"The old man Qian Xiangkun is a divine messenger. Xia Fan, if you dare to arrest me, you are blaspheming and will inevitably be punished by heaven!" the silver-haired old man said inwardly.

"It's just an old guy in the early stage of Xingyao, and he dares to call himself a divine envoy, was your head kicked by a donkey?" Xia Fan looked at him suspiciously.

"Poof-" The silver-haired old man was so angry that he spurted blood, where was the donkey, he was clearly kicked by the cow.

"Who is the master behind you? Tell me honestly, leave you all dead!" Xia Fan snorted.

The silver-haired old man Qian Xiangkun was very tough, and Xia Fan asked him in every possible way, but he refused to confess, but only claimed that he was a divine envoy with a noble identity and could not be blasphemed.

He even threatened Xia Fan that if he dared to kill him, his master would surely come with the fury of thunder and destroy Xia Fan. Xia Fan was angry in the end, and a punch was blasted out, and with a "bang", it directly blasted Qian Xiangkun's head open, exploding like a watermelon, and blood and bones were splashed everywhere.

"It's so cruel!" Qing Li hugged his head and covered his eyes, looking unbearable to look at it. It was burned by the sun's essence fire, and was seriously injured, swallowing three dragon bone flowers, and sitting cross-legged on the ground to recuperate.

Xia Fan instructed Qing Li to recuperate from his injuries, while he himself left the mountain and galloped towards Ailao Mountain again.

Since he couldn't ask the origin of Qiao Sansheng's back forces from Qian Xiangkun's mouth, Xia Fan decided to change his strategy, and he didn't take the initiative to find them, but let that group of people find him. A key step in implementing this strategy is to take away the one thing that the group of forces care about and care about the most - the osmanthus tree.

He didn't know what the osmanthus tree that the group dug up from the ruins of the Moon Palace looked like and where it was hidden, but he had his own way.

When he came to the sky above Ailao Mountain, Xia Fan sat cross-legged in the void, took a big mouth, and with a "poof", spit out a cloud of black metal liquid, about the size of a fist. As his mind moved slightly, the black metal liquid immediately exploded, turning into tens of thousands of drops of molten metal.

Every drop of molten metal twisted into a black butterfly. Some of these butterflies are big and some are small. The big one was about the same as a slap, and the small one was only the size of a fingernail, and then with a "bang", they all fell towards the Guanghan Palace below.

Since breaking through the late stage of Xingyao, Xia Fan's control of the clone has entered another realm.

In the past, his doppelganger could only absorb energy from the outside world and pour it into the energy core, which can be said to be completely just a "carrying tool", and the form is also very simple, just like a black snake without a head. Now, he can control each of his clones to transform into a bird, a butterfly, or even a small beast.

Moreover, these clones can also absorb information from the outside world, and when they return to his body, they will be infused into the energy core together with the energy and "absorbed" by him.

"Go ahead!"

Xia Fan waved his hand, and the tens of thousands of black butterflies fluttered and fell, and landed in the Guanghan Palace complex.

After a toss between Xia Fan and Qing Li, Guanghan Palace destroyed one-third of the pavilions and pavilions, many people's experimental materials were destroyed, some people lost control of their emotions and cried, and some people were cursing and spewing all kinds of swear words, it seemed that they hated Xia Fan and Qing Li, the two bastards, and more people rummaged through the ruins, hoping to recover a little loss......

"What is this?"

"Black butterfly!"

"I've never seen this species before, it must be a newly mutated butterfly. ”

"Oh my God, why are there so many! Where did these butterflies come from, and why did they land on Ailao Mountain?"

"Tens of thousands of butterflies, dancing together! Oh my God, I've never seen such a vision in my whole life studying biology! Could it be that there is something on our mountain of mourning that attracts them?"

The appearance of the butterfly alarmed everyone in the Guanghan Palace. Even those who are still immersed in scientific research have come out of the pavilion at this moment, looking at this spectacular scene and exclaiming.

These butterflies fly around, taking advantage of their small bodies, burrowing into all kinds of gaps, and there are butterflies in almost every attic and palace.

Qiao Sansheng was also alarmed, rushed out of a certain secret hall, saw the scene in front of him, and said angrily: "What's the matter, where did these black butterflies come from?"

At this time, an old man in a white coat who followed behind Qiao Sansheng looked excited, grabbed his arm and said, "Palace master, happy event, great happy event!"

"Professor Bai, what is the happy event, you can make it clear?" Qiao Sansheng asked in surprise.

This Professor Bai is an authority in the field of botany, and it is a figure he has dug up from a famous university at great cost to carry out a secret mission for him. Therefore, even Qiao Sansheng is polite to this person on weekdays, even if he sees him so forgetful, it is inconvenient to have a seizure.

Qian Xiangkun once said that when the osmanthus tree opens, it will definitely accompany the vision of heaven and earth. Look, aren't these butterflies just in response to his words?" Professor Bai said excitedly.

"You mean, the osmanthus tree is about to bloom?" Qiao Sansheng couldn't help but say.

"It should be eight or nine!" Professor Bai said with certainty.

"Okay, hurry up and take a look......" Qiao Sansheng didn't care to ask about the origin of the black butterfly, pulled Professor Bai, turned around and walked towards a secret hall.

The moment they opened the secret hall, dozens of black butterflies flew in at the same time.

After a while, several butterflies returned, burrowing into Xia Fan's body. Xia Fan Huoran opened his eyes, and his eyes were full of wonder: "The whereabouts of the osmanthus tree have been found!"

He didn't say a word, just turned into a streamer and landed suddenly.

"Ah, yes...... It's Xia Fan!"

"This adversary!"

"How did he reappear so haunted?"

"Run, he estimates that he will demolish the building again this time, so as not to be affected......"

......

When everyone in Guanghan Palace saw Xia Fan go and return, they were so frightened that they couldn't possess their bodies, the shadow just now hadn't dispersed, where did they dare to come up and obstruct it.

"What do you mean?" Guangwei appeared in time, blocking Xia Fan's way.

"Get out of here!"

This time, Xia Fan didn't talk to him, he flicked his sleeves directly, and a powerful force swept out, knocking the nano away with a "bang". Don't look at the magnevion has stepped into the realm of heaven and man, but in Xia Fan's eyes, it is still vulnerable. He didn't stop, he stepped in front of the secret hall, smashed the door of the temple, and stepped in.

This secret hall is the most heavily guarded place in the entire Guanghan Palace, and dozens of powerhouses with combat strength comparable to those of the heavens are stationed around. But Xia Fan's speed was too fast, and they didn't have time to make a move, so they were broken in by Xia Fan. By the time they reacted, Xia Fan was gone.

"Stop him!" Guangwei roared, blood spurting from his mouth and fainting.

Others rushed over.

In that secret hall was actually a large science laboratory, which contained dozens of scientists in white coats and various experimental equipment, and in the innermost room, there was a huge petri dish, and a piece of dead wood was inserted diagonally into the petri dish, without the slightest sign of sprouting.

When Xia Fan broke in, Qiao Sansheng and Professor Bai had just come in, checking the various life records of the osmanthus tree.

"Whoa—"

Xia Fan smashed the petri dish with one punch, the huge glass shattered, and hundreds of catties of culture liquid flowed out. He quickly grabbed the dead wood and put it in his arms.

"Xia Fan......" Qiao Sansheng saw Xia Fan's movements, a huge cold qi erupted from his body, and he scolded angrily, "You dare!"