Time passes unconsciously, and in Zifu Prefecture, a winter goes to spring in the blink of an eye, and a cold and summer.

Anxious to digest the gains in the battle with Kurong Ancestor, so as not to burst the sudden wood spirit qi, Zhang Fan began the retreat unprepared.

The first time I cultivated the Innate Yimu Creation Technique, I had half of the wood spirit qi that Kurong Ancestor had cultivated all his life, there was a pool of innate Yimu essence qi to help, and there was the Guiyuan spiritual liquid condensed on the Guiyuan Spirit Wood as the icing on the cake......

The wood spirit root, which had been silent in Zhang Fan's body for hundreds of years, was infinitely nourished, just like a spirit tree, taking root and sprouting, and growing vigorously at an astonishing speed.

Suddenly, it's a year's time.

During this year, in the area where the central Zifu Divine Monument is located, all the spiritual energy within a radius of thousands of miles was devoured by whales and tigers, and the spiritual veins were also gathered.

A year later, looking back, this place has changed dramatically.

There is a spiritual cyclone in the sky, which is extremely dense and condensed into crystals, like stars in the sky;

On the ground, next to the Guiyuan Spirit Tree, the figure of Zhang Fan sitting cross-legged was gone, replaced by a giant tree, lush and vibrant.

The innate Yimu Creation Recipe in his body is constantly running, and Zhang Fan seems to have really incarnated into a tree, from the germination of seeds to the branches and leaves, covering the world.

The wood spirit qi left by the Kurong Ancestor, under the transformation of the innate Yimu Creation Technique, was transformed into the innate Yimu essence qi belonging to Zhang Fan bit by bit, which was invisible, but merged into a gurgling stream, which continued to grow in his body.

However, in half a year, the green ball of light composed of wood spirit qi that he thought would haunt him for a long time, a big treasure, and a big trouble, completely disappeared from the center of his eyebrows.

In front of the jasper stele, the sympathetic perception of heaven and man is like a guiding light, leading Zhang Fan to go faster and faster, more and more smoothly, all the way forward on the road of innate Yimu Cultivation Technique.

That is, the first time to cultivate, to exert such a powerful effect.

The opportunity is ahead, if you miss it, you should be strangled.

In this case, Zhang Fan didn't even think about it, and continued to cultivate, the aura absorbed by the outside world, even in such a blessed spiritual realm, was insufficient, so those innate Yimu spiritual liquids were the best choice.

These spiritual liquids are almost specially born for the innate Yimu Creation Technique, and if they are absorbed, they can save a hundred years of hard work.

How many years has he only been cultivating now? A hundred years of hard work is already an extremely large number for him, so he has no hesitation.

If Kurong Ancestor learned that Zhang Fan actually used these innate Yimu spiritual liquids for cultivation, he would have to die of anger again.

God knows that he has been reluctant to use these treasures for countless years, except when his wisdom is not open and ignorant, he is stunned and does not dare to use it unless it is a matter of life and death.

A hundred years of hard work is bigger than the sky for Zhang Fan, and for Kurong Ancestor, let alone a hundred years, even if it is ten thousand years, it is not more than an ear.

Different concepts of time lead to different value orientations.

Zhang Fan absorbed a pool of spiritual liquid, but it was only one-third stronger in its heyday, and in the next half a year, all of it turned into firefly-like points of light in the sky, and threw it into the big tree that was visibly rising every day.

One day a year later, the last drop of spiritual liquid in the pool of innate Yimu spiritual liquid turned into a sky full of green, and disappeared into the emerald leaves of the big tree beside him, disappearing.

When the last drop of spiritual liquid dissipated, the pool that had become dry instantly cracked and shattered, and large pieces of stone powder were piled up in one place.

At the same time, on the three leaves that had unfolded on the Guiyuan Spirit Tree on the side, the three drops of Guiyuan Spiritual Liquid that had just been condensed were also thrown into the big tree like moths to a fire.

The cyclone in the sky suddenly sank, as if on a big tree, there was a bottomless abyss, boundless devouring power, and with a "boom", it swallowed up the air.

As if overeating, the place where the supertree was located suddenly blurred, as if the space was also distorted.

With the passage of time, every leaf, every branch, slowly gathered and merged together, followed by the crown and the body, collapsing, condensing, and gradually fading.

In the end, a figure sitting cross-legged slowly emerged on the trunk, the clearer the figure, the more blurred the trunk became, and in the end, Zhang Fan suddenly opened his eyes, and at the same time, the big tree was like a bubble, fading away.

"Really, really?"

"Is it really the embodiment of the tree, or is it the embodiment of the thoughts in the heart?"

Even at this time, Zhang Fan was not sure.

The magic of the innate Yimu is not only that it can reflect the innate and condense the innate essence, but also that in the process of cultivation, it is as if it becomes a tree, in the wind and rain, or in the bright sunshine, it understands another life.

With such a real understanding, it is better than the accumulation of countless hours, and the accumulation of spiritual power is the improvement of the roots.

After a moment, Zhang Fan retracted his emotion and slowly stood up from the ground.

At this time, he looked different from when he had just finished his work.

At that time, Zhuo stood upright, as if he was a heavenly tree and a tree-like existence, the upper could support the sky, the lower could hold the ground, and the infinite expansion.

That is the illusion after cultivating to the Great Advancement, and every time at this time, there will be an infinitely powerful feeling that the heavens and the earth are trampled underfoot, and this feeling is undoubtedly intoxicating.

At that time, the light in his eyes could almost sweep across the entire Zifu Prefecture, and as time passed, it slowly faded and converged, and finally turned into a prosaic and unremarkable distance.

Now it seems that Zhang Fan is standing there quietly, like an old tree that has existed for countless years, not tall, nor stout, even the branches and leaves, and it cannot be called luxuriant, such trees are many in the deep mountains and dense forests.

However, such an old tree, you may never know how many years it has existed, how long it will continue to exist, and what kind of powerful power it has accumulated in the seemingly ordinary body of the tree.

This is the real integration into nature, back to the basics.

The previous so-called introverted spirit and return to the basics were just a kind of forcible suppression, and this kind of deliberateness itself was a mockery of the four words "return to the basics".

This is the only way to be enough for Zhang Fan's harvest this time.

He himself didn't expect that this emergency retreat, which was supposed to be an emergency and consumed the qi of the wood spirit, would have such a result.

In this year, Zhang Fan touched a barrier countless times, and truly felt that as long as he broke it and crossed it, he would enter a new realm - the late Yuan Infant period.

Since then, I have truly stood at the pinnacle of the human world, overlooking the river and watching the clouds roll up.

At that time, it is only one step away from the dream road of eternal life, within reach, and from then on, life and death are no longer subject to the destiny of heaven, but are controlled by oneself, get rid of the natural limitations of the physical body, and enter a new world.

It's just a kick in the door!

Yes, this year, there have been countless opportunities for him to touch that barrier and really feel the outside world.

After countless failures, Zhang Fan was not discouraged, but had a sense of joy.

Being able to touch that barrier countless times proves that after he has cultivated the innate Yimu Creation Technique, the wood and fire are combined, and it is indeed a natural realm.

As long as you break through with strength, you can step on it and break it with one blow!

It's just a matter of time, a matter of strength, ten or eight years of accumulation, or returning to the Faxiang Sect, taking advantage of the unique conditions of the mountain gate, no matter which one it is, it is enough for him to achieve the late Yuan Infant stage.

Countless amazing geniuses, outstanding talents with unparalleled talents, who have practiced hard for thousands of years, cannot be reached.

Zhang Fan can have today, it is atmospheric luck, great opportunity, hard work, and unswerving!

The breeze was gentle, ruffling the ends of his hair and the corners of his clothes, and standing against the wind, he gently stretched out his hand and held a wisp of fresh wind, which felt as if he were holding the whole world.

"You've finally made it this far. ”

Suddenly, an old voice came into his ears, and Zhang Fan slowly looked back, seeing a young ascetic, with infinite emotion on his face.

In the past, it was said that they met, but they built a foundation and cultivated, and a monk who was a monk could make him extremely jealous, but now it seems that he is just crushed to death with one finger.

The vicissitudes of life, nothing more than this, looking at each other for a long time, Zhang Fan smiled and said:

"Old Ku, let's go back to the mountain!"

"In the late Yuan Infancy, I don't want to wait for a moment. ”

The words fell, he stretched out his hand and sucked it, and a golden cow corner on the ground entered his palm, and then Zhang Fan stepped out, and together with the bitter Taoist, disappeared into the world of Zifu Prefecture.

......

After three days, the wind and waves were calm, the sea seemed to fall into a deep sleep, and the water surface was blue, without a trace of turmoil.

Outside Kurong Island, one person and one cow cross the sea.

The wild cow carried Zhang Fan on his back, with a happy look on his face, and even ate ginseng fruit.

He was indeed worthy of rejoicing, and at this time, on his head, the two horns were as majestic as before, and he looked pitiful and crippled a few years ago.

These two horns can now be called magic weapons.

Seeing that the brute bull has made a great contribution this time, and the momentum is really powerful, Zhang Fan spent some effort to refine his two horns into magic weapons, and reconnected them with his flesh and bones.

In this way, it is not only beautiful, but also adds a bit of power.

On the nose of the wild cow, a nose ring that shimmered with metallic luster, also swayed with his movements, completely confirming the identity of the domestic cow.

The family revenge has been avenged, the ambition of the mount is bright, and the bull is so happy that he wants to grow flowers on a cow's face.

Lying on his back on the back of the bull, Zhang Fan suddenly felt something, got up and looked back, but saw that Kurong Island had shrunk into an inconspicuous dot behind him, and with the ups and downs of the sea, it appeared and disappeared from time to time.

Stepping on the sea and traveling waves, suddenly far away, in an instant, a man and a cow disappeared on the sea.

(To be continued)