If a dog-headed snake knows the truth, it will inevitably vomit blood.
What a pity, it is still kept in the dark...
On the other side.
The fantasy face followed Zhao Fan and penetrated into the ancient demon mountain.
When he saw the Saint Ancestor Yanxi, he greeted him.
By seniority, the Fantasy face is the other party’s senior.
Therefore, the attitude of the Saint Ancestor Yanxi was very good and did not ignore it.
"Senior Qi, have the tool creatures found?" Zhao Fan asked.
"Give."
The Saint Ancestor Yanxi handed over a treasure of cave heaven, "There are a total of 305 tool creatures suitable for you. I have checked it and they are all willing to act as your tool creatures in the depths of my soul."
Zhao Fan was stunned for a moment.
so much?
In fact, the Saint Ancestor Yanxi only found so many in a small town in a dynasty!
The supreme saint ancestor came forward, and in order to gain fame, the saint ancestor in the domain!
Nine out of ten are willing to die!
What a glory this is?!
Zhao Fan's thoughts swept into it.
There was a lively scene in the treasure of the cave.
"You all give up."
"Don't snatch me."
"I must be the one who works hard for Lord Jie Zu!"
"Look at me, I am the best-looking and a genius, and I will definitely choose mine."
...
Zhao Fan was filled with emotion.
This is the strong effect!
Many of the strongest and eternal ones are willing to die.
Not long after.
Zhao Fan's attention fell on a young man in white robe.
In the crowd, it seemed very quiet, neither competing nor scrambling, sitting quietly, but the eyes were full of tenacity and regretlessness.
Zhao Fan was a little moved, as if he had seen his former shadow in him.
"Just him, the better my feeling, the more I will be."
Zhao Fan sighed slightly, then converted the young man into his own treasure of the cave, and returned the remaining creatures to the Saint Ancestor Yanxi.
"Selected?"
The Saint Ancestor Yanxi did not ask much, but his thoughts moved.
All living beings return from the treasures in the cave to their respective origins.
Next.
The Saint Ancestor Yanxi gave another scroll of martial arts to Zhao Fan and said: "After Jixiang enters the main tool creature, let him practice this martial arts. As long as he gets started, he can directly return to the body."
"good."
Zhao Fan opened the scroll and took a look.
"Yunhua Jue"
For the Strongest Eternal, this is a regular exercise, and the effect is extremely useless.
It seems to exist specifically to reach the peak of the extreme realm.
Zhao Fan put away the scroll and left the ancient Demon Mountain with his illusion in the hopeful gaze of the Saint Ancestor Yanxi.
He did not go back, but directly escaped into the top space of the Nine Domain Tower and ordered: "Illusion, isolate the top layer. Without my permission, no one can disturb me."
"Um."
The Illusion knew the importance of this matter, retreated to the lower level, blocking the entrances and exits.
When the dog-headed snake heard the movement, it came up for no reason and looked, "Is the Lord on the top floor?"
Huanmian nodded, "He is going to retreat, let's wait here."
"Cough! It's so boring to wait. I'd better go soak the Yequan Water. It feels so comfortable!" The dog-headed snake shook its tail.
...
Nine Domain Tower, top floor.
The young man, carrying a strong and inferior knife, sat nervously in front of Zhao Fan, "Jie... Senior Jie Zu?"
"It's me."
Zhao Fan nodded casually, "What's your name?"
"The title is at dawn, and the real name is like a knife." The young man answered truthfully.
Zhao Fan asked softly: "Why are you willing to come even though you know it's dead? Now I regret it, it's time."