"Do you think he's going to really leave?"

Zhang Fan sat on the body of the wild cow, his eyes did not leave the thick fog of Changchun Valley, and said indifferently.

In this place where there is no life except for the dead, the object of his questioning is, of course, the man who is proud of his mount.

"I don't know!"

The brute replied sullenly, with a hint of nonchalance in his voice.

Naturally, he didn't dare to take Zhang Fan's words seriously, but at this time, his pair of bull's eyes were glancing on the ground from time to time, full of horror and heartache, and he was attracted for a while.

"Of course he won't go!"

Zhang Fan smiled and knocked on Manniu's head to remind him to concentrate.

"Why?"

The brute bull was startled, quickly gathered his thoughts, and asked playfully.

At this time, the tone of the brute bull was quite a bit of "why is the lord laughing".

"He is already a genuine casual cultivator, picking cheap, looking for opportunities, risking death, and almost becoming a heavenly surname, how can he hope to avoid the truth of danger?"

"If that's the case, I'm afraid he won't be able to cultivate the cultivation he is today. ”

Zhang Fan was quite satisfied with Manniu's performance at this time, and he didn't care about the glances in his hand from time to time.

On his fingers, an invisible gas suddenly appeared, like a mottled swimming dragon, swimming between his fingers.

One magic weapon after another, as if thrown into a bottomless pit, can't even hear a sound, just swallowed by this gas that you might ignore if you are not careful.

"Loser~"

Subconsciously, the brute cow howled in his stomach, eager to jump up and take all those magic weapons into his pocket.

Of course, this is just a thought, and by chance making eye contact with Zhang Fan who seems to be able to penetrate everything, he is a spirit in his heart, and he hurriedly added in his heart: "It is worthy of being my master, the atmosphere, it is really the atmosphere!"

At this point, Fang Cai felt a little more at ease, didn't dare to look at it anymore, and walked forward.

In fact, at this time, Zhang Fan was in the mood to care what this wild bull was thinking, he was already immersed in a kind of satisfaction and joy.

This feeling is not from one's own body, but from the treasure devouring aura on one's body.

At his current stage, it is becoming more and more difficult to have the urge to be satisfied and joyful, which can be said to be a long time.

Since it entered his hands, the treasure devouring aura has been kept in a state of "hunger", and this time it is finally bitter and half-full.

During this period of time, all kinds of magic weapons and other things that Zhang Fan had collected were swallowed up by the insatiable treasure devouring aura in just a moment, and even the scum was not left.

When Zhang Fan's bag was empty, the treasure devouring aura sent a message, indicating that it was "full", and it was faintly burping.

Feeling that this treasure-devouring aura can be called a strange spiritual surname, as well as a feeling of faint growth, Zhang Fan stopped the loser's move with satisfaction.

Cultivating the Treasure Devouring Spiritual Qi is an extremely long process, and this can be seen from the earth-shattering cultivation of the Land True Immortal Lu Yu, who has never done it for a long time.

"It's a long way to go!"

Zhang Fan sighed secretly and temporarily removed his mind from the treasure devouring aura.

At this time, the wild bull buried his head and walked hard, and he was gradually approaching the Changchun Valley.

Suddenly, Zhang Fan stretched out his hand and pressed it, and the brute bull stopped knowing the opportunity.

"At this point, I'll sneak in and take a look, and you can find a place to hide, and listen to the call of this seat at any time. ”

There was no discussion in his words at all, but a direct order.

When the bull heard this, he was both happy and regretful.

Fortunately, he didn't have to face the terrifying existence like a nightmare in the eyes of him and the ancestors of the past, and it was a pity that he couldn't follow his master to kill the Kurong Ancestor majestically, so that they could see that the wild bull in the past was now following the right master, and it was no longer what it used to be.

Compared with the limelight, the idea of saving his life finally prevailed, and without saying a word, he slipped away, his huge body changed, and he hid in a withered yellow forest and disappeared.

As for how he dodged, Zhang Fan didn't care.

From the memory of the old man in yellow, he already knew a lot of things, one of which was that there was a huge Kurong Island, in addition to the Kurong Ancestor, the only powerhouses above the Yuanying level were the four people who were old trees with flying flowers and fallen leaves, which had already made him come to the end.

In this way, there is no longer a threat to the existence of wild bulls on the entire island, and it doesn't matter whether to hide or not.

As soon as Manniufu left, Zhang Fan's body moved, as if he had blended into the shade of the trees, into the shadows reflected in every fallen leaf, and his figure and breath disappeared in an instant.

......

Outside the fog of Changchun Valley, there are a large number of manor-like buildings on the left and right.

The carved fence on the left is mostly decorated with verdant jade and jade, with its verdant, dotted with some vitality;

The thick earth and stone on the right render a dry yellow dye, which is thick and heavy, showing the artistic conception of bleakness.

The two sides are at opposite directions, each going to the extreme, and it is the demon cultivation force on Kurong Island.

Kuei Island is not an isolated existence, and although it does not have too many entanglements with the big forces in the outside world, it does not rule out contact with Sanxiu.

If it weren't for that, with the resources on the island, even if the local demon cultivators cultivated the way of withering glory passed down from the ancestors of Kurong, they could draw nutrients from the nature of heaven and earth, it would not be enough to support so many immortal cultivators.

Since you want to communicate with people, Changchun Valley is not suitable, so there are two stations, one yellow and one green.

The two sides are distinct, and they are the monks of Kurong Island who cultivate the way of withering and the way of glory.

As for the four people such as Lao Shu Pangen, they are not on any of them, they are the personal disciples specially selected by the Kurong Ancestor, and they are specially cultivated in the Changchun Valley, and they are dedicated to representing the transcendent existence of going out to do things.

The four people under the sect were sent out in one go, and it can be seen that the young master killed by the brute bull and the ancient wood token he captured had multiple positions in the heart of the Kurong Ancestor.

At this time, in the Changchun Valley, there were only the ancestors of Kurong, and the boys and girls who were sent into the valley by the demon cultivators of both sides of Kurong every month.

Sending boys and girls into the valley, I don't know how many years this act has been going on, anyway, every other month, it must be repeated, and the accumulation is already a terrifying number.

Most of the boys and girls only saw them in and out, and when they entered the valley, it was as if they had been erased from the world, and there was no trace of them.

The rare exception is the old tree root and others, who are said to have been selected by the withered ancestor from among the boys and girls.

These contents were learned by Zhang Fan from the soul search of the old man in yellow.

Soul searching for this person, he was originally just doing it casually, seeing that he was the highest in cultivation and the highest status among everyone.

I never wanted to fight crookedly, the old man in yellow was one of the three elders on the withered side of the withered character in the withered demon cultivation.

The three elders of Kurong are all at the peak of their cultivation, and if they are people who have a slight relationship with Kurong Island, such as Han Hao, it is not difficult to know their identities just by looking at their cultivation.

After all, apart from the six of them, there is no master of such strength among the monks of Kurong Island.

In Zhang Fan's eyes, there was no difference between the peak of the knot pill and the early stage of the knot, so he ignored the past, and was not surprised until the end of the soul search, knowing that he had accidentally caught a big fish.

According to the memory of the old man in yellow, the six of them were actually not promoted normally, but were raised to such a state by the old ancestor of Kurong, so it was difficult to make an inch of progress in their lives.

It's just that in the memory of the old man in yellow, the scene where he was promoted and cultivated was blank, obviously the process was not even clear to him, and Zhang Fan naturally didn't know it.

Zhang Fan didn't care about this, the only thing he cared about was that in the memory of the old man in yellow, these two people were the sons who sent boys and girls into the valley once a month.

This time, the person responsible for collecting and transporting boys and girls is the "Rong" side, representing the demon cultivator of all life, so the old man in yellow doesn't know the specific name, only that it is roughly this time.

Zhang Fan was guarding outside the Changchun Valley at this time, constricting his aura with the shadow of the Heavenly Demon, hiding in a shadow, quietly waiting for the opportunity.

According to his judgment, this was the best chance to enter the Changchun Valley.

Changchun Valley itself is like a special world, shrouded in thick fog everywhere, like a natural formation.

If he was alerted to the Kurong Ancestor in advance, it would be tantamount to a turtle shell protecting it in it, giving the other party enough time to react, who knows what moths he will come up with.

The best choice is undoubtedly to mix among the boys and women, smoothly enter the valley, face the Kurong Ancestor, and win the battle, the most direct and simple.

In the shadows, Zhang Fan felt the artistic conception of life and death on Kurong Island with his heart, and at the same time carefully did not go deeper, so as not to stimulate the old tree spirit in the valley, which was three days.

The last thing that immortal cultivators lack is time and patience, and the time of three days is fleeting.

"Rustle~"

The sound of shuffling footsteps, suddenly, came from a distance.

"It's coming!"

Zhang Fan continued to stay in the shadow of the heavenly demon, suddenly opened his eyes, and followed the sound to look, more than ten figures jumped into his eyes.

One in front and two in the back, three immortal cultivators dressed in greenery, like countless emerald green leaves adorned with clothes, escorted five men and five women, exactly ten boys and girls, and gradually approached.

After approaching, the voices of the boys and girls secretly crying, or wooden, or fearful, or expectant, or desperate looks, also came into Zhang Fan's eyes one by one.

For countless years, I don't know how many boys and girls, like these ten people in front of them, have stepped into the valley and never come out again.

The rolling fog, at this time, seems to be like a greedy demon beast, with its huge mouth wide open, trying to choose people to devour.

After a while, the three immortal cultivators with impatient faces escorted the boy and woman, and finally walked to the mouth of the valley.

Immediately, the three of them changed their faces, their impatient expressions disappeared in an instant, they changed into flattering smiles, and they all lay on the ground together, and said something that made Zhang Fan feel creepy.

(To be continued)