Zhang Zifan had naturally noticed this matter early, but he did not think about it in detail.
This token is probably what the Lord of Xuan Kong gave them.
Under the constant explanation of the middle-aged monk just now, Zhang Zifan probably understood the purpose of this token.
One is that it can be used to find traces of the Son of God, just like the talisman on his body.
Another function is naturally to record the time they spent in this secret realm.
After ten days, they can naturally ask for their rewards from the Lord of Xuan Kong.
After everyone was almost gone, Zhang Zifan stepped into the world of Tiandao Peak.
The world that was originally reflected in front of his eyes instantly changed from illusion to reality.
As soon as I stepped into the Heavenly Dao Peak.
Thick spiritual energy suddenly covered his body.
Zhang Zifan only felt that the whole world seemed to have changed.
Compared with the outside world, it can be said that the terrifying spiritual energy is one in the sky and the other underground.
If Tiandao Peak is a vast ocean, then the concentration of spiritual energy in the outside world is like that arid desert.
The endless spiritual energy almost formed into a mist and condensed in the surrounding air. Countless natural materials and earthly treasures grew on the earth and could be seen everywhere, just like free garbage.
"The current task is to find the Son of God first."
Zhang Zifan murmured.
It's just that Zhang Zifan doesn't know what the Son of God looks like and whether he has come to the world now.
So I can only try my luck and see if I can find it.
This world is extremely broad, but in Zhang Zifan's opinion, this world is just like the ordinary world, there is nothing strange about it.
Just after he opened his spiritual consciousness and took two steps forward.
The next moment, a strange ghost appeared next to him.
"Take your life!"
A pitiful whimper suddenly sounded in his ears.
The boundless sea of blood began to spread around Zhang Zifan, and the sea of blood exuded a fishy smell.
It was constantly eroding Zhang Zifan's body, making a sizzling sound.
The rotten smell suddenly filled the tip of Zhang Zifan's nose.
And these filthy seas of blood were able to block all of Zhang Zifan's six senses, making it impossible for him to see what was happening around him.
Mainly because those ordinary people would have started to panic at this moment.
But Zhang Zifan didn't have the slightest fear.
He quietly felt the sea of blood corroding his body.
A strange thing happened. His body was like the rotten wood, vulnerable to a single blow. It was easily eroded by the sea of blood, leaving only the skeleton.
But there was no expression on Zhang Zifan's face at all, and he didn't even use the power in his body.
You must know that his immortal body is not functioning. How is this possible?
In fact, at the beginning, Zhang Zifan thought that it was because the sea of blood was so weird that his immortal body lost its effect.
But the next moment Zhang Zifan realized that there seemed to be some deviations in his perception.
Otherwise, it would be impossible not to feel the heartache in his mind and the immortal palace in his sea of consciousness.
In addition to providing him with a steady stream of frost power, the Immortal Palace also has many other wonderful functions. One of them is naturally the ability to convert time into a day in the outside world and a year in the Immortal Palace, and the second
The first is that Zhang Zifan can choose to escape to the third floor of the Immortal Palace when he is in danger.
Zhang Zifan even tested this with Tong Jiu.
Unless this person's power is stronger than the collection power of the Immortal Palace, otherwise, no matter what happens, there will be no way to stop Zhang Zifan from hiding in the Immortal Palace.
This is why Zhang Zifan is so confident about the strange phenomena in Tiandao Peak.
The ghost that released the sea of blood looked at Zhang Zifan with hatred. He didn't know why the man in front of him was not frightened by the sea of blood around him.
Zhang Zifan just looked at the ghost quietly.
Along with a tragic sound of pain, the boundless sea of blood receded like a tide, and the ghost was also burned and extinguished because its body was exposed to the sun.
Zhang Zifan nodded thoughtfully. He seemed to understand what the methods of some of these strange creatures in this world were like.
To say that they are an illusion is actually not the case.
Because if you really believe that what you are experiencing is real, then you will indeed be really hurt.
He had seen this method before on a creature, and the name of that creature was Nightmare.
If nothing unexpected happens, the characteristics of this world should have a huge connection with the dream world constructed by the nightmare.
Zhang Zifan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he saw his whole body jump up and fly into the sky.
But the next moment, he actually felt the boundless force restraining him, and he was suddenly pulled back to the ground.
Feeling this scene, he felt a little unbelievable.
"Is it prohibited to fly?"
Zhang Zifan tried again several times, but without exception, every time he leaped into the sky, the ground's binding force on it would become stronger and stronger, as if there was an invisible hand holding him down.
It's like being pulled into the ground, and he is not allowed to leave the sky at all.
Zhang Zifan looked at the ground with interest.
This area should not be born like this. There should be some powerful being who has cast some kind of spell on this area, which is why it is like this.
He looked carefully at the things on the ground.
Sure enough, in every vein of the earth, there were divine inscriptions buried one after another, and the function of these divine inscriptions was to prohibit them from flying into the sky.
It is very simple to crack one of the divine patterns alone, but for this entire land, it is a drop in the bucket.
Even if he destroys all the divine symbols in a land, he may only be able to rise in the air on the same spot. If he takes a few steps forward, he will be absorbed by the divine symbols on the ground again.
And these divine inscriptions are constantly suppressing the perceptions of monks like them.
Therefore, those golden immortals who came here before thought that they had encountered some kind of strange means, and they were simply impossible to guard against.