With the death of Zhiyong monk, Yang Fan is invincible in the field.


    "Boy, don''t forget to ask your master to gather something later. Although it''s useless, it''s still a great remedy for you now." Suddenly, a voice appeared in Yang Fan''s mind.


    Needless to think, nature is the great God on the second floor.


    "What?" Yang Fan was stunned.


    He cleaned the battlefield, and basically all the valuable have been put into his pocket. However, since the second floor said so, Yang Fan quickly checked the leak and filled the vacancy, but the same, nothing was found.


    "Boss, what is it?" Yang Fan asked helplessly.


    "A star soul light, you can''t feel your current power." The sound of the second floor fell again.


    Yang Fan remembered that after he killed Gongsun, the immortal light disappeared. Yang Fan thought that the ethereal power should be taken back by the huge face above the void, but now it seems that it is not so.


    As for him, Yang Fan is not interested in a dime. Even this kind of flame is not qualified to beat teeth for the little Firebird. After all, he is the true fire of five Yang. Without entering six Yang, Yang Fan''s divine body has no effect at all.


    However, after such a reminder on the second floor, Yang Fan also thought that Gongsun Hou''s body could not be wasted. Gongsun is not qualified to cut, but Gongsun Hou is enough. The existence of Jiuyang real fire is enough to make his fire god body stronger.


    It can even take him to a higher level.


    Since his God of fire decided to open the heaven and earth of Dan Road, there has been no further progress. Now he has obtained the real fire of Jiuyang, plus the previous cluster of flames, Yang Fan has a feeling that it is bound to bring him a great surprise.


    But now, it is not the time to consider these. After all, even if you want to practice, you have to wait for the immediate things to be solved.


    Also at this time, the Buddha''s voice swirled in the void, and the disappeared Buddha returned again. The shadow of the Buddha greets you and kowtows in front of the Buddha''s door.


    Squeak!


    When the Buddhist door opened again, two figures came out of it.


    The old man walked around step by step. It seemed that the Buddha was his back garden. He came and went whenever he wanted.


    The Buddha is walking quietly behind the old man. The old man doesn''t speak, and he doesn''t speak.


    "OK, I''ll go too. Let this little guy go to your Foshan for a walk. He really needs washing." Said the old man.


    "Nature." The Buddha nodded and said that he didn''t dare to have any hesitation at all.


    The old man nodded and looked at Yang Fan.


    "It''s getting stronger. A hard struggle makes you sharpen it. That''s good. Improve your cultivation as soon as possible. Time is running out." The old man looked at Yang Fan and said.


    "Master, are you leaving now?" Yang Fan quickly opened his mouth to stop.


    He has too many doubts and wants to ask the old man. For example, what is this rule and what is above it? Who made the rules


    Too much, too much.


    He needs to explore an answer.


    "Don''t ask, you just don''t know. Some things still need to be explored by yourself. Sometimes what others tell you is not as good as what you see. Of course, don''t trust your eyes too much. However, you can give you something. Although it''s not a treasure, it should be able to promote your long gun again if it is integrated into your long gun." The old man said faintly, and then began to swim in the void with his bare hands, as if he were pointing something.


    But soon, the old man''s hands trembled faster and faster, and a golden dark light gradually condensed in front of him.


    In the twinkling of an eye, a fairy light condensed in the old man''s hand.


    "The power of the Stargate in this thing can trigger a trace of the power of stars. I think your spear should be about to be promoted. If the chance happens, if you can meet Gao Superman, the forging method, and help you melt it, you may have unexpected gains." The old man counted.


    "Can I refine it?" Yang Fan hurriedly asked.


    This power is very strange. It can save Gongsun from death and even reunite the flesh. If Yang Fan doesn''t want to have this means, he doesn''t believe it.


    "A little promising. What is the use of this power? You still don''t understand. You are the greatest opportunity between heaven and earth." The old man said with a twinkle of discontent in his eyes.


    Come on, the figure of the old man stepped out and disappeared into the void.


    Yang Fan''s face was helpless. Unexpectedly, a word would cause the old man''s dissatisfaction.


    "Hold the grass, xiaofanzi, you are making the master angry. Does that mean that my dream of worshipping the master is broken?" Hou couldn''t help complaining and disappeared.


    But Yang Fan ignored him and just fell into meditation.


    Although the old man didn''t say much, each sentence seemed to point out something.


    "What you hear is not as good as what you see? But sometimes don''t trust your eyes too much? What does this mean?" Yang Fan couldn''t help thinking.


    But before Yang Fan thought of a sign, the Buddha suddenly said:


    "Little friend, it''s an amazing opportunity to have something to do with this elder. I really don''t know whether to say you''re lucky or unlucky."


    Yang Fan was stunned and didn''t know why.


    "Buddha, what does that mean?" Yang Fan asked faintly.


    be neither humble nor pushy!


    After all, the performance of the Buddha in front of the old man made Yang Fan a little speechless. However, although the Buddha in front of him is a spiritual body, his cultivation is not covered, and there must be necessary respect.


    "Nothing, but since you are a senior apprentice, I''m here. It''s a little unreasonable not to give you a gift." The Buddha prevaricated, then opened the center of his eyebrows with one hand and cut a small opening.


    Immediately, a drop of golden blood flowed out along his fingertips.


    At dusk, Yang Fan only felt the golden light flashing in front of him, like a Zhenshi Buddha standing in front of him, and all evil spirits would disappear under this power.


    But there are also differences in his heart:


    "Buddha, this... Is not very good. After all, no merit or reward." Yang Fan said politely.


    But his hands were extremely honest.


    That meaning is already very obvious, just say: you give it to me quickly, you give it to me quickly.


    However, the Buddha Lord ignored Yang Fan and just moved his hands. Then, as he sketched, the blood directly changed into swastika.


    Yang Fan''s eyes burst into a flash of fine awn, which was so shocking. The Buddha''s real blood. There is no need to compare it at all. Just from the breath and color, we can know that it is much stronger than the drop of real blood used by Zhiyong monk to summon him.


    "This is a drop of my true Buddha blood, which was bred by my body when I testified to the Buddha Lord. To be honest, even myself, there are only a few drops. But you can''t fuse this blood, and you have no chance with me." The Buddha said.


    "Buddha''s words are different. It''s fate to meet each other. What''s more, you still have a strong relationship with my teacher. I think I can become friends with my Buddha. Moreover, I am kind-hearted and compassionate. Maybe I can inherit the mantle of Buddha." Yang Fan said directly.


    My eyes are red!


    This kind of existence, let alone him, even if the Buddha knows it, he has to fight for a broken head and blood.


    This is real Buddha blood. He doesn''t know what this concept is, but he can feel that the terrorist power contained in this word is easy to suppress the existence of Zhiyong monk.