Cultivation of Immortals: Starting from Burning Paper for Grandpa

The sky was dim and dead silent, and the surroundings were still surrounded by endless ruins.

After looking at the time, Yang Fan realized that he had been chasing for more than ten hours without knowing it.

Even if he could only use the speed of the first layer of foundation building, and with the addition of hundreds of amulets, he had already flown beyond the distance of the entire Great Xia.

How vast is this group of palaces!

Yang Fan's eyes flickered, he pondered for a moment, and then chased after the direction where the black light disappeared. While looking forward to encountering the spirit treasure again, he searched for other people's traces and exits.

One day, two days, three days...

Seven days later, Yang Fan looked at the boundless broken city, and his mood sank to the bottom.

Apart from the ruins here, there are still ruins, not to mention people, not even a mosquito, let alone find an exit.

What made him even more annoyed was that the Yang Ling had failed and he couldn't contact his grandfather in the underworld.

Half a month later, Yang Fan gave up his search and settled in a collapsed hall called 'Kunji Palace', concentrating on refining the remnant souls of monsters and recovering their consciousness.

Although the purple toxin in his body was temporarily suppressed by the spiritual consciousness comparable to the strength of the Nascent Soul stage, he was afraid that it would explode after a long time, and there would be no one to help operate the formation in this place where the birds don't shit. Strips toxins.

As for the others, most of them are already in danger.

The remnant soul of the swallowing ox python, the remnant soul of the broken cloud nine-star scorpion, the remnant soul of the six-eyed golden toad, the remnant soul of the three-legged golden crow, and the remnant soul of the nine-tailed sky fox.

It took Yang Fan nearly half a year to refine the remaining five remnant souls, and consumed more than 50 catties of Mengpo soup, before he completely filled his sea of ​​consciousness and returned to its previous peak state.

It shows how much the price of the battle with the Blu-ray man was.

"It's been more than six months..."

Yang Fan let out a long breath, rose into the sky, and the spiritual perception of more than [-] meters swept out and flew towards the original direction.

Another month.

Yang Fan stood at the end of a [-]-meter-long slanted stone pillar and looked at the endless ruins. While his heart was shocked by the vastness of the palace complex, fear began to grow.

He felt like he was going to be trapped to death in this unknown space.

"Ok?"

Suddenly, Yang Fan's mind moved, and he rushed forward at full speed to the left.

Not long after, I saw a young woman walking slowly among the ruins with a long sword in her hand and a backpack on her shoulders, looking around cautiously.

Sensing that Changhong was approaching, the woman stopped her vain steps, with the horizontal sword in front of her, with a look of surprise and uncertainty.

When she saw who was coming, she was pleasantly surprised, as if she couldn't hold on any longer, she sat on the ground weakly and said, "Senior Yang...help me, do you have anything to eat?"

When Yang Fan landed, he saw that her long white dress was covered with dust and her hair was a little messy. In my impression, she was a disciple of the Xuanyin Sect on Mount Emei.

"What about the rest?"

Yang Fan examined and asked, and was surprised that a monk who practiced Qi at the ninth level was still alive, and her spirit was clearly surrounded by the same purple energy as her own.

The woman's expression was sluggish, she shook her head slightly and said: "I haven't seen it, the junior has been walking in the ruins for more than half a year, and I haven't seen a single person."

"Tell the truth! Explain in detail!"

Yang Fan's face turned solemn, his consciousness locked on his brain, and the blood stains on her intact skirt obviously did not belong to her.

The woman's body trembled, and when she met Yang Fan's eyes, she felt a sense of being pierced into her heart, and Lihua immediately cried with tears: "I, I, this junior was also forced to do nothing, it was my younger sister who wanted to kill me first..."

After listening to her explanation, Yang Fan was silent, with a slight chill down his spine.

The woman's name was Fu Qiao. After waking up, she searched among the ruins and rubble for more than a month, and met a fellow apprentice who was in another Qi training period, and walked along the way.

Because there was no bigu, the dry food and bigu pills he had brought were eaten up, in order to survive, he took advantage of his junior sister's unprepared hands to kill her, and persisted in eating his meat until now.

Relevant pictures appeared in his mind, and Yang Fan's stomach twitched for a while.

Even knowing that in ancient times when there was a famine, there was a situation where children were changed to eat, but it is hard to imagine that she can do it and eat it.

Looking at her face, this girl is at most 20 years old!

After a long time, Yang Fan threw a bottle of Bigu Pill to her and asked, "Where did you come from?"

"Over there, go straight from there to this way..." Fu Qiao pointed backwards, grabbed the medicine bottle and poured it out, and stuffed two pills into her mouth, "Thank you, Senior Yang for saving your life, junior Repay you by being a cow or a horse!"

Yang Fan thought for a moment, waved her up, and flew in another direction.

Two days later, the two walked one after the other in the still endless abandoned city.

After regaining her strength, Fu Qiao, who had been silent all this time, mustered up her courage, and murmured: "Senior, are we unable to get out?"

Yang Fan was at a loss, the ruins were too big, and he didn't know when they would come to an end.

Judging from his long search and observation, it is only possible to find a way to leave if he walks out of the ruins.

"Save and eat, I don't have Bigu Pill anymore." Yang Fan glanced at her and reminded her.

He didn't need Bigu Pill himself, so he gave Niu Guyu to keep it, and the only half bottle was still unused.

Fu Qiao turned pale when she heard this, "Yes..."

However, she calmed down a little in a flash. The spiritual energy here has not been completely exhausted. With half a bottle of Bigu Pill, it should be able to persist until breaking through the Foundation Establishment.

The only worry was that Yang Fan would leave her behind.

Looking at Yang Fan's side face with a thoughtful expression, she soon became concerned.

"Senior, will it be just the two of us left?"

"Senior, we may really have to stay here forever."

In the next few days, Fu Qiao hinted from time to time with a delicate and delicate posture.

Even when he stopped to rest, he changed clothes without any hesitation at a distance of less than ten meters from Yang Fan, seeking shelter with his own age, face, and body.

Regarding this, Yang Fan never said a word, saving her was just to let there be a living creature in this extremely quiet place.

"Oops~"

The 'accidental' Fu Qiao slipped on the soles of her feet, staggered and threw herself on Yang Fan, pulled his arm and said weakly with a blushing face, "I'm sorry senior, I didn't pay attention to the road."

Facing the clumsy performance, Yang Fan looked indifferent, "With these thoughts, it is better to use the exercises to raise the realm."

Fu Qiao didn't let go but gripped even tighter, staring at Yang Fan's eyes, biting his lips affectionately and said bluntly: "Senior, let Qiaoer serve you, you can do whatever you want, Qiaoer will listen to you."

There was no one around and no sound was heard.

For such a long time in the past, she didn't believe that a man like Yang Fan, who was full of vigor and vigor, would be able to bear it when he took the initiative to show favor to him who was excellent in appearance and figure.

She felt that the two needed each other in batches.

Yang Fan felt sad, he didn't know what kind of person she was before, but he deeply realized that death can change a person beyond recognition.

His gaze shifted from where she was holding her arm to her eyes, and Yang Fan stared at her coldly, making him let go as quickly as if avoiding a snake.

"No next time."

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