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found that the Qiankun pendant had disappeared, and large swaths of sweat seeped out of Meng Fan's forehead.

There are many important things in the Qiankun pendant, such as the peach wood sword, the Sanqing Bell, the Tang knife, the corpse refining furnace, and the demonic heart...... There are also a lot of paper figures prepared before coming to Huyangguan to go undercover, as well as a variety of daily necessities...... Not to mention those body refining pills and the heart books of the Tiangang Annihilation Divine Dao Sutra!

"What the hell went wrong?"

Meng Fan's mind was racing, and he tapped his fingers the door of his head, thinking about it, only to think that Mo Li touched his chest when he checked if he was cheating.

Could it be that Mo Li took it?

But then I didn't think it was possible.

Mo Li is just an ordinary person, and it is very difficult to take something from him, but except for Mo Li, no one has touched his body anymore.

For a while, Meng Fan couldn't find a clue, his mood became depressed, his neck was empty, and the Qiankun pendant disappeared without a trace, if the Qiankun pendant was still there, he waved his hand, and he could take out the peachwood sword, at that time he was still using the peachwood sword to perform tricks for his father, but now......

In the midst of the frustration, he subconsciously waved his hand and said in a slur manner: "Peach Wood Sword ......"

"Whoosh!"

He had an extra peachwood sword in his hand.

"Hey...... It's all hallucinating......" Meng Fan blinked, staring at the peachwood sword in his hand, and suddenly his body shook violently, and he lost his voice, "It's not an illusion!"

"The Qiankun Fall has not disappeared, it has definitely not disappeared!"

Meng Fan thought again, put away the peach wood sword again, and then Tang Dao, Sanqingling, and the paper man ...... Except for the corpse refining furnace, other small objects were taken out and tried, and there was no problem at all!

The Qiankun Fall is gone, but you can still use it!

Things happened quite strangely, Meng Fan hurriedly took off his shirt, looked down at his chest, his expression became strange, and he saw that the traces of the ghost slash had also changed!

At the beginning, the scar of the ghost slash was a half-moon-shaped scar, but now, the scar of the ghost slash has become very small, probably only the size of a fingernail, and it is not a scar, but a faint crescent mark, this mark is very delicate, like a carefully carved tattoo!

"That finger in the illusion ......" Meng Fan's heart set off a stormy wave, "It is the fusion of the Qiankun Fall and the Ghost Slash Scarf!"

Thinking of the scene that happened in the ghost cloud fantasy realm, the ghost general riding a ghost horse slashed the Qiankun pendant with a knife to prevent the paper man from continuing to gush out, and the illusory self pointed at him weirdly and smiled weirdly......

"Understood!" Meng Fan smashed his palm with his fist, "In the future, I must have considered the problem that the Qiankun Fall would be lost, and in the Ghost Cloud Illusion Realm, through a magical means, this problem was solved!"

"The solution is to fuse the Qiankun Fall and the Ghost Slash Scarf!"

"So, that's a great thing!"

Meng Fan was ecstatic, it was a false alarm just now!

Now it seems that that ghost cloud should also be a ghost made by himself in the future, knowing that he will go to the martial arts arena to challenge, and knowing that Zhu Hong will summon the souls under the martial arts arena......

Until the ghost cloud appeared, the ghost eyes opened, sucked him into the illusion, showed him the thrilling battlefield battle, and finally fused the Qiankun Fall and the Ghost Slash Scar......

"I'm so good in the future!"

A smug smile bloomed on Meng Fan's face, and he grinned happily.

"It seems that my Taoism in the future is very powerful, that illusion is a formation, or is it ...... What about the art of dreaming?"

Meng Fanwu pondered to himself, and felt that it was more likely to be the art of the Dream Dao, after all, it was not easy to build a formation on the dance arena of Huyang Temple, and it would not be discovered by anyone.

"I must cultivate the art of the Dream Dao!"

Suppressing the excitement in his heart, Meng Fan sat cross-legged on the bed and began to cultivate.

Qiankun Pendant and the Demon Heart fused, and from then on, he no longer had to worry about the Qiankun Pendant being lost or snatched away, as for the tragic war that happened in the illusion, he buried it deep in his heart.

If there really is such a big war in the future, he should even more cultivate in person!

The time of cultivation passed extremely quickly, and the night passed quickly.

When the first rays of sunlight shone into the room in the morning, Meng Fan stretched his waist with a smile on his face, washed up, and planned to go to the Jingtang for a trip, his harvest in this challenge was not small, two thousand tiger yang talismans were easily obtained, and he felt that Zhu Hong was really a fortune boy Wow, he knew that he was anxious, and now the matter of finding the heart for the two evils was settled!

"Second evil, are you kid in a hurry?"

Remembering the first time he was in the fugue, seeing Liu Erxie exercising on the fitness equipment in the community, and muttering about preparing for cultivation, Meng Fan couldn't help but snicker.

Pushing open the door, before he could go outside, Meng Fan's footsteps paused.

I found a few disciples standing outside the door, pointing at his door, with a wicked smile on their faces.

Seeing Meng Fan come out, the disciples hurriedly turned their heads and walked into the distance, pretending that nothing had happened.

Meng Fan closed the door, glanced at the fierce bull and the pig eating poop on the door, shook his head and smiled: "This Zhu Hong's painting skills are really good, if you don't become a Taoist, maybe you can be an artist." ”

Talking to himself, Meng Fan walked out of the courtyard, and when those disciples saw Meng Fan leaving, they gathered in front of Meng Fan's door again, and the laughter rang out wantonly......

Meng Fan heard it outside, and smiled bitterly, feeling that Zhu Hong's face had fallen to the ground now. With this painting, I'm afraid that when Zhu Hong pretends to be forced again, he will have to think twice. Otherwise, it is easy for someone to take this painting down.

In the inner disciple's room, Zhu Hong was already awake, he was lying on the bed, covered with a quilt, biting his lip hard, looking as if he had been ruined by a group of strong men, very aggrieved.

"I ...... What have I done?"

Zhu Hong cried out desolately!

It doesn't matter if you lose the challenge, but you just painted that picture, how can you see people in the future, and how can you stand by Mo Li's side in a chic way?

What's more, he still owes the elders five thousand Tiger Yang Talismans, five thousand Tiger Yang Talismans is not a small amount, and now he doesn't even have a hundred Tiger Yang Talismans, what can he pay back!

"No, I'm going to the Merit Building to take over the task, take on a long-term task, and leave Huyangguan for a while!"

After making up his mind, Zhu Hong got up in a hurry, packed up his package, because his hair was burned, he brought another hat, lowered his head, and hurriedly walked towards the merit building, but he didn't expect to meet Meng Fan halfway...... (To be continued.) )