Cultivation of Immortals: Starting from Burning Paper for Grandpa

Entering the courtyard of Niu Guyu's house, Yang Fan felt a little dazed, as if he was familiar with him before leaving, and scenes of memories emerged in his mind.

The golden-scaled dog Wangfu lay asleep at the mouth of the well, a faint smell of alcohol wafted through the yard, and a gray gourd was pressed under its horseshoe-like paws.

Yang Fan stepped forward and knelt down, rubbed the dog's head, picked up the gourd, unplugged it and smelled it, it was really wine, beer.

"Is it drunk?"

Peng Tong said with a smile: "Brother Wangfu can hold a lot of alcohol now, and he usually doesn't get drunk. He still needs to sleep every once in a while as before, but now it's enough to sleep three times a day, about two hours at a time."

Yang Fan was speechless, he was still guarding the sect, if someone really beat him up, he would be slaughtered like a dead pig.

As if knowing what he was thinking, Peng Tong said again: "Brother Wangfu is sleeping, if he is in danger of being attacked, he will wake up by himself."

At this time, a figure flew down to the gate of the courtyard, and Bai Qin, who was dressed in a snow-white long dress, stepped in and bowed his hands, "I've seen Senior Yang!"

Yang Fan nodded. It is difficult and special for the longevity body to advance. She still stays at the fifth floor of foundation building. Yuan Xueqi, a former qi training monk, has overtaken her and reached the seventh floor of foundation building.

Bai Qin hesitated and asked, "My younger brother and younger sister..."

Yang Fan remained silent, and waved his hand to take out four specific corpses from the storage ring.

Fang Zhongping, Zhong Ting, Zhuge Jin, Yuan Xueqi, Yunding Immortal Palace four single spiritual roots, only one came back.

"Find a place in the mountains and bury the two of them together."

"The other two are disciples of the Ghost Suppressing Sect. Peng Tong, ask someone to send them back."

"Bai Qin, give Peng Tong the address of Fang Zhongping's hometown, and take care of him in the future. There is no need to explain too much to his family."

Peng Tong clasped his fists: "It's senior brother, I know how to do it."

"Go get busy, I need to retreat for half a month, don't bother if there is nothing important."

"Yes!"

Yang Fan walked out of the courtyard for a while, then looked back at Bai Qin, "I heard that Xiong Sanwan said that you have the soul card of your younger brother and younger sister?"

Bai Qin nodded: "Except Junior Brother Yuan's, they are all broken."

Yang Fan, who had a little luck in his heart, was speechless again, his eyes were dim, and he walked slowly towards the two-story red brick building in the distance. The back of his blood-stained clothes looked a little desolate and lonely.

Peng Tong looked at Li Yinwan and Zhang Xiao, suspicious and inquiring.

……

back home.

Yang Fan took a shower, changed his clothes, trimmed his beard, entered the underground secret room, and rang the sun bell.

After being connected in three seconds, Grandpa's figure appeared in the sea of ​​consciousness, and a voice of surprise and joy came out.

"Fan Er!"

"When did you come back?"

"What's the matter with you kid, you can't even contact Yin Yang Ling?"

Yang Fan smiled, "Long time no see, Grandpa, you just came back to the village, you don't look well?"

"Damn, it's just that I've been busy dealing with trivial matters and business affairs recently. It's very good, but it's you, whose face is as white as paper!"

Yang Fan was silent for a moment and said, "I was sucked into a place called 'Dead Realm' by the floating city in the air. I can't finish talking about the details for a while. The consciousness and vitality in my grandson's body are not enough to support the chat for 10 minutes."

As soon as he uses his divine sense now, his brain feels tingling and drowsy.

Yang Jianye frowned, with a dignified expression, "It's so serious, the soul has been injured? Then why don't you hurry up and recover!"

Yang Fan smiled and said, "I can't die for the time being, I have to tell you that I'm safe first."

"Then let's not talk about it, you should heal your injury quickly, Grandpa still has something for you to do."

"what's up?"

"I said that you can't do it now, Mavericks has the Soul Accumulation Pill, which is helpful for the injury of the soul, so that's it, hang up."

Yang Fan shouted, "Grandpa, do you know that the old locust tree in the village has grown bigger and taller?"

"I know. Last time I sent special products, I couldn't go to see them. It wasn't hot enough. I have to continue watering. I'm not sure if it will work. That's fine. If we continue talking, Grandpa is afraid that you will come to see me directly in the underworld!"

After speaking, the call ended.

Yang Fan smiled and was stunned for a while. After taking a breath, he checked his body again, and then took out Meng Po soup and a lot of spirit stones, preparing to refine and recover.

As soon as he started practicing the exercises, he opened his eyes suspiciously, looked at the storage ring again, and was immediately dumbfounded as soon as he thought about it.

Of the more than 5 spiritual stones, only the outer layer is intact, and the inner layer is dull and dull, with all the spiritual energy lost and turned into waste stones!

He hastily inspected the spirit stones in the other small storage rings, and it was more thorough, all turned into powder.

At the beginning, nearly 60 high-grade spiritual stones were dug in the underground spiritual vein of Feihe Secret Realm, and 20 yuan was given to Niu Guyu as the daily expenses of the sect, and another 10 yuan was given to Shen Xintong.

The remaining 30 yuan is not used much, and now there are only less than 2 yuan left.

It hurts so much that I can't breathe!

"what happened?"

Even if the dead world is special and the spirit stones are stored in the storage ring, it is impossible for the spirit energy to be lost so quickly.

And this was obviously absorbed by the use. Before he was conscious, he knew to use the spirit stone pile to paralyze himself first.

Yang Fan's eyes were flickering, scanning the items in the storage ring, and suddenly his eyes were fixed, staring at a corpse core in the pile of 'spiritual objects'.

He harvested nearly a thousand 'spiritual objects' at the beginning, gave some of the confused red-armored Yin soldiers, and there are more than 500 left, among which there are many corpse cores of the A clan, but not such a big one.

Raising his hand, he took two corpse cores, one large and one small, into his hands, forming a stark contrast. One was the size of a lychee, and the other was larger than an adult's fist, and contained a majestic cold vitality.

"Where did this come from?"

For a moment, Yang Fan thought of the only possible red-armored Yin soldier death guard, "But how did it get to my storage ring?"

"Not it."

Not to mention that the consciousness of the red-armored soldier was dissipated by the self-explosion and fall of the sky lamp, it is impossible to have such an act of "paralysis", and it is impossible to absorb more than 20 spirit stones in such a short time.

Yang Fan glanced at the storage ring again, ruling out all possibilities, and finally fixed his gaze on the black ruler.

Except for it, which is suspected to be an innate spirit treasure, there is no living thing in the storage ring.

"You saved me?"

Yang Fan sent out a spiritual thought to the ruler, considering the situation at that time, he would definitely die, at least his body would be turned into ashes if he couldn't keep it, but he ended up in the fire area safe and sound.

Thinking about it now, it is very likely that the black ruler 'borrowed' his spirit stone, and then helped to offset it.

After asking a few words, the ruler did not respond, Yang Fan cast a spell and dragged it to the secret room, and placed it three meters away in front of him.

"I know you saved me. Look, I didn't lie to you. I brought you out."

"You need a lot of spirit stones to recover. Although the spirit energy of the outside world is stronger than that of the dead world, it can't compare with the spirit stones gathered together."

"But not everyone has spirit stones, I can provide them to you."

"You saved me, I won't hurt you, come out and talk."

"..."

No matter what he said, the ruler didn't respond in the slightest.

Yang Fan pondered, put the ruler into his hands, looked at it carefully, rubbed it carefully, and probed into his consciousness again. It was the same as when he first got it, but he couldn't find any clues, just like an ordinary ruler with a better appearance.

"Could it be that because you saved me, you recovered a little by absorbing the spirit stone, and then fell into a deep sleep because of the consumption?"

"Well, the flames of various colors in the fire domain are obviously very hot, especially the purple flame, but I am not hurt, it should be because of it."

After a long time, Yang Fan put the ruler back into the storage ring and began to refine Meng Po Tang.

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dead world.

A low-level battlefield, a corner of the ruins.

Zhuge Jin woke up and opened his eyes, Huo Di turned over and knelt on the ground on one knee, looked around beautifully, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief: The war should be over.

Then I was shocked again, and found that my realm was suppressed again.

When the Great War of the Six Clans started, she regained the peak of the first floor of the foundation building, and was promoted to the third floor of the foundation building. After that, she broke through twice during the battle and reached the fifth floor of the foundation building.

But now he can only display the cultivation of the second floor of the foundation.

She didn't get a lot of information about the dead world from the Stone Clan like Yang Fan did. She only learned from some brief exchanges during the battle that this war would last for a year.

After calculating the time in her mind, she came to a conclusion: when not suppressed by the law, the duration of each coma is extended to at least seven days.

She started the "Reincarnation Reincarnation Technique" to condense the black mist and disguised herself as a corpse mandrill, and flew into the distance.

There were corpses strewn all over the ruins, but there was a dead silence, and there was no movement of any dead creatures or living beings after flying [-] meters.

"It seems that my condition has gotten worse. I will be in a coma for more than seven days every time in the future, otherwise the army will not retreat so quickly..."

Landing in a collapsed hall, Zhuge Jin was a little confused, not knowing where to go.

Before the start of the war, she and Li Quanzhen discussed that if they survived, they would return to the chassis of the corpse mandrill in the dead wood forest and meet at the agreed place.

But she wanted to find Yang Fan, she was sure that the black shadow she saw that day was the brother Fan she had been thinking about day and night.

Going back to the Deadwood Forest, let alone whether Li Quanzhen and the others are still alive, the current situation may not be able to pass through the territory of the Stone Clan, it would be better if they retreated with the corpse mandrill army.

After thinking for a long time, she gritted her teeth and slowly sneaked away in the direction where Yang Fan disappeared in the north.

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