In the wooden house, Meng Fan touched his face, and his hands were a little hot.

It looks like I have a fever.

It's not that he's really sick, but he also has some external reactions from eating crane meat, but it's not exaggerated enough to have a nosebleed like Song Zheliu.

He had said to Song Zheliu last night that crane meat was even more domineering than high-quality pills, and there was no slightest support, and he also needed to digest it himself.

Daomen enlightenment immortality, in fact, does not mean that you can really live forever, the pursuit is soul immortality, so there is a saying that the physical body is just a skin.

When walking the Hongqiao of the Immortal Building, Meng Fan discovered that the Hongqiao has quite high requirements for the strength of the soul, and it was because of the strength of the soul that he was able to walk to the middle of the Hongqiao in one go, and reached the middle of the first realm.

He speculated that if he ate all the cranes and absorbed the luck of the bamboo forest, he should be able to easily break through to the late stage of the Immortal One Heavy Realm in a short period of time.

But when Meng Fan sat cross-legged on the bed and digested the nourishing power of crane meat, his mind was always uneasy, he sighed for a while, walked out of the wooden house, glanced around and walked into the bamboo forest.

He was afraid that he hadn't cleaned up the scene last night, leaving some clues.

After careful inspection, but no problems were found, then I felt a little at ease, returned to the wooden house, and continued to meditate and digest the crane meat, until noon, it was completely digested, and the soul was illuminated, and the soul power was significantly improved, and I couldn't help but smile with satisfaction.

And Song Zheliu was still in a state of concentration at this time, ignoring what was going on outside the window.

In broad daylight, there was no safe space, and there were some things that Meng Fan was very inconvenient to do, so he thought about solving a big thing first.

"Since there is no luck here in the wooden house, let's add some luck here. ”

He also saw that He Gou came over early in the morning, and a big reason was to see if he and Song Zheliu had any accidents, and he was indeed intentional.

Last night in the deep pool of luck, he condensed a five-colored cloud in the dantian position, the purple cloud in it, isn't it the cloud of purple gas, it can still be done to change the luck of the wooden house, so that the heart is also more down-to-earth, don't die here before the goal is reached, don't be afraid of 10,000, just in case!

"It should be fine to fuse some purple qi into the ground. ”

Meng Fan pressed his hand on the floor, summoned a wisp of purple qi from the five-colored cloud, and slowly transported it in, the purple halo on his palm diffused, but after only a few seconds, he was surprised, as soon as the purple qi entered the floor, it suddenly sank, as if it was sucked away by something, and it seemed to be ...... The ground was empty, and there was no way to attach purple qi at all.

Then he hurriedly looked through it, and his brow furrowed.

When he first arrived at the wooden house yesterday, he only looked through the wooden house, but not the bottom of the wooden house, but now he looked through and found that there was indeed a problem inside!

Squeak.

Meng Fan knocked on a few pieces of the floor and saw a layer of compacted ground, but this was just an appearance, he pressed his hand on the ground, and with the dispersion of the true qi of the earth attribute, the ground began to squirm, and then collapsed into a pitch-black passage, and with a roar, the yin wind blew in his face, blowing his hair fluttering.

After seeing the silence on Song Zheliu's side, Meng Fan leaned into the passage.

The passage extended diagonally downward, seemingly extending into the belly of the mountain, Meng Fan walked slowly, and after a short time, he came to the end, and a stone chamber of about two or three hundred square meters appeared in front of him.

The coffins were neatly arranged, there was not even paint on them, and the sawdust peeled off next to the coffin, like pieces of dried human skin, there were hundreds of them.

Meng Fan's coffin looked through the past, and it was all empty.

"Where the Dead Remained...... He Gou didn't explain it yesterday!" Meng Fan stood in the middle of dozens of coffins and muttered, "The place where the corpses are stored does not refer to the wooden house, but to this stone room, sleeping in the wooden house is equivalent to sleeping on a pile of coffins, isn't it the meaning of not dying but begging for death, plus there is no luck flowing here, for a long time, it is strange if nothing happens!"

Next, Meng Fan checked it carefully, and found that there was nothing else here except for the coffin and the rich yin qi, and he was worried that there was no safe space, so he thought about using this stone room as a secret space of his own, for example, he could tie paper people here, and start to prepare his army of paper people little by little, in case he had any accidents in the Nanwu faction, he could also have one more means to save his life.

And the material used by the paper-binding person must also be luck and spiritual bamboo!

As for how to deal with those coffins, he wanted to burn them down, but after thinking about it, he still put the coffins into the Qiankun space, those coffins are obviously some years old, I don't know how many dead corpses have been released, at this time, the yin qi is dispersed, the dead air is rich, and it has not been infected by a trace of heaven and earth luck, it can be called the coffin of death, it is definitely a good thing, maybe when it will be used.

Rumble!

Meng Fan waved his hand again and scattered a sea of fire, after a burst of scorching, completely dispersed the yin qi here, the air became dry, he sat cross-legged again, releasing a small purple cloud, suspended above the stone room, the air suddenly filled with a trace of peace, making people feel at ease, and the wooden house connected to the stone room will also directly benefit.

"Yue Laoqi, come out!"

Meng Fan took out the peachwood sword, pinched and waved, a small cloud of light appeared, and the paper man Yue Laoqi immediately walked out of the cloud of light and gave Meng Fan a deep look.

"Give you some creation. ”

Meng Fan pressed his hand on Yue Laoqi's chest, and injected some purple qi, under the perspective, the bamboo skeleton in Yue Laoqi's body all turned purple, and the body surface that originally had black dead qi diffused showed black and purple qi, Meng Fan waved the peachwood sword, and shot an arc-shaped sword, cutting it into Yue Laoqi's chest, snorting, Yue Laoqi took a few steps back, and a shallow sword mark emerged from his chest, and then it was covered by black and purple qi, and he was not injured at all, and the defense was greatly improved.

"That's good!" Meng Fan nodded with satisfaction, "From now on, you will guard this place and don't let anyone in." ”

Yue Laoqi clenched his fists and stood at the entrance of the stone room.

Next, Meng Fan took out all the luck spirit bamboos, and there were not many, and then took out a few paper people, and let them tie up the paper figures on their own......

After the luck spirit bamboo was used up, three finished paper figures were tied.

Meng Fan took out the ghost order and canonized the three paper figures, their names were paper soldiers.

Their cultivation is also above the middle stage of the Heaven Slashing Period.

The canonized paper man consumed a lot of cultivation, and he walked out of the stone room a little tired and returned to the wooden house to recuperate.

"One!"

"Two!"

"Nine!"

"Ten!"

"I've counted a hundred times, why are there still ten, where did those two go?"

In a square in front of the Qianyuan Palace, there was a young man in bright clothes, the same age as Jin Taijiao, fourteen or fifteen years old, looking up at the sky, counting with his fingers......

(End of chapter)