"Huh, what is this?"

The bull's head came up, looking up and down, looking very curious.

His originally majestic bull's head now looked extremely miserable, and while the horns were gone, he was stuck crookedly, bumping and bumping, afraid that it would fall off.

The bull didn't feel any pain or depression, and his eyes were full of excitement and curiosity.

Generations of blood revenge have been avenged, and there is part of his credit, that satisfaction is simply needless to mention, if it weren't for Zhang Fan in person, he would have been eager to jump up, and then go to find a cow to have a dashing and celebrate.

But it's not bad in front of him, although there is no cow, there is the treasure of the Kurong Ancestor and its powerful secret, which is enough to make him excited.

Before he could see one, two, three, Zhang Fan's eyes lit up, pressed one hand on his head, and pushed it away.

On the jasper stele, there is a complex pattern of indentations, if you don't look closely, you only think it is a beautiful carving, and under a closer look, there is a faint sense of familiarity.

Zhang Fan's heart moved, his hand flipped over, the ancient wood token fell in his hand, and he made a gesture, which happened to be tightly concave with the lines on the jasper stele, and it was obvious that this treasure was obtained by the ancestor of Kurong on this stele.

This is expected, and that's it, what really moved Zhang Fan was the ground under the jasper stele.

There, with the previous beat, the stele shook, scattering a thin layer of dust, and the powder that had been sprinkled on it, like sawn ash, fell out of a staggered row of deep pits.

These deep pits are no more than the thickness of a little finger, but they are extremely deep, and each pit is like a spiritual spring, bubbling and spewing out a full of wood spirit qi.

At first glance, Zhang Fan thought of the roots that hung down like a curtain, and the huge root system that stretched horizontally and horizontally like a net.

Recalling that when the entire old locust tree was ignited, the green light that made him fall short, Zhang Fan's eyes couldn't help but be much hotter.

With this thought in his life, he suddenly reached out and pushed out a palm on the jasper stele.

"Boom~~"

The earth and rocks flew and scattered dust and wood chips, turning the pit into a fog.

Suddenly, as if the clouds were cleared, in the dim and misty, a green light jumped out, dyeing everything into the color of jasper and jade.

"Whoa~"

Faintly shaking, shaking the sound of water, appeared under the stone tablet, in front of Zhang Fan and the others, was a small pool the size of a wooden barrel bathed by three people.

The four walls of the small pool, the quaint stones are piled up, and a pool of jasper is surrounded in it, and every time it shakes, there is a little bit of green crystal overflowing from the pool, collapsing in the air, turning into a full wood spirit qi.

"That's it!"

Zhang Fan's eyes were full of light, and he spewed out a full three inches long, and that kind of blazing meaning almost boiled a pool of jasper.

"Innate Otogi Essence!"

Behind him, the ascetic also recovered from the shock and muttered, almost reverent.

This pool is not full, but there is no surplus of three or one, and even such a number of three is enough to make such a well-informed person as ascetic dumbfounded.

These jasper-like pool water is formed by the innate Yimu essence qi into liquid, which is the essence of the innate Yimu, and this pool water alone is enough to save Zhang Fan from cultivating the innate Yimu cultivation recipe for a hundred years, which is not terrifying!

Previously, if it weren't for the root system to penetrate into this pool of innate Yimu essence, so as to get a steady stream of support, the creation of dead wood in spring, how could Kurong Ancestor force Zhang Fan to such a point, he would have turned into a period of coke.

Thinking of this, Zhang Fan was secretly glad, glad that he shot early and stopped the Guiyuan Spirit Wood in time, if it was allowed to fall into this deep pit, he was afraid that it would be devoured by a whale, and when he found this pool of innate Yimu essence, he was afraid that it would be absorbed cleanly.

In that case, it's really a chicken and an egg, and it's a whimper.

"Boy, you're so lucky, ...... It's ......"

"It's a bit of shit. ”

The ascetic man was extremely envious, and after thinking about it for a long time, it was still such a market statement, which was the best way to describe his mood at this time.

Looking at this pool of innate Yimu essence, Zhang Fan definitely doesn't care about it, shit is shit, things are real when they are in hand.

"Hey, what is this?"

The bull poked his head out curiously, took a picture in the jasper pool, and as he spoke, he poked out a cow's hoof into the pool.

"Ahh

In an instant, two hands, one in front and one behind, knocked on his body, and the bitter Taoist directly aimed at his hooves, and Zhang Fan took it towards his head.

With a scream, the brute bull looked at the person who did it, retreated abruptly, and obediently lay to the side, not daring to say anything.

Zhang Fan and the bitter Taoist couldn't care about this brute bull anymore, and looked at a small black dot floating in the water of the jasper pond.

This thing is the thing that arouses the interest of the bull.

Zhang Fan stretched out his hand, and the black spot, which was no more than the size of a thumb, spun around, slowly flew out of the water of the Innate Yimu Essence Qi Pool, and fell into his hand.

After a closer look, he asked, "Old Ku, do you know what this is?"

This black spot in Zhang Fan's palm looks much clearer than in the pool water, it is a round thing, ninety percent black, as if carbonized, only a layer of less than a layer, shriveled with a little green, vaguely able to see that it is a seed or something.

At the moment when he started this seed, Zhang Fan had already explored it, and there was not even a little bit of vitality in it, and he couldn't if he wanted to have a dead wood in spring.

He opened his mouth to ask, but it was just a matter of habit and curiosity in his heart, and he did not think that this completely lifeless seed could have any effect.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he saw the thing in his palm, the bitter man's expression suddenly became solemn, and he carefully picked up this seed from his palm, looked at it carefully for a while, and then muttered for a while, and then slowly spoke: "Boy, if the old man is not mistaken, this should be a congenital wooden fetus. ”

"Born wooden fetus?"

What is this? Before Zhang Fan's question could be spoken, the ascetic Taoist had already continued: "The innate wood fetus is a kind of grass and tree demon with the innate essence of Yimu, and when the body falls, the innate Yimu essence qi in the body is combined with the essence of the wood genus, and thus a kind of ...... is born Strange treasures!"

When it comes to the word "strange treasure", the bitter Taoist is still a little hesitant, obviously thinking that this statement is somewhat inaccurate.

"If you can cultivate the innate wood fetus to its full form, it will break out of the fetus and generate a natural treasure, the effect is unknown, and the specific look at the cultivation in front of the grass and wood demon, the body, and the degree of the innate wood essence, etc., it is very difficult to say. ”

When the bitter Taoist said this, Zhang Fan understood a little, to put it bluntly, the so-called congenital wooden fetus can be understood as a treasure in gestation, but it is destined to be a wood surname.

"And how could it be?"

"Is it ......?"

Zhang Fan frowned, but he thought of a possibility.

"I guess it's about the same as you think. The bitter Taoist excused himself: "The seed of the rotten wood happened to fall here, seized the resources of the innate wood fetus, and achieved itself. ”

"The congenital wooden fetus is very fragile in the initial stage, and it is normal to not be able to compete for a vigorous seed, and it is precisely because of the congenital deficiency that not only has not given birth to treasures in the past few years, but has almost consumed the vitality. ”

The bitter Taoist shook his head, handed the innate wooden fetus back to Zhang Fan, and said regretfully: "Put it away first, or there may be fate in the future, if we come a few years late, I am afraid that the vitality will be exhausted, and there will be no hope, and now there is more or less a thought." ”

"It's just a thought. ”

Zhang Fan smiled bitterly, and then shook his head in self-loss, this is called the lack of people's hearts to swallow elephants, it is good to have a thought, this harvest is unimaginably big, the sky is not complete, and if it is too much, it will overflow, so it's good.

After delaying for so long, the green tendons on his forehead were exposed, twitching from time to time, as if he was under infinite pressure and boundless pain, seeing that the muscles on his face were a little twitching, Zhang Fan took a deep breath and said, "I need to retreat for a while, you ......."

Before he finished speaking, the bitter Taoist said categorically: "I'm with you." ”

"That's good!"

The irrepressible green light on Zhang Fan's body gradually rose, and he quickly said with a knife: "The wild cow will stay and take care of it, and contact this seat if you have something." ”

As soon as the words fell, he grabbed the neck of the wild bull, and his body moved, turning into a streamer and rushing out.

As soon as he returned to the ground, Zhang Fan's sleeves were spread, and the earth's Qiankun sleeves swept across, and the sudden deep pit formed by the entanglement of the tree roots, among which the jasper stone tablet and the innate Yimu essence qi pool, all disappeared, leaving only a huge pit of hundreds of zhang, occupying the core of the Changchun Valley.

disappeared at the same time, as well as Zhang Fan himself.

As soon as he entered the Purple Prefecture, a layer of earthy yellow film, like a lichen, unfolded, covered the ground, and was no longer visible.

Even the brute bull who watched all this happen could not detect anything out of the ordinary.

"It's so crisp!"

After a long time, the brute bull closed his mouth wide open, shook his head, and prepared to continue to search for the bad luck of those withered and glorious sects.

Now they are the real tree is scattered, at this time do not go to ravage, how can they eliminate the hatred in his heart, saying that after so many years of chasing and killing like a grandson, just to take those unlucky guys angry.

Shi Shiran took two steps, and the bull remembered something, and his divine sense and bull's eyes swept across the entire Changchun Valley, and he wanted to take back the broken horns, but it was also a thought.

After a while, a strange expression appeared on his cow's face: "Where are my horns?"

At the same time, in the state of Zifu.

Not far from the Central Purple Mansion Divine Monument, the Guiyuan Spirit Wood gathered the spiritual qi cyclones in the sky, creating a top-level Cave Heaven Blessed Land.

On one side, Zhang Fan sat cross-legged, with a jasper pool beside him, and a golden horn lying quietly on the edge of the pool.

(To be continued)