I am happy to be dry and boiled in the ground, Dongyang Peak. Only Zhang Ji is left.

It was noon at this time, and the dazzling light shone on the table in front of Zhang Fan, rendering a dazzling golden yellow.

On the table, the golden crow feathers returned by Xu Chengjiao shine brightly, reflecting dazzling light and brilliance under the sunlight, just like shining on a mirror, or in a clear stream.

After all, he is not Zhang Fan's disciple. Naturally, he is not qualified to hold this treasure.

The gifts were given earlier were just to facilitate his actions in Wuhui Valley and to communicate with the Queen of Fire Crow.

Now that the mission is over, Zhang Fan needs no need to say much. Xu Cheng consciously handed it back.

This thing did not distract Zhang Fan from any attention, but he put away his sleeves. Then he solemnly opened the purple gold Qiankun bag and poured out the things on the table.

As soon as the things in the Qiankun bag were seen, the light shone straight into the sky in a moment. At that moment, it seemed as if the light of the sun at noon was covered by it."

Zhang Fan gasped and a hint of enthusiasm appeared in his eyes.

Although I had already known what was inside after my spiritual investigation, I was not as shocked as I could when I saw him in person.

“Scroll”

A sound like a splitting silk came in the air, followed by a whistling sound of breaking through the air, just like something swept through the air at a rapid speed, like a slashing through the air.

In a blink of an eye, a shadow enveloped, and Zhang Fan was separated by dozens of feet from the distance, from day to dark night, only the golden light on the table was still dazzling.

"Guilishan"

The extremely excited and extremely excited crow crow cries came from the air, and then the "flash" sounded, and a dark golden glow pounced on the table.

A Mo Ling!

Mo Ling undoubtedly fell from the sky.

Over the years, Zhang Fan has rarely bound the mo spirit in the bag of spirit beasts, mostly releasing it, allowing it to fly freely within the mountain gate of the Faxiang Sect. He occasionally goes out of the mountain gate and plays fun near the Lianyun Mountains without any restraint.

Anyway, everyone knows that this terrifying demon bird is a spiritual beast of Donghua Real Person. Who dares to make a rude idea?

Not only did he not dare, but people often feed him various spiritual herbs, and they all received the favor of this spirit bird, thus gaining the intention of Zhang Fan to support him.

As a result, over the years, Mo Ling has eaten countless snacks outside, but no one has succeeded, which is quite discouraging.

There are countless spiritual herbs used as snacks, and sometimes spiritual pills are used as desserts. Mo Ling's physical strength has reached the seventh level, roughly similar to the seventh level Han Ro in the past, and has fallen into a dilemma like him. He is not able to transform himself after all.

At this time, Mo Ling narrowed down to a small and delicate body. She was like an ordinary little fire crow, jumping on the table, looking at this and that, but the kitchen was not in front of her and did not dare to touch her. Finally, with a "swoosh", she rushed to Zhang Fan's shoulder, grabbed his hair and acted coquettishly.

Seeing Mo Ling's reaction, Zhang Fan's eyes lit up, and he even more affirmed his thoughts.

I saw him chatting with Xu Cheng boring before, and Mo Ling didn't know where to go to have fun. As a result, the thing in the purple gold Qiankun bag was exposed. It shot back instantly. If I didn't notice anything, it would be a ghost.

He reached out and stroked the feathers with dark golden light in the darkness, comforted Mo Ling, who was obviously anxious, and Zhang Fan moved his eyes to the table again.

There are only two things to say.

The most eye-catching thing is undoubtedly the source of light that can compete with the sun in the sky.

Like Zhang Fan, Mo Ling also turned his gaze to the table. Apart from the anxious surprise, he was still a little confused. He occasionally raised his tail and poked out the three golden feathers, which was quite similar to those on the table.

On the table, there are seven dazzling golden feathers, although they are placed in a little messy manner, but they cannot cover up their peerless charm. Just like a peerless sword, even if it is hidden in the sheath, it cannot cover up its endless sharpness.

After comparing for a long time, Mo Ling lowered her head dejectedly. Obviously, she found that her proud feathers were not as good as those seven on the table.

At this time, Zhang Fan no longer cared about its little thoughts.

"Golden Crow Feather!"

"This is worthy of the name of Golden Crow Feather!"

Zhang Fan's heart was stirred and he was about to shout.

The master of the art of the art, plus the eyes of the inheritor of the Great Sun Golden Crow Dharma, are naturally not comparable to Mo Ling's judgment by instinct.

When he saw these seven feathers at first sight, he knew that these were golden crow feathers several times stronger than Mo Ling’s three tail feathers.

Zhang Fan's unlimited supply and careful cultivation over the years, Mo Ling's strength has long surpassed the Fire Crow Queen who made him admire him.

It can be said that it has long been better than blue. In other words, these seven feathers are definitely impossible to be taken off by the Queen of Fire Crow.

Looking at the newer Wuchao, it is not difficult to know that the strength of the Fire Crow Queen is probably the best among the Fire Crow Kings of all dynasties. She can't do it, let alone the rest.

The origin of these golden crow feathers is very

Although it is not certain that this is the real Golden Crow that fell off, no matter what, it is already a top-notch treasure of heaven and earth, which is enough to allow him to refine a treasure that is the most distinguished.

“Wouldn’t that mean

Zhang Fan moved his eyes to another inconspicuous thing next to the boat, and his heart suddenly moved, his heart "bang bang" sounded, almost jumping out of his chest.

Over the years, there is rarely such excitement. Zhang Fan smiled self-deprecatingly, then calmed down his mood, and withdrew his sleeves, put away the seven golden crow feathers that he had made up his mind to refine magic weapons, and at the same time highlighted another thing left on the table.

As the golden crow feather disappeared, Mo Ling fluttered and almost jumped up from his shoulders. Of course, it was not for those feathers, but for the less obvious small thing under its cover.

At this time, there were only three blood-red balls the size of a thumb on the table, which were still frozen. The light was dark and at first glance, it seemed to be bloody. When you look at it again, it seemed to have absorbed all the light in the world, as deep and oily as black as a black hole, as if there was endless power brewing in it.

"Essence and blood!"

"Is this the Golden Crow Essence Blood?"

These three blood-red balls are undoubtedly the essence and blood.

Losing the cover of the golden crow feathers, three essence and blood auras emanated, causing a huge phantom to appear behind Zhang Fan. If Zhang Fan had not been able to have a higher cultivation level, his control over the Dharma image would have become more and more profound. He might have emerged involuntarily like when he was a young man.

There is no physical comparison and no classics for inquiry. Like the seven golden crow feathers, Zhang Fan cannot confirm its origin. Undoubtedly, even if it is not from the Great Sun Golden Crow itself, it is not much different. It must be someone with extremely pure bloodlines.

"Far better than Mo Ling!"

This is true for both feathers and essence and blood.

Thinking of this, Zhang Fan's mind was intrigued and his eyes swept back and forth between Mo Ling and the three essences and bloods on the table, as if there was something difficult to resolve."

A crow crow suddenly rang out.

Zhang Fan still pondered, his hand slid. Mo Ling actually slid out of his hand and rushed out of a piece of essence and blood on the table.

After all, Mo Ling is at the seventh level of cultivation, and he does not have strict control. This is inevitable. This shows how much attraction this essence and blood are to Mo Ling, and it cannot control his instinctive desire.

At that moment, before Mo Ling could hold the essence and blood into her mouth, Zhang Fan's sleeves trembled and was about to stop him. When he was about to take action, he suddenly condensed again, and all kinds of thoughts flashed through his mind. He finally relaxed.

The moment he held the essence and blood, Mo Ling seemed to break free from his instinctive impulse. He turned around and looked at Zhang Fan strangely, seeing that he did not stop him. Huan screamed, and without hesitation, he swallowed one of the essence and blood directly into his stomach.

What it didn't know was that at this time, Zhang Fan also secretly complained in his heart:

"I hope its instinct is correct, otherwise it will be bad if it is burst."

He had already made up his mind to fulfill Mo Ling's promise, so the remaining two essences and bloods were not put away. Although it was of great use, if Mo Ling needed it, he would not mind making it.

After all, I have been together for more than a hundred years, and my feelings are even more profound than those apprentices.

Fortunately, I don’t know if it’s enough to hold on or be restrained. After Mo Ling swallowed a golden crow blood, he

With a "boom", I flapped my wings and flew into the sky, and I didn't look at the remaining two essences and bloods on the table.

“Huhuhuhuhuhuhuhu”

The sky is full of roaring worship

As soon as he soared in the sky, Mo Ling showed her huge body, flying back and forth in the air, rolling, and gradually, her body blurred. A cloud of bright light, like the rising red sun, enveloped her body.

"Is that?"

Zhang Fan stood up with a "blind" look, and his eyes were filled with divine light, which directly hit Mo Ling's body through the infinite fog.

"Transformation?".

"Ha ha

Long laughed out loud, Zhang Fan wiped his sleeves and gathered the remaining two pieces of essence and blood. As for how he used him, he couldn't think too much about it.

At this time, there was only the big thing in his heart that the transformation of the Mo Ling was, and nothing else.

However, on the mysterious kung fu, the sound of crows crying in the sky on the Dongyang Peak, but there was no trace of the ink spirit. There was only a red sun, rising and falling, sprinkling countless lights. "Rumbling"

The thunder in the dry land resounded like a thunder, echoing across the entire mountain gate of the Faxiang Sect.

A moment ago, the sky, which was still clear in the sky, suddenly covered the dark clouds, constantly squeezing and gathering, revealing a purple meaning with infinite destructive power.

"Heavenly Tribulation!"

Countless screams came from all corners of the mountain gate of the Faxiang Sect. Countless disciples, regardless of whether they were in seclusion or not, came to the open space as long as there was no major event. Looking up at this rare celestial phenomenon.

"Transformation of Heavenly Tribulation!"

Zhang Fan suddenly clenched his fist, knowing that it had been more than a hundred years since Mo Ling finally came to this point of transformation.
Chapter completed!