Chapter 260: Facing Reality

The spring rain is continuous, quietly moistening the Phantom Dust Valley.

The night is already deep, the slightest cool breeze blows the drizzle, and a pavilion on the mountainside is lit up, adding a populous atmosphere to the valley.

Ji Fan and Yin Bao'er were on the open porch of the pavilion, and what came from their ears was the slight sound of drizzle hitting the blades of grass.

The mountain air is fresh and refreshing.

Looking at the misty rain scene in the valley, Yin Bao'er's face softened and she took a slow breath.

"Phantom Dust Valley is ours!"

Yin Bao'er confirmed to Ji Fan, as if she was afraid that all this would be empty joy.

"Since that collision, the forces of all sides still had some people watching at first, but now they have finally stopped a little, but I don't know what will happen after the Great War of the Hundred Sects. "After only three months in the Valley of Illusory Dust, Ji Fan didn't dare to be too optimistic.

"Four Zhongtian Realm powerhouses died, and one Hao Xiu who reached the realm of life and death ran away, this is the fate of wanting to get involved in the Phantom Dust Valley, with them as an example, it is estimated that no one will dare to come again. "Yin Bao'er has the meaning that she will not back down when it comes to a safe place.

"There are a few people from the Cangyue Sect in the Phantom Dust Mountain Range, and the Prison Heaven Sect is now the leader of the Ten Demon Dao Alliance, not only has the Ten Demon Dao Order, but also has an inextricable relationship with the Lingsha Dynasty, before the Prison Heaven Sect suffered a loss, and two Zhongtian Realm powerhouses died, it is estimated that it will not be just like that, if we want to defend the Phantom Dust Valley, I am afraid we will have to use three Foshan Mountains." Ji Fan said cautiously.

Yin Bao'er has only woken up for ten days, and in the past three months, Ji Fan has mostly been guarding the tombstone outside the Phantom Dust Valley, and he can't say how thoroughly he perceives the three Buddha Mountains.

"Although Tibetan soil is here, he can't expect anything, and the female cultivator he brought ......" Yin Bao'er couldn't help but mind the arrival of Tibetan soil.

Tibetan Tu can be regarded as an acquaintance, but he brought the woman from Yi Baolou to bring the Phantom Dust Valley, and Ji Fan did not express his position on this.

"The bodies of those four are gone, and the treasure is for you. ”

Feeling that Yin Bao'er's state was still more refined than before, Ji Fan took out a jade ring with delicate carvings.

This jade ring belongs to the Three Immortals Sect Woman, and the refining pattern she laid has already been broken by Ji Fan, Yin Bao'er took the jade ring, and her spiritual sense easily penetrated into it.

"So many ancient treasures!"

Yin Bao'er couldn't hide her surprise and realized that Ji Fan didn't take anything.

"Your treasure spirit root, you should be able to absorb the power of the ancient treasure, I have cultivation resources, I don't need these, I left two knives and a folding fan. Ji Fan said calmly to Yin Bao'er.

"Do you want to go the way of tyrannical yourself?"

Yin Baoer was somewhat suspicious of Ji Fan's thoughts.

"I'm also a Duobao monk, but over the years, I feel that my own strength is the most important, and if I can settle down in the future, I will sacrifice the natal treasure. Ji Fan thought about it.

"With these treasures, now I have a lot of ancient treasures, and I will absorb the treasure breath next, and I will also focus on strengthening my physical body and improving my cultivation heritage, but if these two treasures are dissolved, it will be a pity!" Yin Bao'er took out the seven-string guqin and the eight-hole jade flute.

"This Xiao almost hit me hard!"

Ji Fan didn't understand music theory and musical instruments, but he still remembered the tinnitus and the severe pain in his head caused by the Three Immortals Sect woman's, and thought about it silently.

"Mu Wang Qin and Jade King Xiao are a pair, these two ancient treasures came from the Holy Spirit Dynasty that had been destroyed, and they were owned by Emperor Du Kun and Empress Fuqin, and then they were excavated from the tomb of Emperor Du and fell into the hands of a pair of male and female monks. Yin Bao'er said to Ji Fan with a little emotion.

"The middle-aged man and woman who were killed seem to be the two principals of the Three Immortals Sect. Ji Fan didn't care too much about the old man who shot him with a bow and crossbow.

"Mu Wang Qin is made of mixed yuan wood and Tiansui silk, legend mixed yuan wood into a wheel, extremely difficult to grow, if it is made of mixed yuan wooden boat, you can even cross the four secret seas without rotting, it is not unreasonable to call it the king of wood, and the Tiansui silkworm is immortal, only once in a lifetime to spit out Tiansui silk, the tenacity of this silk, almost indelible. Yin Baoer stroked the wooden wheel texture of the guqin and said.

"As for this jade king Xiao, it is made of desolate ancient jade, and it is said that the earth is barren and the jade is not broken, and the love relationship is strong for thousands of years. Yin Bao'er gave the black jade eight-hole flute to Ji Fan.

"Take this jade flute with you, it should be a little more free and easy. Yin Bao'er smiled softly at Ji Fan's hesitation.

Ji Fan took the jade flute, and it did not feel slightly cool in his tentacles, but it was very warm, and there was even an innate texture of desolation on it.

Inserting the jade flute into the hemp rope-like belt around his waist, Ji Fan felt that it was a little unnatural to carry such a treasure.

"Original Sin ......"

Tibetan soil flew over from the Wofo Mountain, and when he was far away, he spoke to Ji Fan.

Although Yin Baoer put away the Muwangqin, she did not express her disdain to the Tibetan soil.

The rain outside stopped, and Kurto came to the balcony of the pavilion, as if he had something to discuss.

"Original sin, can the abyss go down?"

Zangtu's inquiry made Ji Fan and Yin Bao'er both look heavy.

"I'm afraid that going into the abyss will cause any accidents, and I don't know if there will be danger. Ji Fan looked at the Tibetan soil and did not refuse bluntly.

Qiao Ying wants to try, she is willing to take the risk, and she can also help to explore. "Zangtu didn't name the female cultivator of Yi Baolou, I don't know if it was intentional or didn't have time.

"Tibetan soil, it is not easy for me and Original Sin to get a place like Phantom Dust Valley, if you want to be here for a long time, you have to have the support of the earth's spiritual veins. "Yin Bao'er is not as difficult to talk as Han Yue, but she doesn't quite approve of Tibet's proposal.

What Ji Fan thought about was whether bringing the people of Yi Baolou into the gang could play any role.

"Bao Nu, are you afraid that she will destroy the earth spirit vein?" Zang Tu could somewhat understand Yin Bao'er's worries.

"Before, the Three Immortals Sect killed two people in charge, and one escaped, if Qiao Ying can knock down the Three Immortals Mountain Range and get the earth spirit veins there, I will agree to let her enter the abyss. Ji Fan thought about it and made a request.

"Okay, I'll accompany her on a trip, and strive to occupy the Earth Spirit Vein of the Three Immortal Sect as soon as possible. Zangtu agreed, obviously expressing his approval.

"Original sin, why did you loosen your mouth on Tibetan soil? He brought Qiao Ying from Yi Baolou to come, it was fake to help, and it was true for the sake of Diyuan. Yin Bao'er complained softly to Ji Fan.

"If you make up your mind to enter the abyss, even if I don't agree, the two of you will find a way, you must know what is going on in the abyss, and the passivity of occupying this Illusory Dust Valley is far more serious than you and I imagined. Ji Fan took out a human-height map from the storage bag.

Ji Fan untied the straps of the map, and the scroll unfolded in mid-air, and the northwest of the Phantom Dust Mountain Range was drawn in detail.

"You're trying to get out?"

Although Yin Bao'er understood what Ji Fan meant at this time, she didn't expect him to think so.

"Clashing with the powerhouses of the Three Immortal Sect and the Prison Heaven Sect, we are almost out of treasures, or let that old man in the realm of life and death run away, once it is exposed, he will definitely be remembered, stay in this Illusory Dust Valley, I am afraid that not only will I not be able to cultivate with peace of mind, but there will be a crisis that is difficult to deal with!" Ji Fan showed a helpless look on his face.

"It's just that if it's a Zhongtian Realm powerhouse, it can still deal with it, if the other party has one or two more Life and Death Realm powerhouses last time, the result may be different!" Yin Bao'er didn't want to leave the Illusory Dust Valley, but she could face the reality.

"With our current strength, it is not enough to compete with the extremely strong, otherwise we would not let Yun Chan be taken away, watching the master and the head of the dust sect have an accident, the Phantom Dust Sect has been disbanded, and the reason why the strong people of all parties are chasing and killing us is nothing more than for the sake of heavy treasures and cultivation foundations, and we will not leave the Phantom Dust Valley, we are in the dark in the Ming family, and sooner or later something will happen." Ji Fan's expression was dark, and he was obviously unwilling.

"It's been three months since the previous collision, if it's like what you're worried about, I'm afraid it's coming!" Yin Bao'er was shocked in her heart and realized the seriousness of the matter.

"What do you think?"

For Ji Fan looking at the map and not speaking, Yin Bao'er calmed down a little and asked.

"I have to go, find a place that others don't know and live in seclusion, and prepare to open up the earth spirit veins and opportunities of the Phantom Dust Valley, if you can get the resources of the Three Immortal Sect and the Three Immortal Mountain Range, for a long time in the future, you don't have to worry, with cultivation resources in hand, it will be the same everywhere." Ji Fan responded in a low voice.

"You take out this map?"

Yin Bao'er also fixed her eyes on the map in mid-air.

"To the north of the Phantom Dust Mountains, there is a very vast sea of ancient trees, and it is said that it is difficult for monks to survive there, and it is an area where there is no record or understanding, maybe we can go there. Ji Fan gestured to the area that was not clearly marked on the map.

"It is also known as the Forest of Wood Spirits, full of strange ancient vines and ancient trees, and even ancient spirit species!" Yin Bao'er reminded solemnly.

"You can go and see the situation first, even if it is outside the ancient tree, or in a place where monks rarely set foot, we can find a small mountain, we don't need to explore the secret of the ancient tree sea. Ji Fan obviously has the meaning of seclusion.

"Is the abyss going down here?"

Yin Bao'er nodded and showed support to Ji Fan.

"Then it depends on whether the people who go down can come up. ”

There was one thing Ji Fan didn't say, that is, he felt that the little hedgehog was about to wake up.

"It's not easy to have a place to live, and it's even more difficult to survive!" Yin Bao'er sighed secretly.

"The search of the three Buddha Mountains is almost complete, including the main hall on the waist of the Buddha Mountain, a courtyard in the Lying Buddha Mountain, and the pavilion on the Buddha Mountain, nothing has been found, wait for a few days, I will try it on the Buddha's hand cliff platform, and you will help me protect the Dharma. Ji Fan looked at the folded hands of the Reclining Buddha Mountain.

Ji Fan has been waiting for the little hedgehog to wake up, otherwise once something happens, Yin Bao'er alone will not be enough.

"Collect the earth spirit veins of Phantom Dust Valley first, and if you don't have a chance to do the rest, don't force it. Yin Bao'er only hopes that she can be safe with Ji Fan.