Overseas, Kunpeng Mountain.

A palm-sized red and blue bird snapped open its piercing eyes.

"Unexpectedly, someone found that place. ”

The bird opened its huge beak and made a hazy baby sound.

The next moment, it spread its wings, leaving a white line in its path, stretching all the way to the sea, at least a thousand times the speed of sound.

Water Country, Temple.

The Holy Lord of the Temple, Zhu Kun, was meditating and cultivating.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes and looked at Yang Fan's position, as if his eyes could see through everything in the world.

"A vision from the sky, could it be that a strange treasure from heaven and earth was born? Or is there any great chance to appear?"

The next moment, Candle Kun got up and appeared in the main hall of the temple.

"Zhao Qunchen entered the palace. ”

"Yes!"

A golden-armored guard led the way.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the Great Hall was full of the various generals and ministers of the temple.

"See the Holy Lord!"

When Candle Kun sat on the golden dragon chair, everyone in the audience chanted.

"I have come today to say one thing. ”

Candle Kun waved his arms, and everyone was straightened.

"I'm going to the Fire Source Country. ”

It was silent, so quiet that you could hear the needle dropping.

"Holy Lord, by all means, the Fire Source Country is Zao Wou-ki's lair, and if you go, you may encounter accidents. ”

An old civil official wanted to say that he couldn't fight Zao Wou-ki, but he thought that he would belittle Candle Kun, so he hurriedly changed his words.

"I've made up my mind, there's already a chance there. From today onwards, I will not be there, but the Holy Son will be in charge of the kingdom, and everything will be under His control, and you will be well assisted. ”

"Congratulations to the Holy Lord!"

In the next second, Candle Kun took a step forward, and the next moment he appeared thousands of miles away from the temple, and then flew up, quickly flying towards the headquarters of the Fire Source Country Alchemist Union.

......

At this time, within the formation.

The vision of the stele disappears, revealing a string of words in the middle of the stele.

Age: 000 years.

Yang Fan: "......"

Could it be that the stele is broken?

Yang Fan was a little skeptical.

Not really.

In terms of real age, Yang Fan is only less than twenty years old, and the lower limit of the stone tablet detection is one hundred years, that is, it cannot be detected if it is less than one hundred years.

Not yet a hundred years old, no, not yet twenty years old in the early days of the merger, presumably, the person who built this stone monument did not expect it.

Yang Fan shrugged.

"Through, please stand in the teleportation array. ”

The stele made an icy sound.

Following the prompt, Yang Fan stood in a circle.

The circle suddenly emitted a white light, and the next moment, Yang Fan appeared in a space full of white, and there were many bookshelves in the space, and there were a hundred books on each shelf.

Before Yang Fan could do anything, this majestic voice came from above the white space.

"It's a lost space, and there's five million books here. It's just an hour outside for a year here, and you need to read all the books here and memorize them all. Time is a hundred years, and when the time is up, write all the contents of all the books silently within ten years, otherwise, die!"

As soon as the voice fell, a huge hourglass appeared, and the sand inside had been leaked for exactly a hundred years.

Yang Fan was very curious, and took out a book casually to look at.

Ten minutes later, a book was finished.

It is actually the historical and human geography of the world of cultivating immortals.

"If you read a book in 10 minutes, you can read more than 5.2 million copies in 100 years. Bored. ”

"Multi-Shadow Clone Technique!"

Nearly a thousand Yang Fan walked out of the smoke.

"Let's get started. ”

Yang Fan's body issued an order, and the doppelganger Yang Fan nodded.

There are 10,000 square meters of white space, and the bookshelves alone account for more than half, so Yang Fan can only divide a thousand at most, otherwise the place is too crowded.

1,000 people watch it at the same time, and it only takes about a little more than a month to finish it.

After seven days in a month.

Syllable!

The last book was closed, and dark circles appeared in Yang Fan's eyes.

Yang Fan yawned.

"I've only heard of going to an Internet café for more than a month, and reading books for a month like me, is there any?"

"Solution!"

With Yang Fan's seal, a thousand shadow clones disappeared at the same time.

A thousand-fold feeling of exhaustion came out, and Yang Fan almost fainted, but fortunately, the passive effect of the spirit rhino heart was triggered, resisting all the negative effects of the spirit and soul, Rao was so, and Yang Fan almost didn't hold on.

"I've written it all down. ”

Airplanes!

An illusory old man appeared, staring at Yang Fan with a knife-like face.

"I'm the gatekeeper of this level. A hundred years have passed so quickly?"

This illusory old man is the spirit of this space.

Yang Fan was stunned, and then showed a heavy face.

"No, it's only been a little over a month. ”

"What?"

The old man thought that Yang Fan was wrong.

"One month and eight and a half days. ”

The old man's face sank.

"Young man, this joke is not funny at all. ”

Yang Fan shrugged and pointed to the hourglass that only missed a little bit of sand on the side.

The old man looked at it subconsciously and was stunned.

"Okay, good, I'm going to see if you're talking big. Young man, let me remind you that if you don't pass, you will end up with death, do you understand?"

"Long-winded. ”

The old man was so angry that he wanted to beat Yang Fan, but because of the rules of the trial, he hadn't failed yet, so he couldn't make a move on Yang Fan.

With a wave of his hand, the original bookshelf disappeared, and a wooden table appeared in the center, with a stack of papers, a piece of research, and a brush stacked on the table.

"Let's get started, for ten years. ”

The old man said indifferently and ruthlessly.

"Wait!"

"What's wrong? Scared?"

"No! it's a waste of time. ”

Yang Fan took out a spirit-nourishing elixir and swallowed it in one gulp.

It's not that the old man doesn't understand the elixir, on the contrary, he can see the effect of the elixir at a glance, but Yang Fan's behavior makes him a little confused.

Just when the old man was puzzled, a burst of smoke filled the air, and after it dissipated, he was taken aback.

Countless Yang Fan almost filled the entire white space, some lying on the ground, some pressing the paper against the wall, and some taking out the table to write.

The old man roughly counted them, nearly three thousand.

Good boy!

If you want to be so powerful, a few incarnations of ordinary people are very good, and Yang Fan actually has as many as three thousand.

What's even more weird is that the pen in the hands of all Yang Fan's clones is not a brush, it is a material made of something that has never been seen before, sky blue, only a dozen centimeters long and one centimeter thick.

What is that thing? Is it a pen? Why can't you see the ink?

The old man asked three times in his heart.

An hour later.

"That's it!"

Yang Fan shouted, got up and stretched.

"What?"

The old man was a little distracted just now, and he didn't hear clearly.

Then, hundreds of pieces of paper with words written on them were placed in front of the old man.

The old man picked up a piece of paper and looked at it, and frowned suddenly, not because Yang Fan had made a mistake, but because the words written by Yang Fan with a ballpoint pen were too small and too small, and the largest one was only the size of an ant.

After writing on a piece of paper, it is dense, there are tens of thousands of words, and it will be forced out without dense phobia.

"Young man, you're not quite in line with the rules. ”

"Oh, why don't you follow the rules? Don't you allow me to write with other pens? Don't I write very small? Don't I write with a doppelganger?"

"This..."

The old man was speechless.