"It's really unlucky, when I first entered the flood famine, I had a grudge with the two gods, and they were both people of destiny, and I didn't dare to kill them, so I could only go with the flow, take one step at a time. ”

Zhang Fan thought about it, raised his feet and walked up, under increasing pressure, and once again advanced towards the top of Buzhou Mountain, not hurrying or slow, walking slowly.

Along the way, Zhang Fan got Ganoderma lucidum, elixir, strange flowers, exotic grasses, fairy fruits, spiritual roots and other things, all of which were a lot. However, the innate great array, Lingbao, did not see a single one, as if the heavens had played a joke with him, saying, 'There is no treasure on the mountain'.

Just like that, a few months later, under the pressure of Buzhou Mountain, Zhang Fan's flight from the beginning was millions of miles in an instant. Now, he can only walk on foot, a few feet at most, and his climbing speed is getting slower and slower, like a turtle crawling.

At the same time, his divine thoughts are becoming more and more restrictive, hundreds of millions of miles, tens of millions of miles, hundreds of thousands of miles, thousands of miles, hundreds of miles.......

Fortunately, what he cultivated was the Nine Turns Xuangong, and the power of the flesh was endless. Otherwise, if you only rely on mana support, you have to stop and recover mana, it will be even slower.

On this day, Zhang Fan, who was running, suddenly heard a rumbling sound, like a landslide and a crack, earth-shattering.

He stopped curiously, no longer going up, but turned to the side, and ran quickly in the direction from which the sound came.

An hour later, Zhang Fan didn't know how far he had run, until he came to a depression, a place that resembled a small valley.

He saw that at the entrance of the small valley, there was a layer of five-colored light curtain, which was shaking violently, shining, and dazzling. In front of the light curtain, there was a man, he was holding a treasure tripod, controlled by his divine thoughts, and kept smashing the light curtain, booming.

This man, dressed in an ordinary robe, is more than eight feet tall, has a handsome face, has a deep cultivation, and his mana is even more unfathomable, and he is suspected to be the peak of Da Luo.

Especially that treasure tripod, Zhang Fan stared at it with burning eyes, felt the breath in it from a distance, was surprised in his heart, and secretly whispered: "The innate treasure breath is still in the shape of a tripod, is it just a Qiankun Ding?"

At this time, the handsome man saw Zhang Fan coming closer, waved his hand to accept Baoding, and said with both hands: "This Taoist friend is polite, poor Taoist, I don't know what to call a friend?"

"Poor Road...... Loose people, Qiankun Taoist friends are polite, please forgive the poor Dao bluntly, I don't know what the name of the friend's Baoding is?"

"Qiankun Ding, this is the companion treasure of the poor road, and the road number of the poor road also comes from this. ”

Qiankun Ding, a congenital treasure, can return to the source, reverse the congenital, and the effect is not powerful.

My natal magic weapon, the Golden Rainbow Sword, has already advanced to the acquired spirit treasure, and refined into an innate spirit rhino mud......., I don't know when it will evolve into an innate spirit treasure?

As soon as Zhang Fan confirmed that the Baoding was the Qiankun Ding, he had thousands of thoughts in his heart, and for a while, he couldn't stop thinking about it.

When the Qiankun Daoist saw that Zhang Fan heard the word 'Qiankun Ding', he fell into deep thought, his eyes showed doubts, and he asked curiously: "Friends of the Daoist ...... Fellow Daoist, poor Daoist Qiankun Ding, haven't Daoist friends heard of it?"

"Ah, Qiankun Daoyou, about Qiankun Ding, the poor Dao still knows a little bit about it, Daoist friends are really good luck and good luck. ”

Zhang Fan thought of the myths and legends that Qiankun Daoren and Hongjun and others fought against Rahu, and finally died in the Zhuxian Sword Array. And Qiankun Ding, it seems that it fell into the hands of Hongjun at that time, this Ding, he wants to grab food, there are some difficulties, need to be carefully considered, slowly figure it.

"Well, I see, friends of the free Dao, it's better to see each other than this, it is fateful to meet, the colorful prohibition of this valley, we will break it together, and the treasures inside will be divided equally, I don't know how the friendship will be?"

"Okay, thank you Qiankun Daoist. ”

Then, Zhang Fan held a purple electric hammer, and the Qiankun Taoist commanded the Qiankun Ding, and the two smashed it against the colorful light curtain, banging loudly.

More than a month later, with a click, the multicolored light curtain shattered, the valley prohibition dissipated, and the two of them quickly flashed into it in no particular order.

The valley is not big, the valley is misty, like a dream, everywhere is filled with five-colored clouds and mist, gorgeous and colorful, extremely spectacular.

This kind of five-colored cloud and mist is that the innate aura of the five elements is too strong, and it is condensed by the five elements spirit treasure or the five elements spirit object, which is extraordinary, and it can be seen that there must be a heavy treasure here.

There are countless fairy fruits in the valley, Ganoderma lucidum, ginseng and other things can be seen everywhere, and spiritual herbs and elixirs are everywhere, like stars, innumerable.

The most striking thing is that in the center of the valley, there is a milky white spiritual spring, more than ten zhang long, with a five-colored halo floating on it, exuding the aura of the five elements, which is extremely rich.

And next to the spiritual spring, there is a pine tree, nearly ten zhang high, the crown is like a pagoda, and the stem is like a dragon. There are one hundred and eight five-colored pine cones on the tree, each shining with five-colored brilliance, if one hundred and eight lanterns are the same, hanging on the 'pagoda', colorful and pleasing to the eye.

The one hundred and eight pine cones, shaped like an oval, are wrapped in thick leather armor, and the armor is five-colored, arranged up and down, layered and clothed, uniform and orderly.

Hundreds of zhang away, Zhang Fan felt a burst of fragrance, which came to his nose and refreshed people's spleen, which made him have a great appetite and salivate.

"Innate five-needle pine!"

The congenital five-needle pine is the best innate spiritual root, which blooms once in 27,000 years, bears fruit in another 27,000 years, and matures in another 27,000 years. It took a total of 81,000 years before and after to obtain one hundred and eight fruits, each of which is a wonderful product of the fairy family, and the mystery is extraordinary.

The most important thing is that the innate five needle pine, which is the innate five elements spiritual root, has a very great effect on Zhang Fan's world, can gather the innate five elements of spiritual energy, condense into liquid, and accelerate the evolution of the world.

In a short period of time, although it does not have the effect of the innate essence of the five elements, it is not bad, especially the longer the time, the better its effect is, comparable to the essence of the innate five elements.

At this moment, the two of them were staring at the congenital five-needle pine, their eyes were intent, they both wanted to keep it for themselves, and they were turning all kinds of thoughts in their hearts, even unscrupulous means.

"Fellow Daoist, there is only this one tree in the valley, there are one hundred and eight fruits on it, and Daoist friends can take half of it, as for the tree, it is poor Dao, Daoist friends don't mind, right?"

Qiankun Taoist said, while taking out the Qiankun Ding, playing with it in his hand, Zhang Fan disagreed, he gave it the meaning of a tripod, the meaning of threat, overflowing words.

"Qiankun Daoyou, before entering the valley, we have words in advance, and the treasures in the valley are half for one person. It's not good for Daoyou to do this, and you go back on your word, right?"

Zhang Fan glanced at Qiankun Ding, and said a perfunctory sentence casually, and at the same time thought in his heart, this guy's cultivation is higher than mine, and he has an innate treasure, he is much stronger than Ao Sheng, it is not easy to kill, it is too difficult to sleep, what should I do?

"How do you divide a tree? Fellow Daoist, don't you want to split the tree in half, let's have one half?"