In a forest, Chen Fan sat and exhaled, the dappled sunlight came in through the cracks in the trees, Chen Fan stretched out his hand, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and walked out of the Kunlun Seven Pavilion, it had been half a month, Chen Fan rushed to this Buzhou Gate all the way.

Not Zhoumen, in the realm of heaven and man, it is one of the heavenly sects, but in Chen Fan's eyes, there is no more than Erer.

Compared with Buzhoumen, the most famous should be this Buzhou Mountain, Buzhou Mountain is a mythical place, back then, by the sons of a hundred schools of thought, moved into the world of heaven and man, so there is no such place on the earth, only recorded in the Book of Mountains and Seas.

Buzhou Mountain leads to the sky, straight to the sky, compared to this Buzhou Mountain, the Buzhou Gate at the foot of the mountain, small as an ant attached to this mythical mountain, and in fact, the sect under the Buzhou Mountain, through the generations, has not known how much has changed, like the weeds growing on the hills, only this peak, for hundreds of millions of years, eternal and unfalling.

"Whew. Chen Fan exhaled a breath, took out a wine gourd from the acceptance ring, carefully poured it into a sip, and entered his mouth, this sip of elixir wine was poured in, and immediately turned into a large pure force, submerged into Chen Fan's body, at the moment, Chen Fan did not dare to slack off, his body was warm, and the true qi consumed by the exorcism step along the way was quickly replenished, and at this time, it was also the best time for cultivation progress, Chen Fan could not waste a drop.

Although his body was already very tired, Chen Fan took a deep breath, and still did not miss this opportunity to practice, meditating silently and refining this elixir wine.

This pot of complete elixir wine is still very precious to Chen Fan, and Chen Fan is not willing to drink it, so he only takes a sip carefully every five days, and he does not dare to waste a trace of medicinal power.

Closed his eyes, meditated silently on his knees, for about an hour, a warm force in his stomach, which completely dissipated, transformed into a trace of pure true qi, and embraced into Chen Fan's body, and Chen Fan's cultivation made steady progress again.

Exhaling a breath, a silver rune appeared again above Chen Fan, this is a "three-grade rune!"

This silver rune is also very brutal, and when it receives a fatal blow, it can instantly burst out with a powerful force, which is used to resist damage and also use it to counterkill opponents.

Obviously, such a rune is not the standard configuration of Kunlun Seven Pavilions, such a three-grade rune is already considered a luxury, obviously, this is Gu Zheng'an's deliberate refining, and he sealed it in this silver rune with the power of his full blow.

Chen Fan's heart warmed, put this away, and looked forward.

"It's not far enough to go around the mountain, you have to walk on your legs, and you don't know when you have to go. ”

"Along the way, I went to many big cities and took the teleportation array to get here, but looking at this schedule, it should be there in half a month. ”

"But there's one more thing. ”

Chen Fan's fingers clenched slightly, and in his eyes, a different color flashed, these days, Chen Fan heard a news, Yin Yang Ghost Ji these days, in the search for the secret base of the burial organization, in two months, destroyed five, a few days ago, Yin Yang Ghost Ji destroyed another one, in that base, thirty congenital burial people, as well as thirty ghosts, none of them survived, and they were all killed.

An archdeacon of the Congenital Eight Realms in the burial base was beheaded, the body was at both ends, and the burial suffered heavy losses, and since then he has died down, and he will no longer set foot in the scope of the Yin-Yang Sect for half a step.

Now it is rumored that the Yin Yang Ghost Ji is so powerful that it has been killed to the point that even this burial organization is terrified and does not dare to provoke it, Yunyun.

But when Chen Fan heard this, he frowned, because Chen Fan remembered something, that is, Wu Buzheng was dormant in the Sword Sect at this time, but now, he was forced out of his true body by Chen Fan.

That is to say, this timeline has been changed, and it is difficult to say whether this Wu Buzheng will act in advance in this life and create this world's largest case!

Thinking of that big case, Chen Fan was worried, no matter what happened to his master, but the suspicion that the Yin Yang Ghost Ji was his master had not been ruled out at all, so Chen Fan couldn't watch this happen.

It's a pity that with Chen Fan's current strength, he is not able to intervene, Chen Fan can only be secretly anxious.

"Wu Buzheng, I hope you don't mess with me. Chen Fan secretly clenched his fists.

After resting for a while, Chen Fan set off again, and went straight to Buzhoumen, along the way, Chen Fan once again reviewed the target of this time, Mo Qian, one of the officials of Buzhoumen, has a wife and four concubines, a son and three daughters, and occupies a city in a secular city in a sphere of influence near Buzhoumen.

And right now, these people are threatened, and Chen Fan is going to take them all out.

That's all Chen Fan knows now.

"Fortunately, although this city is within the sphere of influence of Buzhoumen, but, in the final analysis, it is still far away from Buzhoumen, and I will not directly collide with people who are not Zhoumen. ”

However, as far as the description in this letter is concerned, this is still vague, and this time it is also full of traps, and the good luck is unpredictable. ”

Hateful is hateful, this Mo Qian did not leave enough information to prove what kind of strength this Cao Xiuzhi is, and Chen Fan, after all, is only a figure at the level of a disciple of the Seven Lords of Kunlun and the Four Pavilions.

It would be unwise to collide directly with such an elder-level figure.

A few days later, when Chen Fan hurried to the matter, from a long distance, he could see such a shocking scene, far away, a mountain peak straight into the sky, standing up to the sky, this is the pillar of the "sky", the entire sky, relying on this mountain peak.

Because the mountain is so large that the sky is so dark and dim that everything is destroyed, and no living thing is visible, and the mountain is so great that it almost cuts off the heaven and earth, and cannot be circumnavigated.

Under the huge Buzhou Mountain, this Buzhou Gate that stretches for thousands of miles, is pitiful like a sesame seed, just like a scar growing on the body of a giant.

"Don't go around the mountains ......!"

The land of mythology, anyone who comes here for the first time, will feel shocked and at a loss, even if Chen Fan has seen this sacred mountain since the birth of Hongmeng Heaven and Earth many times, Chen Fan still can't stop being shocked.

“。。。 ”

On the earth, like scars smeared, one after another, the forces of the inconsistencies joined together to become a giant, and in this similar place, there is a city, and in this city, the population is no less than a million, and the master of this family is ,...... Mohism!

The Mo family has absolute control over this city, but by a few months ago, this situation had gradually changed.

From the beginning of the Zhoumen, a group of people gradually came, and this group of people controlled the city, although they had not yet moved, but it could be seen that this was already a storm.

The candles are long, the people of the Mo family are gathered together, a majestic hall, originally this place is extremely glorious, in the past, there was an endless stream of guests, but recently, everything has changed.

The seat of the main seat in the main hall is empty, and outside the main hall, there are many birds at the door.

Looking inside, in the main hall, all the women are a little deserted, the eldest woman, near the Zhou Gate, the pearl of a small royal family, the lord of Zhu, the lord of Zhu has been married into the Mo family for seven years, this will see, the face is a little cold, wearing plain clothes, a white flower on the head, the cheeks are a little cold, a little thin, between the corners of the eyes, it seems that tears are dry.

This woman, only thirty years old, is extremely well maintained, look carefully, this appearance and twenty-year-old girl are not the slightest difference, on the cheeks, pearlescent and delicate, the skin is pink, and a pair of red lips are extremely delicate.

And what is commendable is that she still maintains a royal nobility on her body, although this royal spirit has been seven or eight years, it still cannot be erased.

Looking down, there are four concubines in the hall, all of them are jeweled, extraordinary, placed outside, all of them are famous, even if you look at this appearance, some are in their early twenties, they are really a group of beautiful wives and concubines.

And the old man Mo Qian is already seventy years old, which is not uncommon in the cultivation realm, on the contrary, it is too sparse and ordinary.

A powerful man can often sit on all kinds of stunning colors, and these are not worth remembering.

Like Chen Fan, who is sincere in a mortal woman, is really worthy of being ridiculed.

But how can a room full of weak women not be tempted to watch? Moreover, these people are not very old.

"Master. "A young disciple, in his early twenties, rushed in at the moment, his face was ugly, as soon as he entered the door, he knelt down on one knee and gritted his teeth, "Those people of the Cao family are getting more and more excessive, I took the little boy to go out of the city gate to go shopping, but they were all stopped!"