The remnant sun is like blood, and the inaccessible Funeral Spirit Mountain Range stretches like a dragon's back, permeating the vast heaven and earth.

A flying boat glowed in the sky to the south, and when it reached the outskirts of the Burial Spirit Mountains, the flying boat did not go deeper, but stopped at the dry riverbed.

"Boom~~~"

As the figure on the flying boat jumped down, the extremely heavy body stirred up a wave of air in the air.

But when the figure landed, it was extremely soothing, and unexpectedly did not cause any damage.

"I'm back!"

The black-robed young man who fell to the ground muttered, somewhat emotional.

The black-robed young man rolled up his sleeves and put away the shrunken flying boat.

Facing the dry Python River, the black-robed young man couldn't help but think of the difficulties he had when he entered the Burial Spirit Mountain Range.

This black-robed young man hurried back to Ji Fan in the Funeral Spirit Mountain Range after a ten-day journey from the Phantom Dust Mountain Range.

"I won't go back to the North Festival City first. ”

Ji Fan's eyes looked around the Burial Spirit Mountain Range, and he had already made a decision in his heart.

The world is so chaotic, Ji Fan returned to the Burial Spirit Mountain Range, and he was also cautious along the way, the reason why he didn't go to the North Sacrifice City was to avoid extraneous branches.

Although Ji Fan has difficult memories of this Burial Spirit Mountain Range, this is also the place where his cultivation began, and it is the opportunity that he got to change his life with his original intention and dreams, which has an extraordinary meaning to him.

"The Python River has dried up, and the small metal gourd is also occupied by the chain hammer, and it is estimated that the original little black snake is gone!" Ji Fan returned to the Burial Spirit Mountain Range, and the memories of these years also appeared in front of him.

The Qianjun ring on Ji Fan's left hand shone brightly, and a demon stone appeared.

"Woo~~~"

The texture of the demon stone opened up under Ji Fan's urging, and a snow-white demon fox was released along the brilliance.

"Master, I'm sorry, I only let you come out now. Ji Fan bowed respectfully to the white fox and apologized.

The white fox's eyes were very gentle, he looked at Ji Fan, and then looked at the mountains with no grass and trees in the distance.

"I went to the Phantom Dust Mountain Range before, but the situation of the Phantom Dust Sect has changed, so I didn't stay there, and I turned around and came back to the Burial Spirit Mountain Range. Ji Fan didn't explain to the white fox what the Burial Spirit Mountain Range meant to him.

"Although this place is a bit deserted, but because of this, it is also inaccessible, and I have always been disturbed lately, thinking that the catastrophe may be coming, and if I can't cross it this time, the Burial Spirit Mountain is the ancient place I have chosen. Ji Fan had the meaning of reminding the white fox.

The white fox looked at the sky, as a rui beast, it was much more sensitive to the sense of calamity than other creatures.

Gradually, the look of the white fox's eyes became extremely solemn, but it couldn't speak.

"You have to go in, I haven't come back for some years, so I have to investigate the situation of this entire Burial Mountain Range first. Ji Fan walked through the dry river step by step, observing the situation and details with his eyes.

A man and a fox walked in the desolate mountains, seemingly slow and fast, and before the blood-colored sun disappeared, they had even reached the core area of the mountain range.

"Actually, there are some places in this Burial Spirit Mountain Range, I haven't been to before. Looking at the blood-colored miasma that was still steaming from a mountain range, Ji Fan's expression seemed very calm.

As early as when Ji Fan left the Burial Spirit Mountain Range, the Ten Thousand Swords Sect had started the trial in the Burial Spirit Mountain Range, and after all these years, he thought that the blood-colored miasma area of the Burial Spirit Mountain Range no longer existed.

Facing the blood mist transpiring mountain range, the white fox shook his head at Ji Fan.

"It's hard to feel at ease if you don't figure out what's going on. Ji Fan took a deep breath and did not immediately walk towards the blood-colored miasma mountain range.

Turning around and leaving the strange area, Ji Fan took the white fox to the valley where he got the small metal gourd.

The Funeral Mountains at night are very quiet, except for the area where the blood-colored miasma is surging, the rest of the mountain range is mostly Chen Heng's boulders, and there is not much scenery.

The weather is still the same stuffy and hot, and it is a big problem for ordinary people to find food and water here, but Ji Fan suffered it at the beginning.

When he arrived in the small valley and saw the gravel pile covering the hole in the mountain wall, Ji Fan came to the front and waved his big sleeves, bringing up an extremely fierce force.

"Boom~~~"

The huge pile of rubble under the mountain wall was scattered by Ji Fan.

"Master, I'll go in first. ”

Ji Fan's body was slightly distorted, and he entered the small stone cave on the mountain wall.

The white fox emitted a faint starlight, and it was not difficult for its body to burrow into the small stone cave.

"Buzz~~~"

Ji Fan came to the mountainside first and threw out a few night pearls.

In the huge belly of the mountain, there are no thick ashes, and the rocky ground is exposed, and even the dead vines have been cleaned up.

"Someone has been here!"

Ji Fan was somewhat surprised in his heart, he could clearly see that the belly of the mountain had been cleaned up.

Although the little black snake also swam into the belly of the mountain, Ji Fan felt that it was impossible to pack the belly of the mountain like this, and the most obvious thing was that there were more stone beds and stone tables and other things in the belly of the mountain.

"It wasn't like this when I left the Burial Mountains. When the white fox also came to the belly of the mountain, Ji Fan's tone was still calm.

"The hole in the mountain wall is not big, when I was young, it was quite difficult to climb in, and those who could come in were either children, or people or monsters who could incarnate, this stone bed and stone table, ordinary storage bags were difficult to fit in, and the possibility of children having it was very small, looking at this arrangement, it didn't look like a demon beast. "Ji Fan felt that it was a person with a certain ability to cultivate.

The furnishings in the belly of the mountain were not taken away, but the cave was buried in the valley with a pile of rubble, and Ji Fan was not sure whether the descendants of the mountainside would return.

"The blood-colored miasma area of the Funeral Spirit Mountain Range is still not cleared, it stands to reason that after being collected by the little black snake, there should be no chance in the belly of this mountain, even so, I still live here, it is probably for the blood-colored miasma area, but this valley is not like a chance, people can find the hidden mountainside, and the search is fine enough. Ji Fan thought secretly in his heart.

Although Ji Fan was not sure whether the descendants in the belly of the mountain would come back, he didn't think about leaving.

There was no need to clean up the belly of the mountain, and Ji Fan released everything that should be put out, which made the white fox look surprised.

All of a sudden, the brilliance of the various items that Ji Fan took out covered the light of the Night Pearl.

"Hammer, I'm going to prepare for the catastrophe. Ji Fan took the small metal gourd in the jade light in his hand and said to him.

"Po~~~"

The rings of the small metal gourd corked open, and the sound of clanging chains soon poured out of the small metal gourd with the bright light, causing the white fox to retreat aside.

The chain hammer that came out of the small metal gourd gave people a very strange feeling, thirty-four of the thirty-six chain hammers were black and shiny, and the remaining two were shining.

Only Ji Fan knew that the change in the chain hammer was due to the absorption of his Fan Gu spiritual breath.

What is even more surprising is that there are still 36 chain hammers, two of which are rolled up with a Buddha face and a string of beads.

"For me, how to survive the calamity is the most important thing, do you have any way?" Ji Fan saw the thirty-six stone beads in the stone well in Xingyue Valley, but he didn't care anymore.

The chain hammer that came out of the small metal gourd did not give Ji Fan a clear response, but began to shrink its own body.

"Zi!Zi!Zi~~~"

Although the chain hammer did not make any terrifying movements, as the chain hammer contracted, the black luster transformed, and it was squeezed by the chain hammer to exude a crystal brilliance, nourishing the body.

In the clanging sound of the hammer, the black luster squeezed by its body changed very quickly.

Ji Fan could faintly feel the endless power contained in the black luster.

In fact, as early as when the chain hammer found Ji Fan, he had already felt that this mysterious artifact was retreating, and the body was becoming more and more eternal.

In the case that the chain hammer controlled the fluctuation of power, Ji Fan did not shy away from anything, took off the chain coffin around his neck, and when he put it on the ground, he controlled the corpse coffin to grow larger through refining patterns, and turned into a coffin that could be carried on both shoulders.

The Buddha sword in the stone sheath exudes a faint Buddha rhyme, and the two one-legged bronze figures in the black coffin have the ancient breath of life, and only the small black knife is as peaceful as ever.

These were the ancient treasures that Ji Fan carried, but he wasn't sure if he could call it possession.

As for the Twelve Mangxin Wooden Sword, the Green Void Tree Man, the Rising Sun Vine Species, and the relics that Ji Fan guessed, it seemed that they could not be compared to the ancient treasures.

Even if Ji Fan was in the Ten Thousand Demon Forest, he didn't reveal these ancient things, and looking at him making things, the white fox looked very surprised.

"I'm going to fade the shadow of the wounds on my body first, and then deal with the Shura Killing Seal. Ji Fan sat down in the middle of the mountain, and had already begun to prepare for the catastrophe.

In order to deal with the catastrophe, Ji Fan felt that he should try his best to make the spiritual breath in his body pure and natural.

"Do you want to fade out of the Demon Vajra Tree that is included in the veins of the Dragon Ape Tree?" Ji Fan thought secretly in his heart.

At this time, there were already two Demon Vajra Trees in Ji Fan's body, which not only increased the power of the two trees, but also greatly enhanced his defense and ability to withstand injuries, which was equivalent to two more stand-ins.

"The Demon King Kong Tree is out!"

Ji Fan's hands knotted the seal of the washing diagram, and the heart and mouth esophagus and the left upper abdomen closed the door quickly lit up.

"Poof~~~"

After Ji Fan's body tightened, two strands of filament rushed out from the two dragon ape orifices and sprayed into the belly of the mountain.

After the filament broke away from Ji Fan's body, it quickly widened and enlarged, and branched out and turned into two demon vajra trees.

The white fox was extremely unbelievable about Ji Fan's ability at this time, obviously he didn't expect that the young man who had entered the Soul Cultivation Peak at the beginning would now have such a strong cultivation foundation.

"The Shadow of the Wounded Shadow Scatters!"

Ji Fan's expression was calm, the index fingers of both hands were curled against each other, turning into a strange lock mark of life and death, and the dense shadow marks on his skin, as if he were alive, began to pull up and squirm, and gradually retreated from the surface of his skin.

"Shura's Killing Seal Fading!"

Ji Fan's handprint changed again, and the round killing mark on his body also began to fade.

There weren't too many Shura killing seals, they were all some demon beast killing seals, along with the shadow of the power of injury, all of them poured into the two Demon King Kong Trees.

"This Shura Tyrant has cultivated to the depths of the depths, and at the same time of killing, it can absorb the will of the target it kills, and it is still far from cultivating to this extent. Ji Fan estimated.