv...

Looking at these things, Zhang Fan's eyes gradually became brighter.

At the foot of the small desert mountain, there is a small slope, one tall, strong and strong, the other thin and vulgar, it is Chihuo and Li Fuwu

Once a day, going to this place with the widest view and looking up at Xiaohuang and letting the situation have become something that both of them have to do for a while.

Now, nine months have passed since the two of them were thrown away by Zhang Fan from Xiaohuangliao!

At the beginning, with Zhang Fan's return, the strange atmosphere of the entire Xiaohuang Mountain seemed to disappear out of thin air, which calmed down in their hearts. However, what happened next made them finally let down their hearts, which they had finally let go, and then they were in their throats.

First, there was an inexplicable vibration. Although they could not see it from the air, they who had stepped on the ground could clearly feel it. It seemed that an earthquake had arrived and the mountains collapsed, which scared the villagers almost scattered and fled.

Fortunately, Zhang Fan had already given instructions, and Chihuo and Li Fugui did not dare to neglect them. They quickly comforted the orders of force and kept them, and repeatedly promised that nothing would happen.

Sure enough, it was fine, the shock lasted for a while... and then it stopped and everything returned to silence.

This silence lasted until three months later.

One day three months later, a crow cries suddenly resounded through the small desert mountain area. The sound rushed into the sky and even caused ripples in the Yuanmagnetic clouds. Then a huge golden red figure flew out from the thick clouds of the formation on the small desert mountain, dancing among the clouds, and the joyful and encouraging meaning was undoubtedly revealed.

The huge figure was covered with golden red flames, like a huge ball of fire. With the eyes of Chihuo and Li Fugui, he could vaguely see a huge bird, dancing in the flames like sun wheels, but he could not tell the truth.

The carnival of this firebird lasted for seven days, as if he never knew that he was tired and competing with the Tongtian Divine Fire Pillar. During these seven days, he became another source of light in this area, like the rising sun, scattering light and heat to the fullest.

Seven days later, the firebird, carrying endless light and heat, seemed to finally feel tired, fell back into the small desert mountains, with thick clouds rolling on the moldy cover, and no trace was found again.

Chihuo and Li Fugui thought that the matter was over and Zhang Fan should have come out, but they never thought that there was still no movement, as if nothing had happened, and there was peace in the entire deserted mountain.

At this time, the two of them remembered what Zhang Fan said when he threw them out.

“Secret!”

Could he be in seclusion?

Thinking of this, whether it was Chihuo or Li Fugui, he was nervous and bitter.

It is not surprising that cultivators of the level of Zhang Fan have been in seclusion for ten or twenty years, but it is really bad news for the two of them.

Li Fugui is a little better, after all, it can be considered more or less a foundation-building stage. It is not a big problem to live for a few decades, so Chihuo is different.

No matter how strong he is, he is just a mortal. Over the years, his body has become more and more attractive. If he really comes out in another twenty years, I really don’t know if he can see that day.

Therefore, regardless of the rift between the two, Chihuo pulled Li Fugui every day to this small slope and looked up at the deserted cave, hoping that one day he would see Zhang Fan again.

Such days have been repeated for days and it has been nine months since then.

Looking at Chihuo who was squatting aside and Shen Ziwu said nothing like a rock, Li Fugui sighed... and said, "Shi Tou, what are you asking the boss for? Tell me to tell me about it, maybe I can help you?"

"How to say it, brother, I am also a dignified cage monk."

Li Fugui patted his chest and said loudly, only when he mentioned the four words "foundation monk" that he lowered his voice a little.

He still has this self-knowledge. With his level at the bottom among foundation-building monks, any foundation-building level can abuse him. He is a bit lacking in confidence when talking about these four words.

Hearing this, Chihuo moved his body, glanced at him, and said, "I want my son to become a disciple of the sect, be proud, can you?"

,Well"

Li Fugui swallowed. Yongmo shook his head honestly.

Not to mention letting Bilu become a disciple of the sect, he himself would not have such blessings. Even if he wanted to brag, Chihuo would have to believe it!

Still in Chihuo, he had no hope for him, but just murmured to himself: "I, Chihuo, worked hard all my life, and I can't become an immortal cultivator. My son must be able to do it. I must make him a master like the Lord!"

Speaking of this, his spirit suddenly became excited, and the centipede scars on his face turned bright red, as if his whole body was full of vitality. He gradually climbed into the earth and was hard to see any older appearance.

"well".

Li Fugui sighed and was about to say something, but suddenly stopped.

, Chihuo, look! Yes..."

Chihuo didn't need him to remind him. Before Li Fugui finished speaking, he saw him jumping up from the ground with a look of ecstasy on his face. He looked up at the small desert mountain soil, and the boiling thick clouds were rolling.

In an instant, thick clouds scattered everywhere, and a staircase suddenly appeared among the clouds. A big bird covered in golden flames flew out of it, flapping its wings and suddenly approached.

As the distance was closer, with their eyesight, they could finally see clearly.

This firebird sounds like a crow, but judging from its posture soaring in the sky, it has nothing to do with the crow. Even the proud goshawk has less of aura that can hit the sky.

Not to mention the burning flames that burned all over the body, causing the air around them to twist.

Under the cover of the hot flames all over the body, they could vaguely see that the feathers of the firebird were constantly emitting dark golden light in the pure black, as if they were essentially made of pure gold, with only a layer of black paint on the surface.

And all of this, whether it is the agile and graceful figure, the burning flames all over the body, or the feathers that look black and gold, have lost all their brilliance in front of the three long tail feathers.

As soon as everyone sees this firebird, their eyes will inevitably be sucked away by its three tail feathers, and the two of them are no exception.

What kind of feathers are that? Three!

First, the long body of the firebird is swaying in the air, constantly emitting hazy and brilliant brilliance, which has a scent of the audience. "In a trance, people feel that these three tail feathers are the body of the firebird.

Next is the beauty, dazzling gold, which is truly made of pure gold, and there is no bright color, not to mention that this pure gold color, when it flashes by, it leaves behind a iridescent splendor.

Finally, the firebird, which was extraordinary at first sight, looked away from the earth, and a figure standing with his hands behind his back jumped into the eyes of Chihuo and Li Fugui.

A Zhang Fan!

"You guys are not bad!"

A clear voice came, and Si Shi crawled with smiles on the faces of Chihuo and Li Fugui.

After one month, a young man who looked like Chihuo stepped into the mountain gate of Wulei Sect.

This young man who is strong and has muscles all over his body. He is not like a cultivator and is more like a martial artist. As soon as he enters the mountain gate, he becomes the focus of many people's attention.

His background is particularly talkative.

It is said that this person was a powerful man from the Jindan stage and Han Yue from Xuanyin Sect went out together, and found an elder of the Wulei Sect before he was able to enter the mountain gate.

His identity suddenly became mysterious among ordinary disciples of the Five Thunder Sect.

At the same time, a small immortal cultivation family was established, and the head of the family was said to be surnamed Li.

On the same day when the family was established, the head of the Li family married eighteen wives in one go, looking like he wanted to vigorously spread his branches and leave his own lives.

This is not surprising, at least it cannot attract the attention of immortal cultivators. What is strange is that on the day the head of the family was established, Xuanyin Sect, Hehuan Sect, Yan Family and other immortal cultivators sent people to congratulate him. Xu Fan of Hehuan Sect and Old Master Yan of Yan Family were even present in person, which can be said to have given enough face.

Although the head of this family is so vulgar, he is still only in the foundation-building stage cultivation. It is rumored in the Poshan City that he had no idea what luck he had. He was protected by Xuanyin Sect, Hehuan Sect, and an unknown master of Jiedan. There was no major change, and he could be said to be as stable as Mount Tai.

For a time, he became a new favorite who was sought after by a group of casual cultivators. Every day, there were countless people who came to visit him, and he had a faint sense of prosperity.
Chapter completed!