Transcending Tribulation Immortal Venerable

Chapter 262
Zheng Fan couldn't help but take a look at Zilong, and continued walking towards the depths with strides.

He could clearly feel that the man with the special flame of life was here.

After Zheng Fan leaves here.

Zilong and other five people began to complain to each other.

"That man killed Heihu, and you let him go just like that?" the tall man with a rough tone said dissatisfiedly.

"Then why didn't you attack first?" Zi Long put her hands on her hips and said angrily.

Hearing Zilong's words, the tall man lowered his head immediately, not knowing how to answer.

He was also frightened by the terrifying coercion emanating from Zheng Fan, and he didn't even have the courage to speak, so why would he take the initiative to attack.

The other three remained silent, silently thinking about Zheng Fan's identity and which sect he belonged to.

"Will he take away our magic weapon?" the tall Nie Yun asked.

In this passage, there are still many broken spirit weapons and magic weapons that have not been excavated.

Every broken spiritual weapon is worth tens of millions to them.

Using this money to buy life potions will greatly help them improve their strength.

"He doesn't seem interested." Zi Long said.

"He should have gone far away." Nie Yun looked into the dark passage, but he didn't see Zheng Fan.

"I don't know, but I don't plan to go in now." Zi Long was very frightened by Zheng Fan, even if she didn't see Zheng Fan, she didn't dare to go in.

The white sword energy displayed by Zheng Fan just now, as if to destroy the world, scared Zi Long to death.

Seeing that Zilong dared not go in, Nie Yun looked at the three people who had been silent all the time, and asked, "What do you three think?"

"Wait here, there is still a scary guy inside." One person said, his tone was as cold as a machine.

Seeing that no one went in, Nie Yun had no choice but to give up, praying in his heart, hoping that Zheng Fan would not take away the broken spiritual weapon and magic weapon inside.

In the dark passage.

There is not even a candle here, and from time to time, water droplets can be heard splashing on the ground, making a tick-tock sound.

Zheng Fan ignored the surrounding voices, and continued to move forward according to the position of the special life flame.

On the way forward, Zheng Fan saw piles of broken spirit weapons and magic weapons.

Although these spiritual artifacts are broken, they are still better than the spiritual artifacts refined by the Qifeng Taoist.

Zheng Fan wondered, could it be that this is really a tomb of a cultivator?

Soon, Zheng Fan came to the place where the special flame of life was burning.

In the end, no one was seen, only a black shiny wall.

Looking at the black wall, Zheng Fan stretched out his right hand, shining with dazzling white light, and hit the black wall.

Whoa.

When Zheng Fan hit the black wall with his palm, he heard a mournful howl.

He wondered, could this black wall be a magic weapon?

And it is also a magic weapon with a spirit.

Thinking of this, Zheng Fan became much lighter this time, and swung his palm again to hit the black wall.

Whoa.

This time, like the last time, a mournful howl sounded.

It's just not as miserable as it was called last time.

Seeing this, Zheng Fan had a slight smile on his lips. He never expected to meet a magic weapon with a spirit weapon here.

According to the history of this large tomb, if it is an artifact spirit, it must be at least thousands of years old.

The strength should be in the demigod realm, or the god realm.

After all, the earth's spiritual power is thin, and being able to reach the demigod realm can already be regarded as an extraordinary talent, the best among geniuses.

While Zheng Fan was guessing, an old and kind voice sounded, "Little friend, don't continue to attack, the spirit of the weapon will be injured."

Zheng Fan listened to the old man's words and asked directly: "Are you Taoist Yuanyu?"

He had never seen Taoist Yuanyu, let alone heard his voice, so he didn't know if this voice was Taoist Yuanyu.

Hearing Zheng Fan's words, the old man was taken aback for a moment, and immediately said, "It's the old man."

After he finished speaking, he paused and said, "I don't know what you want from me?"

"About the three-color jade." Zheng Fan said flatly.

Taoist Yuanyu was stunned for a moment when he heard the three-color jade, and said: "You want to know how to use the three-color jade, I can tell you right now."

Zheng Fan listened to Taoist Yuanyu's words, hehe said: "I want to know how you know how to use the three-color jade."

Zheng Fan knew how to use the three-color jade himself, and Taoist Yuanyu didn't need to tell him.

Taoist Yuanyu heard Zheng Fan's words, and said solemnly: "This little friend doesn't need to know."

"Oh?" Zheng Fan said hehe, "Could it be some shocking secret?"

After he finished speaking, a white light flashed in his right hand, and he pressed it against the shiny black wall.

Previously, he didn't know that this was the spirit weapon of the magic weapon, so he only attacked twice.

Now that he knows it, Zheng Fan has a way to make this Qi Ling obediently open a door and come out.

When Zheng Fan's palm glowing white was pressed against the black wall, the sound of wow sounded again.

Immediately after that, a small door appeared on the black wall.

This door is very strange, as if projected by a phantom, it looks very fake.

When Zheng Fan saw the door, he walked in with a slight smile on his face.

Taoist Yuanyu saw a door opened by Zheng Fan on the black wall, his eyes were complicated, and he was surprised how Zheng Fan did it.

You must know that this black wall weapon spirit is very difficult to deal with, even he spent a huge price to let the weapon spirit open the passage and walk in.

When Zheng Fan walked in, he looked at the furnishings inside the black walls, like a study room, filled with dozens of bookshelves.

Every bookshelf is full of books.

An old man with white hair, dressed in Taoist robes, with a fairy-like demeanor, was sitting on a stone chair, reading an ancient book in his hand.

Zheng Fan looked at Taoist Yuanyu, and said in a calm tone, "Are you sure you don't want to say anything?"

In addition to being curious about how Taoist Yuanyu knew how to use the three-color jade, he was even more curious about why he taught so many people to use the three-color jade.

Taoist Yuanyu listened to Zheng Fan's words, with a kind smile on his face, and said, "Don't say it."

After he finished speaking, he paused and said, "Little friend, there are some things that you don't need to know. The more you know, the more you will cause unnecessary trouble."

Taoist Yuanyu couldn't tell anyone about the three-color jade, not even his apprentice, let alone such an irrelevant person as Zheng Fan.

Hearing Taoist Yuanyu's words, Zheng Fan exuded an aura that enveloped the study.

He looked at Taoist Yuanyu with an extremely cold tone, "If you don't say anything, I will let you die."

(End of this chapter)