Chapter 594: Flying Star Wasteland

In the Flying Star Wasteland south of the west of Hanging Rock Prefecture, a round star crater is full of layers of rubble, and a sense of desolation comes to the face.

Without the shelter of trees, the wind howled with the sound of wailing.

Walking on the wasteland against the wind, the bald sister-in-law was already tired, and the wind not only pushed people backwards, but also poured into the mouth, making it even more difficult to breathe.

Ji Fan, who is tall, looks extremely masculine and strong, walking like a leisurely stroll, observing the environment of the wasteland.

"There is no moisture on the surface of the wasteland, and there are no lakes in the craters, but the rock formations are not brittle, but extremely hard. Ji Fan, who was wearing a scarf, said softly.

"Some of the Star Craters are not small!"

For some hundred-foot star craters, Hua Feihua was somewhat surprised.

During the storm in the epoch time, the star beads sacrificed by Ji Fan were like small stars when magnified, but they were much larger than the star crater seen at this time, but it was a heavy treasure after all.

"Entering this Flying Star Wasteland, and then going south, it is estimated that it will take a long time to reach the Flying Star Cliff. Ji Fan looked at the sky, and there was a thoughtful look in his eyes.

"Master, the gravitational pull of this wasteland seems to be different from other places. Hua Feihua said what she felt.

"Not only that, but there are also many starfalls outside the sky, like a catharsis, gravity and magnetic fields are indeed different. Ji Fan found a deep crater and jumped down.

Even at the bottom of the crater, the wind was still making its way into the crater.

The bald sister-in-law gasped for breath and was covered with hoarfrost, barely descending to the bottom of the crater, and had no physical strength.

Although Ji Fan did not fly with the imperial treasure or take off, but from the Dingzen Mountain Range all the way to this Flying Star Wasteland, he walked for more than ten days in a row, and he almost never stopped to rest.

"With your seventh-level minor cultivation of Qi refining, you can be regarded as quite persistent. Ji Fan glanced at the sister-in-law for a while, and it was rare to talk to her.

The feeling brought by the sister-in-law is white and tender, and the figure is graceful, but in Ji Fan's opinion, beauty is beautiful, but it is not comparable to the previous female man Lu Jun.

At the beginning, Ji Fan cultivated Lu Jun as a very practical maidservant, and his expectations even exceeded Hua Feihua, but he was disappointed in the end.

"It's said that white covers all ugliness, not to mention that it's so beautiful, but this sister-in-law looks fleshy, graceful and weak like water, can she really do it?" Ji Fan thought secretly.

Compared with beauty, Ji Fan felt that the most important thing was that the slave could fight and work, which was also the reason why some female cultivators felt that he was incomprehensible.

"Buzz!"

Ji Fan, who released the mustard stone, first used the stone body like a nest head to emit cracked brilliance, and took Hua Feihua and his sister-in-law in, and then he entered it.

"Bang!"

The crater is gone, and the mustard stone is a crack in the rock that sinks to the bottom of the crater.

On the shore of the small lake in the mustard seed space, the sister-in-law gasped for breath, as if she could finally breathe.

When Ji Fan entered the stone house, he didn't let Hua Feihua wait, and directly closed the stone door.

The silver toad crawled out of his waist bag, very quiet and sensible, and did not make a sound, it could faintly feel that Ji Fan was also very tired.

Lying on the stone bed covered with animal wool blankets, Ji Fan fell asleep directly.

After the mood of Bihong Mountain was disturbed, Ji Fan had not had a good rest, on the surface he looked strong and resolute, but in fact, his mood was extremely tired.

If the environment of Dingzen Temple is ideal, Ji Fan really wants to adjust his mood in Buddhism, but unfortunately, he really can't stay there.

In the mustard stone, without the strong wind and cold of the Flying Star Wasteland, in the quiet stone house, Ji Fan slept for two days before getting up.

But in just two days, the sister-in-law's cultivation entered the eighth layer of qi refining from the seventh layer of qi refining.

Ji Fan, who got up from the stone bed, felt a little more relaxed.

Looking at the silver toad sleeping on the side, Ji Fan did not move it, but got up silently and entered the pupil power space.

"Buzz!"

In the pupil space, not only was the astral disk captured, but even some items in the boundary disk were released.

The eyeball-sized bone beads seem to contain immeasurable vitality, and the surface of the beads is full of ancient patterns.

"A hundred and eight!"

Ji Fan fiddled with the bone beads one by one and rubbed them with his hands.

This bone bead is the last opportunity that Ji Fan got by digging up the ancient treasure of the buried bone desert in Cangluan Prefecture.

In addition to the one hundred and eight bone beads, there are twelve sharp objects.

"It seems to be a bamboo species. ”

Ji Fan originally thought that he would dig out something more useful in the sea of bones, but the twelve sharp things he got had nothing to do with the rising sun vine and bones.

The twelve sharp objects are not long, each of them is only two knuckles, slightly bulging, and the ends are sharp and introverted.

"This is definitely a good thing, it's a pity, it's a pity that if you plant it, I don't know how long it will take to get a harvest, and it will definitely not work to give birth, otherwise it will definitely be a defective product!" Ji Fan thought about it, the rising sun vine he had planted before looked quite bluffing.

The preciousness of some innate things is because they have experienced the baptism of time, but such natural treasures are too difficult to find.

The real strong will not use the second treasure, this is just like the conditional ancient family, eating and using are all natural, relying on the monks who give birth to treasures, in the eyes of the strong, they are low-level, completely vulnerable, this is also the reason why Ji Fan's power was called pseudo-power by Gu Ling before.

"These twelve bamboo seeds are quite suitable for that sister-in-law to raise, but it is too wasteful to give her such a good thing, it is better to treat it as a Fajie, with the grade of this kind of bamboo seed, even if it is entered into the body of an immortal cultivator or an ancient cultivator, it will cause extremely terrible wood law serious injuries. Ji Fan took out an ancient treasure metal necklace with a round pot-bellied portrait pendant hanging on it.

This pot-bellied figure pendant is an extremely incredible Fasuke, which has thirty-seven Qiankun Fasuke space, which is not a set of ancient treasure necklaces, but is connected by Ji Fan.

The reason why Ji Fan recognized that this pot-bellied portrait was so difficult was that it was a separate Qiankun Dharma space, and it was extremely easy to carry the water of a sea.

Although Ji Fan doesn't use spells much, his spells are very strong, and he is also a practical law monk, he casts spells, with the cooperation of the environment, and the power of spells is beyond the reach of a void magic monk.

The thirty-seven Dharma spaces of this pot-bellied portrait pendant are at least equivalent to the ability to preserve thirty-seven kinds of Fa Jie, and once released, it is an extremely strong support for Ji Fan to perform the actual law.

Twelve bamboo seeds were sent into the open mouth of the portrait pendant, and Ji Fan directly hung the necklace around his neck, and then straightened his clothes and covered the pendant in it.

The two black knives, the two turtle claws, and the ancestral dragon spear are all sharp weapons for melee combat, which will help Ji Fan a lot, but he is not very sure how long these often used melee weapons can last.

Previously, Yin Bao'er gave Ji Fan four turtle claws, two of which had been damaged.

As for the jade Ruyi with thirty-seven auspicious clouds, the thirty-seven nine-clawed dragon pattern Ding furnace, and the metal gourd, in Ji Fan's opinion, it is more of an auxiliary treasure with mysterious power.

"The ancestral dragon spear, the snake pattern flying knife and this sheathed ancient knife must be preserved as much as possible, if you leave the Spirit Ruins Realm in the future, even if it is a residual treasure, it may not be easy to find. "Ji Fan is more concerned about the companion treasure of the Heaven Swallowing Yuan Baby.

After all these years of feelings, Ji Fan feels that these so-called layers of heavy treasures are also quite chicken, most of them are the remnants of the times, and they are on the verge of collapse.

With Ji Fan's current cultivation, the ancient treasures he raised will not exceed the twelfth layer, and in battle, he may not be able to catch up with the immortal weapons.

"I don't know if what I'm doing now is a waste picker. Ji Fan summoned the snake pattern flying knife and the ancient knife with a scabbard, and used the ancient spiritual power of Fan to nourish it.

The snake pattern flying knife used to have thirty-seven, just like thirty-seven black snake secret weapons, and it was extremely toxic, and it was melted by Ji Fan before it turned into one.

As for the ancient knife with a sheath, there are thirty-seven chopping lines on the body of the knife, which gives people a sense of breaking the void.

"Shuo Gu silk gloves are very practical, although the Doulan bow is not a layer of ancient treasures, but the power is very huge, when I killed Doulan to worship, I suffered a big loss on this bow, plus a long-pole ancient knife, and a gray metal rod, it should be enough for me to deal with some crises. While Ji Fan was raising the two ancient treasures in his hand, he looked around at the ancient treasures in the pupil space.

The cylindrical metal seal with the power of time has always been kept by Ji Fan, and it is more often regarded by him as an auxiliary antiquity.

"This kind of metal seal should be a complete set, the one that turned into the birthday seal that Ye Yao's woman gave me before is very similar to this metal seal, but unfortunately, the other seals are not easy to find. Ji Fan sighed secretly, and Shouyin was also returned back.

Moreover, there are nine pieces of Exploding Immortal Talismans, and Ji Fan has nothing left for cultivation resources, except for the twelve-layer Heaven Swallowing Yuan Infant Companion Heavy Treasure, he can have the treasures on hand that have room for turning, and these are the only things that are counted when they are full.

In the end, Ji Fancai set his eyes on two more important things, one was the rolled up Sky Devouring Star Diagram, and the other was the sword order with a strange shape.

The secret in the Sky Devouring Star Chart, Ji Fan didn't try to solve it until this time, and the ancient treasure that was like a sword and a order, he could get it completely cheap.

At the beginning, the immortal realm powerhouse that Zhou Tiangong led in was destroyed by the law of spirit ruins, and this heavy ancient sword order was caught by Ji Fan in his hands.

Ji Fan didn't know how many ancient sword orders there were, but he felt that instead of calling them ancient treasures, sword orders were more like tokens.

For so many years, there is a layer of ancient treasure Ji Fan has not been less, but the feeling that the ancient sword order brings him is not the same.

"It's just such a sword order, it's not very suitable for battle, it's better to keep it for the time being. Ji Fan had a lot of doubts in his heart, but he easily didn't ask others, so as not to expose too much, even when the Ten Thousand Absolute Sword Spirit was there.

Once asked, it will prove that his heart is weak, in fact, Ji Fan sometimes stubbornly holds on, weakness and fatigue are normal people, but he has to try to get rid of it, because it is too obvious, those with bad intentions will rush up and tear him to the point that there is no slag left.