Ma Fan stepped out of the void and couldn't help but look behind him, a trace of murderous intent flashing in his eyes. The so-called revenge is not a gentleman, Ma Fan really has a deep revenge against the teachings this time, and this revenge will be avenged sooner or later.

The most important thing at this moment is to save my own life first, and to save the life of the Holy Mother. Ma Fan thought silently in his heart.

"It's too easy to escape this time, there is no obstruction directly from the teaching, and there is no sign of the master of the teaching, this is not reasonable at all, along the way, I feel that my escape route has been arranged by someone, and at this moment, I look at the place in front of me as if someone lives, and it seems that someone saved me!"

"I don't know who has such a great ability to arrange a way out for me in front of the two quasi-saints of the Sect, and I don't know why he saved me?"

"Could it be Nuwa Niangniang?"

Looking at the sea of flowers around him, Ma Fan's mood suddenly became complicated.

In front of me is a plum forest, the flowers are blooming extremely beautifully, and among the plum trees, a piece of falling flowers are spread on the ground, like a gentle blanket.

The surroundings were quiet, only the wind blew and the sound of plum blossoms falling lightly. With a lot of flowers in front of you, it looks like a resort. But thinking of that mysterious figure, Ma Fan couldn't help but have a hazy feeling in his heart.

"No matter, I'll know if I go to pay a visit first!" After a moment of silence, Ma Fan lifted his robe and walked along the path in the middle of Merlin.

The path opened in the middle of the plum grove, and the narrow and winding path was paved with a layer of white or pink flowers, and it was gentle and soft to step on. Ma Fan walked slowly forward alone with unhurried steps, and there was silence all around.

I don't know how long it took, Ma Fan finally stopped and looked straight ahead.

At the end of the trail, point to a clearing in the middle of a plum blossom forest. In this clearing. There stood a humble little thatched hut! In Ma Fan walked along the path in the middle of the plum blossom forest, to the end.

"It's here!" Ma Fan looked at the small hut not far in front of him, his heart pounding, not knowing what was waiting for him. He glanced at the plum blossom forest around him. seemingly

One step, two steps, three steps, four steps. Five steps

"Boom!"

The fifth step out, Ma Fan stretched out his hand and stretched out to the somewhat dilapidated wooden door, his chest rose and fell sharply, and the ordinary wooden door seemed to weigh tens of millions of catties.

"Immeasurable, aren't you coming in yet?"

An old voice. Not high, not low, from the hut. The voice exudes a profound cultivation and wisdom.

This is the first time that Ma Fan has heard a person's voice, and he can actually make himself feel wisdom, as if there is no secret between heaven and earth that can hide from him.

"Isn't it Nuwa?!" Ma Fan's heart moved, and he pushed open the wooden door. Entered the small hut.

It's an ordinary thatched house. There's nothing mysterious in it!

The inside of the bud grass house is spacious and a little hot. The floor is paved with stone slabs and is very clean. In the center of the thatched bend, there is a huge Dan furnace. Behind the stove, a green shadow sat cross-legged, because it was covered by the stove, so Ma Fan couldn't see all his faces, and Ma Fan didn't dare to go around the Dan furnace to see this person clearly.

"Immeasurable, I've seen my predecessors!" Ma Fan didn't know the identity of this person, so he called his predecessor something, but this salute was respectful.

"Sit down!" An old voice came from behind the stove.

Ma Fan glanced at it, and there was still a futon next to the stove. Ma Fan saluted and immediately sat down on the thin ball.

"As you might have guessed, I brought you here, so if there's anything you want to ask, tell me now? I'll try to tell you. Ma Fan originally thought that he had thought very openly and calmly. But when I heard the old man's words, I still couldn't help it, my emotions fluctuated, and my blood boiled.

"Dare to ask the name of the senior!" Ma Fan pondered for a moment and carefully asked the first question.

"My name is Xuandu!" The old man's voice was loud!

Ma Fan's heart was in turmoil, Taishang Laojun's only closed disciple, expounding teachings, intercepting teachings, and teaching people, among the disciples of a generation, there are countless great supernatural powers, such as Duobao Daoist, Burning Lamp Daoist, etc., but the Xuandu Grand Master has been recognized as the first, until Kong Xuan shined in the battle of the gods, the first disciple of the three sects had some suspense, but he has always been considered the existence of the closest to the saint in the quasi-saint.

Xuandu is similar to his master Lao Tzu in temperament, indifferent and calm, does not seek fame and fortune, and the Great War of the Flood and Famine and even the War of the Three Definitions of the Gods have all kinds of disasters, and the Grand Master of Xuandu has not participated.

Ma Fan thought about everyone on the road just now, but he never thought it was him. If there is no great reason, Ma Fan would rather believe that the sun rises in the west, than believe that this person who is indifferent to fame and fortune and has never been contaminated with cause and effect, this person who has never intersected, would actually intervene in the battle between the two religions today and save himself. So Ma Fan naturally asked the second question: "I don't know why my predecessors came to save me?"

"You have a great opportunity for my disciple!" Archmage Xuandu's words were very concise, but they once again caused ripples in Ma Fan's heart.

More than ten years ago, in the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea, the canopy pestered him to gamble, Zuihou told himself a reason, the Xuandu archmage calculated that there was his fate in the East China Sea, so the canopy took a drop of Ma Fan's ancestral witch essence blood, and today he heard the opportunity of this canopy again, and it has been pointed out on himself.

"The essence and blood of the Golden Ancestor Witch has been obtained by Brother Tiancang, could it be that it is not his chance?" Ma Fan asked suspiciously.

"No! It's that the corpses of several of the twelve ancestral witches exist in the Great Red Sky, and a single drop of essence blood is not precious to our sect, and there is never a shortage of precious pills that are effective in the essence blood of the ancestral witches, so how can it be regarded as a canopy?" Xuandu's words were filled with a hint of pride.

"Could it be Wanhuading? No, there has never been a shortage of magic weapons in the Human Sect, and the magic weapons that I have refined in the Sect will definitely be able to be refined by the Human Sect, what is it?" Ma Fan really couldn't think of anything precious on himself, so he just urged and asked directly: "Then I don't know what the predecessors of the canopy need?"

"Ninety-nine scattered gourd!" Xuandu said.

"It's a good baby, but Taishang Laojun didn't look down on it back then, so he cheapened Hongyun, and the gourd he used to contain the pill was born from a vine with this gourd, and the people taught how to want this gourd now." Ma Fan had doubts in his heart.

At this time, I only heard the Xuandu Grand Master say: "I won't hide it from you, there is a holy throne given to Hongyun by the Dao Ancestor in this gourd, I pointed out the canopy to get it that day, but he didn't know the goods, and took a useless essence blood, so today I will save your life and exchange your life for this treasure." (To be continued.) )