There is no nail in the mountains, and the cold does not know the year.

Mo Fan's wisp of divine soul wandered aimlessly on the Canglan Continent, and he walked through the streets and alleys full of people, and crossed the rift valley where monsters were rampant.

He also climbed snow-capped mountains and crossed the fiery lava sea.

Flowers are scorching, fire is cooking oil, reckless behavior when you are alive, and burying your bones in a foreign land when you die.

The way of heaven is boundless, Mo Fan only feels that he has realized the Tao in countless wanderings, but in the blink of an eye, it seems that he has not gained anything......

He 'shook' the four continents all over the world, and finally, it was not until the spring thunder woke him up from his ignorance like a morning bell that he finally found out his situation.

Seeing this, I almost didn't frighten my soul to dissipate!

If people in the world want to become immortals, they must fade away from mortal flesh and bones, and practice against the sky.

And the three souls and seven spirits brought by the beating of the mother's womb will also be refined with cultivation, until they step into the realm of condensing the soul, and finally simplify the complex, fill in the gaps, and become one and the soul. From now on, if a person does not have this wisp of divine soul, he will no longer be able to ascend to the feather, let alone be reincarnated, let alone the six realms of reincarnation-

Whether it is demon cultivation, demon cultivation, holy religion saintess or human cultivation, this divine soul is not only tenacious and can be tempered thousands of times, but also fragile and comparable to glass.

Before his death, Mo Fan was already a monk in the Soul Condensing Realm, so he naturally knew this truth, and even studied it quite a bit.

Not to mention his past and memory, even the money owed by a few old friends can be counted clearly...... With today's situation, this is clearly impossible to be the state that you will have when you die!

Using a wisp of soul sense to test outward, Mo Fan found that his soul was wrapped in a cold but extremely intimate force, like a baby in amniotic fluid, safe and even quite nourishing.

After the battle in the Valley of Fallen Immortals, although he was able to escape for some reason, the destruction of his soul was inevitable. If you just rely on absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to replenish it, it is impossible to 'wake up' without hundreds of years. And after waking up, I often have to face the dilemma that my soul is too weak and may overflow at any time.

However, he didn't seem to have any problems with this at all? The power of the package was gentle, and it was infiltrating at a slow speed, repairing his already battered divine soul, and even allowing his divine soul to cross the soul condensing realm, flipping two steps in a row, and directly coming to the infant stage of the transformation realm!

That...... Can anyone explain what he is like now?

As far as the eye can see, a blazing sea of flames is as vast as a bright red. Countless white dry bones and rotting corpses lie quietly in this bright red, and the scattered spiritual weapons and heavenly treasures reflect each other, as if embellished and like a guide, quietly telling the opportunities and crises ahead.

Mo Fan's Divine Soul flashed a little nervously and excitedly, as a world-famous refining master, even if he was now so poor that he had a trace of Divine Soul left, with his rich knowledge and divine soul methods, if he could get some chance in this strange place, he might not be able to get out of this dilemma that anyone could covet as soon as possible!

Countless soul senses were thrown out like weaving, as if the tentacles were constantly extending outward, using the most covert means to collect as much nearby news as possible for Mo Fan's reference.

This is a fuchsia 'sea of grass' with a diameter of at least dozens of miles on the opposite side, and it is said that grass is nothing more than those dense, innumerable purple-red objects growing together like grass. Beneath the roots are layers of bones, which provide them with the most fertile nourishment like mounds of soil. Surveying the past with divine sense, the place with the most corpses and bones is even more and more bright red and purple, and the height is close to the height of an adult, and it looks full of danger.

In fact, if you look closely, you can see that the stems of the existing 'grass' are covered with columnar purple-red 'leaf silks', and there are also balls of five sharp ice cubes that shimmer like jewels in the sunlight.

It is said to be a gem, and it is as clear and crystal clear as a gem, and when Mo Fan's soul consciousness touches that leaf, it will 'boom' like a powder magazine that has exploded, and the wisp of soul consciousness will be burned to the ground!

Mo Fan was suddenly excited!

Refining tools and array talismans are similar, but any powerful refiner must also cultivate at least one of the array or talismans. Mo Fangen has mediocre bones and excellent understanding. His master is not a narrow-minded person, he has had such a bastard disciple in his life, so he simply waved his hand and directly supported the apprentice's 'insignificant' preference.

Therefore, in addition to being obsessed with refining weapons, Mo Fan is a good hand at arranging array talismans, and in order to support these hobbies, it is indispensable to collect all kinds of strange plants and materials.

With the connivance of the master and the countless resources and news provided by the younger brothers, he once spent a lot of effort to venture into danger as a refiner, just to be able to carefully study the various strange regions and secret realms on the entire Canglan Continent.

At this moment, his soul sense was maximized, and he could see everything in front of him clearly.

At the end of this sea of purple grass, there is also a vast moon-shaped lake. At the upturned corners at both ends of the lake, two cone-shaped hills are formed radially, and behind the hills are endless mountains and forests, full of life, and according to this battle, I am afraid that it is far taller and more vast than the Canglan Mountains.

Looking at the two sharp points of the lake, it seems that someone has cut off a corner out of thin air, and it has become a bottomless moat domineeringly. There was even a force that even Mo Fan, who now possessed the soul of a God Transformation Realm refiner, felt two trembling powers, coming from the depths of the moat......

The ancient world was chaotic, the two instruments were not divided, the four elephants were not established, and the gods and demons lived together.

There is a god named Pangu, opening the heavens and the earth, the head is the sun, the eyes are the moon, the heart is the soul island, the blood flows through the purple sea, the spine is ossified into mountains, and the limbs are split into moats.

And now as far as the eye can see, the boundless purple sea, the different fire energy, the Gouyue Lake, the moat-

Mo Fan was sure that this was the Central Soul Island of the Pangu Secret Realm!

He lived for three hundred years in his previous life, and after his death, he was wrapped in that mysterious power and wandered for decades, and he didn't know that he had hit the luck of Shilaozi, and he was so unprepared that he really broke into this top ten weird secret realm in the Canglan Continent!

"Huh...... Hahahaha! Crises are indeed accompanied by turnarounds!" Mo Fan's spirit laughed heartily, jumped on the spot a few times, and then quickly swept towards the moon-shaped lake under the effect of his soul consciousness turning into a small tail like a screw oar.

Of course, the purple one is not grass, and it may be that Pangu blood has absorbed the aura of heaven and earth over the years and produced mutations, so that the ice balls have become 'Sui Jing' full of thunder and fire attributes.

With, for the broad and pure, is thunder and moving. It is not easy to generate with crystals, but it is one of the spiritual power essences in the world that has huge energy and is pure and difficult to tame.

But wherever there is a 'Sui Jing', there will definitely be a different fire. Judging from the records in the ancient books, there will definitely be a different fire fire that is transformed by the soul of Pangu and is also known as 'sun, moon, star, thunder and fire'.

The energy in 'Suijing', as long as it is properly transferred, can refine the soul and **. If this 'Sun, Moon, Star, Thunder Fire' can be tamed by him, it can replace the 'Heavenly Fire' that made him famous back then, and become a new natal fire. It's not that Mo Fan likes the new and hates the old, it's just that his physical body was destroyed at that time, and with the 'Heavenly Fire' and other alien fires that enlightened his spiritual wisdom, it was naturally impossible to obediently stay in the Valley of the Fallen Immortals and wait for him to reincarnate and take it back.

Either he was robbed by others to confess the Lord, or he traveled around the world early.

If you want to make a comeback, you can only take away a good body as soon as possible, and if you want to not be coveted by cats and dogs before you take it, and you can take away a body with good conditions, you have to temper your soul to a level that at least surpasses the Hunting Dan Realm.

Devouring the 'Sun, Moon, Star, Thunder and Fire' is currently the only choice in front of Mo Fan.

It's just that at least half of the entire purple sea is full of 'Sui Jing', if you want to turn it over one by one to check, I'm afraid that you won't be able to find that fire in two lifetimes!

"Tsk, I can't bear the child to trap the wolf!" Mo Fan gritted his teeth, and after subduing the experience of 'Heavenly Fire', he immediately floated to the Gouyue Lake in the center of the entire Town Soul Island, and the majestic soul consciousness poured out in all directions as if he was not dying.

As long as you see the corpses and bones all over the ground, you can know that in this Pangu Secret Realm, the 'Sun, Moon, Star, Thunder and Fire' that was born by devouring the essence of the spiritual energy of the corpse bones and constantly extracting the essence of the spiritual energy of the corpse bones has long been out of nourishment. Now, in the sea of 'Suijing', although the number of each 'Suijing' is still amazing, it is tantamount to a drop in the bucket compared to the intensity that the 'Sun, Moon, Star, Thunder and Fire' needs to swallow.

When Mo Fan's divine soul was in the Soul Condensing Realm, no one could match it in the same period, and now he accidentally stepped into the Transformation Divine Realm, just floating there, like a bright lamp in the dark night, the power contained in it can definitely make the greedy alien fire move the heart-

With my own body as bait, I am not afraid to fight you, but I am afraid that you will not come!

With a 'boom', the purple sea in the sky radiated outward with Mo Fan as the center, and the aura in all directions made a 'beep' tremor as if boiling, the wind whimpered, and the 'Sui Jingcao' fluttered into powder and dissipated, and the suction force rose suddenly, as if something was greedily swallowing nearby.

"Hahaha, come on! Come on!" Mo Fan laughed arrogantly, "I have been in the vicissitudes of life, I have experienced several times of practice, no matter what the situation, I have never been afraid of war!" The buzzing sound became louder, and the spiritual pressure squeezed him into words, but the person still laughed arrogantly, "The grasshopper also dares to compete with the elephant tree, no matter how different you are, even if Lao Tzu wants to seal the sky and pull out the demon, you have to kneel down and give Lao Tzu a hand!"

The purple wave of fire finally revealed its hideous side at this moment, and the heat wave rolled wildly, rising from the ground, roaring towards Mo Fan, who had a wide open soul sense and an awe-inspiring momentum......

The shocking change abruptly occurred when the two clashed!

The heavenly moat behind Gouyue Lake burst out with a powerful suction, rolling up Mo Fande's divine soul and a purple flame the size of a seed and a dry and dim purple flame out of thin air, and swallowed it heroically!

After that, the entire Zhensoul Island collapsed as if it had been smashed by a fist of life, and the purple sea of 'Suijing' fell like sand, and the moon-shaped lake dried up and collapsed, and the mountains and forests were scattered with vitality. After just a few breaths, there was a dangerous, eerie silence again.

However, Mo Fan, who was under the moat, was rarely calm, and he couldn't distract himself to think about the great changes in Fang Cai.

All he could do now was float in front of the cliff in a daze, looking at the chaotic patterns that seemed to be printed with ghostly characters, and his soul was still holding the fire that still refused to rest, and he couldn't speak for a long time.