Nangong Fan is extremely cautious about zombies.

This can be regarded as a miracle of reversing life and death, and it is not unreasonable to say that the Heavenly Realm Demon Cultivator successfully lived the "second life". After all, mature zombies not only have intelligence, but also have memories of their ontology before their death.

And invulnerability, it can be said that zombies are talented. That is the real physique strong and invincible, even if Nangong Fan's double cultivation reaches the level of the Heavenly Realm, he is not sure that he will be truly killed. It's just that it's more likely.

After all, the sword intent and laws that affect his combat power the most, if he makes a slight progress, it will be a great improvement.

Compared to the cultivators of the Seven Seven Continents, Nangong Fan's biggest advantage was actually that he had always followed the most orthodox cultivation method in the Main Continent, and the time to comprehend the law was terrifyingly early.

Under all these advantages, Nangong Fan has a little certainty of killing zombies of the same level.

Thinking of this in his heart, Nangong Fan bypassed the coffin, and his eyes paused slightly.

Yuan Feng, who was alive and vivid, lost all luster on his body at this time, as if the seven hundred years of frozen time had passed in the blink of an eye. The skin membrane is wilted, revealing the already soft bones underneath, but fortunately, there is an inexplicable force that is still stubbornly supporting the body, otherwise I am afraid that it will collapse all at once.

"This..."Nangong Fan was a little speechless for a while, the illusory figure he saw just now couldn't really be Yuan Feng, right? Now that his spirit is gone, his physical body has lost his spirituality, and he is going to die in an instant.

"Is this a ghost?" Shen Luofu, who had always been not afraid of heaven and earth, couldn't help but take a deep breath, his face full of shock.

Is this the method of a high-level cultivator? If, as Nangong Fan said, he has reached the level of transforming into a mortal spirit, what kind of situation should it be?

"Because of the circumstances of heaven and earth... It infinitely magnifies the abilities of cultivators in this realm. Nangong Fan's mouth moved slightly, and he raised his steps.

Approaching Yuan Feng's skeleton, he felt a slight obstacle. Clearly perceiving a trace of strange power, his mind swept away, and he felt the energy that was only revealed now.

Yuan Feng used the formation to shelter his relics, maybe he was embarrassed, or maybe it was other taboos, even if Tian Youzhen moved out of the place, he didn't choose the real dove to occupy the magpie's nest.

Judging from his sitting posture, in the moment before the end of his life, although he had already known in advance what he was about to face, he was not as completely resigned to his fate as the message he left said.

The last moment is still seeking that glimmer of life between heaven and earth.

As long as you break through, maybe you will succeed in surviving?

Nangong Fan's eyes flashed with a hint of praise, this is the most important attitude a cultivator should have, with this kind of heart, why can't he really succeed? But it's a pity, he obviously didn't succeed, this meditation is really a perfect but extremely meaningful end to his life.

Nangong Fan felt regretful, he couldn't see Yuan Feng's demeanor before his death, I don't know if he was as high-spirited as "what he saw", and he looked like the world was under control?

Nangong Fan didn't even want to disturb this skeleton that had exhausted all energy. It feels like a blasphemy against the ancestors.

But at this time, there was the death sickle of the zombie hanging over his head, and for his rapid leap, he had to go to the place where he sat to pick up the blood soul stone, which would inevitably disturb Yuan Feng's relic.

Thinking of this, Nangong Fan bowed slightly, this time willingly, implying respect. Although he was not completely influenced by Yuan Feng, at least he recognized this person in his heart, just like Mengjun at the beginning.

The two seem to be "different ways and do not conspire with each other", but in fact, they can be traced back to the same way. Nangong Fan did not have the belief to save the common people, because he knew that eliminating evil was not to go around killing demons and evils, and sooner or later he would have to die of exhaustion, but what happened around him, he could quickly rise to the top.

Just like now, after hearing about the zombies, he has completely "accepted this task" in his heart.

Of course, it is absolutely impossible for him to go to his death now, but if he has that strength, he is duty-bound. This is also the attitude that a cultivator should have—the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility.

If you only care about yourself, you will be lonely, and you will not be able to move forward firmly and steadily on the road.

When people have feelings, they are destined to live in groups.

The formation didn't bring Nangong Fan a bit of deterrence, but out of caution, he still sank his mind slightly and looked at it slightly.

The heart of the array was under Yuan Feng's body, forming an existence like a spiritual power light shield, and his body happened to be completely shrouded in it, but this was not a killing array or a trapped formation. At most, it has the characteristics of a defensive formation, but it is more on the absorption of spiritual power.

"This should be considered a type of Spirit Gathering Array. Nangong Fan muttered in his mouth and raised his steps again.

Ripples rippled through the void, and the invisible shield of defense flickered non-stop.

"Click. ”

It's like an egg breaking.

Nangong Fan finished the last shift with the light mask and squeezed in.

"It's not appropriate to stay here for a long time, just sleep in my space first!" Nangong Fan smiled indifferently, and with a wave of his hand, he put Yuan Feng into the ring.

The scene beneath it is fully revealed. Four blood-colored jade, one ink-colored jade that seemed unremarkable, plus a high-grade spirit stone were neatly placed where he had sat before.

"Hmm. I didn't expect there to be five?"

Nangong Fan was slightly surprised, he was worthy of being a person from the Bagua Sect, presumably he would not have collected the Blood Soul Stone with him before, and if the sect had a collection, he would probably be embarrassed to take it directly. At least, except for the three copper coins scattered around his body now, no other spiritual weapons have been found, and they must have all been left to the descendants of the sect.

Nangong Fan licked the corners of his mouth, feeling extremely satisfied with this trip. Now he has not found a way to absorb the energy in the Blood Soul Stone, and the more these five pieces alone, the more he can slowly absorb it with a stupid method close to his body.

"Looks like we're trying to figure out how to absorb the Blood Soul Stone. Nangong Fan's eyebrows flickered, now that he has "capital" and an external threat, he has a lot of pressure in his heart, but he is also full of motivation.

Nangong Fan waved again, and five jade boxes were suspended around him, bending down to put the jade into it one by one, and then stuffing it back into the ring. He picked up three more copper coins that were still shining.

"Ground-level spiritual weapons..."

Nangong Fan's eyebrows were slightly raised, his appearance was very similar to a copper coin he had ever seen, seeing things and thinking about people, he thought of Ziyou, and couldn't help but sigh. I don't know if the barbarian king has blessed so many people to the place?

To be honest, being "left behind" this time is still a lack of creation. On second thought, if he left with the barbarian group, there would be many fewer creations. The mood immediately improved again.

Nangong Fan bent down to pick up the three copper coins, put them in his hand, and sent them out when he had the right person in the future.

Looking back, Shen Luofu stuffed all the funeral goods into his ring, according to Nangong Fan's estimate, these bells and whistles funeral goods are worth about a hundred medium-grade spirit stones, only a little.

At this time, Shen Luofu was trying to scoop up the "inner coffin" in the coffin, but even if the green tendons on his arms were exposed, flashing with spiritual light, he obviously tried his best, and even the family planner took the initiative to come forward to help, but he still remained motionless in place, and sometimes spit out shiny, as if he was laughing at the inadequacy of the two.

"Isn't it possible to put it directly into the ring under the shroud of aura?" Nangong Fan was powerless to complain.

"Are you a fool to me? I collected the funeral goods like this, but unfortunately it didn't work for this guy. Shen Luofu let go, his face full of frustration.

In this way, if you don't have enough strength, even if you have good things in front of you, you may not be able to take them away.

After clearly realizing this, Shen Luofu secretly gritted his teeth, this was against his own ideas, even for the sake of this treasure in the world, he had to redouble his efforts.

For the first time since his cultivation, Shen Luofu corrected his attitude. Not to achieve the ethereal supremacy, just to approach Baoshan and not return empty-handed.

The ambition is not ambitious.

After all, there are treasures, even the so-called supreme is extremely difficult to obtain, if you really want to do whatever you want, you have to reach the extreme strength to be possible.

If Nangong Fan knew what Shen Luofu was thinking, he would definitely cry and laugh, but he would also be extremely relieved, at least he had the motivation to move forward, and he could follow this path and let him go all the way.

For example, when you reach the realm, you will make a treasure field in the heavenly realm, and the sinking man who has been beaten with chicken blood will definitely scream and work hard to reach the heavenly realm. And so on, this momentum is always there, much better than those who have been hit and are willing to fall. At the very least, you won't be hit too hard by not getting the treasure, you will only be sad that you are not strong enough, and try to hold it in your hands by various means.

"Oh?" Nangong Fan sighed lightly, "What's strange about this 'inner coffin'?"

"If someone else has a mark, it will be difficult to put it in the ring, unless everything he left behind is erased. The spiritual power left by this 'Heaven Breaking Machine' is still alive after 700 years... It's a little scary to say. ”

Nangong Fan's mouth was full of analysis, and his feet had already come to the coffin very neatly. According to his guess, this "inner coffin" can't defend itself, and he should be able to directly enter the Qinglian space. Even a living person can be taken in, and this little thing in front of me is really not worth mentioning.

Even if Nangong Fan's divine thoughts can envelop the entire continent, and can make the creatures in it unnoticed, it is not impossible to take the entire continent in at once.

It's just that I don't know if the Qinglian space is so huge.

According to the scope that Nangong Fan can explore now, the Qinglian Space is more than a star and a half worse than that of the sentient beings, and it is really not necessarily the size of the Zhongtian Continent.

He could only guess that maybe one was the personal belongings of the sword lotus seed, and the other was the Zhenzong Taoist weapon that lasted for an unknown number of years, and it was normal for there to be a gap in the background.

In any case, the ability to bind a space to become one's own ring, the means of the sword lotus seed are already quite amazing.

However, Nangong Fan did not directly include the "inner coffin" in the ring, and he was a little curious about it. Yuan Feng must have something to mean by leaving it here, and he decided to study it carefully.

Thinking of this, Nangong Fan clasped the inner coffin with both hands.

He already knew that the failure to force him to push away at the beginning was not because he was not strong enough, but because it was a whole. This is a jade coffin the size of a person. He didn't believe in his own strength, and he couldn't lift this thing.

Hard.

"It's so heavy!" Nangong Fan muttered, but he still grabbed it out of the coffin very smoothly.

"I suspect you're showing off, but I don't have proof. The old man blushed.

"Do you know the gap?" the treasure is by your side, but you can't put it away, isn't it uncomfortable?" Nangong Fan smiled and threw the jade coffin on the ground, the entire inner room shook twice, and a lot of dust spilled down from the stone wall above his head.

"It's uncomfortable, of course it's uncomfortable! But why are you making such a big move?" Shen Luofu's face was serious, his heart was dripping blood, this was almost his own thing.

With Nangong Fan's style, if he succeeds in taking it into his arms, he will never be cheeky enough to ask for it, and even if he really wants it, he will give something that is enough or even more than the value of this jade coffin.