In the underground palace, the timer is twenty hours!
Hua Yizai was very moved. He raised his hands and said respectfully: "Leader, from now on, the alarm clock is my life, and there will be no mistakes at all!"
"Leader, take care!" Lan Yaoshi and his wife held their fists in tears.
"Leader, let me go with you." Ling Zifeng asked.
"Brother Ling, it's better to stay. We need to worry more about things over there in Yegang Village." Ding Fan said with profound meaning.
"What does the alliance leader mean?"
"The Tiandi Chamber of Commerce has long since disappeared, but that doesn't mean that Huang Yao doesn't have other minions. The relocation is urgent and there can't be any mistakes."
"Yes, I will take your orders!"
"Two seniors, the refining of the pills cannot be delayed." Ding Fan explained.
"My subordinates dare not hope, please rest assured, leader!" Lan Yaoshi and his wife said in unison.
"Senior Hua, you are the backbone of this place, please." Ding Fan said with a solemn expression.
"I didn't say it! This life is for the alliance leader!" Hua Yizai slapped his chest hard.
Ding Fan looked around and then sat down cross-legged.
"Ghost Realm Manual" automatically moved without wind, and suddenly, Ding Fan disappeared from everyone's sight, faster than before.
"The alliance leader is already a seventh-level fortune teller with divine eyes. Looking back on those days, I was in and out of the ghost realm many times with just a pair of magical eyes. It's really scary." Hua Yizai sighed.
"I wish I could help you a little, I'm really ashamed!" Medicine Master Lan sighed.
"Ji people have their own destiny." Ling Zifeng said calmly.
Everyone nodded and worked separately.
Besides, when Ding Fan entered the ghost realm, the pressure he felt before was much reduced. He could walk freely and see further. The distance of the journey and the perception of time were also very similar to the human realm.
Traveling in the form of a fifth-level spirit ghost, the ghosts encountered on the road can't get out of the way, there are no obstacles, and it is quiet.
Leng Ling'er has benefited a lot. The Yin-absorbing Pearl has been abandoned for a long time. He relies on himself to continuously absorb Yin Qi, and his promotion to Ghost Immortal is just around the corner!
With the current cultivation level of the three, even if they go through the levels one by one, it is as easy as searching for something. In order to save time, Ding Fan still chooses to walk through the road signs and arrives at the place where he left last time.
Keep running forward unswervingly, seeing that there are chaotic areas on both sides that are absolutely impassable, and the further you go, the brighter you feel.
It even gives people the illusion that they have stepped out of the gloomy and depressing ghost realm.
Streaming City!
Finally, a city appeared in front of us, full of light and dazzling light.
There were no guards in front of the door, but there were seven or eight idle ghosts gathered in front of the door. They were all fifth-level ghosts. They were whispering and discussing something, but they all had cold faces and did not dare to set foot.
"Ghost Realm Manual" explains that in the city of flowing light, non-fixed residents will be devoured by light, and the danger level is high!
What filled the entire city was flowing light. Ding Fan recognized it a little and was sure that the flowing light here was the same as that in the spirit world.
Bang!
Suddenly, a spirit ghost was pushed into the city by another Palm Wind. As a result, even the ghost's half-exclamation was instantly submerged in the stream of light, and nothing changed at all.
"The higher the level of the spirit ghosts here, the more cold-blooded they are. They have almost forgotten the past a long time ago." Leng Ling'er hummed.
"In the ghost realm, becoming a ghost fairy is the biggest temptation for these stupid ghosts!" Witten despised.
Once spirit ghosts pass the sixth level, they can no longer be regarded as ghosts. Their Yin Qi has been completely restrained, their appearance is the same as that of humans, and they can be cultivated into ghosts and immortals.
It can be seen that being a talented person is the most valuable thing.
Here, you still have to go through the so-called rebirth, which is to condense your spirit body after failing to break through the level in order to experience the catastrophe of life and death again next time.
Ding Fan smiled contemptuously. He believed that the ghost who was pushed into Flowing Light City by his companions would come out soon.
The remaining spirit ghosts were a little anxious before their companions came back, so they targeted one of the old men again!
When the old man saw this and knew that they were going to experiment on him, he turned around in shock and ran away, with his companions chasing after him.
When passing by Ding Fan, the old man saw Leng Ling'er, a quasi-seventh-level spirit ghost. He hesitated for a moment, then quickly floated over and bowed for help: "Girl, help, help!"
The chasing ghosts did not dare to move forward. They watched from a distance, but refused to leave.
Leng Ling'er was very proud and pointed at Ding Fan arrogantly: "This is the boss. Don't you have good eyesight?"
The old man was stunned. This young man was clearly a fifth-level spirit ghost, so how could he be ranked above a quasi-ghost?
It was urgent to escape, so the old man quickly saluted Ding Fan again, "Although I am at level five, I have no abilities at all. Once I enter Flowing Light City, I am afraid that it will be difficult for me to reach higher level once I come back."
Before Ding Fan could speak, Leng Ling'er sneered twice, crossed her arms and asked: "It's easy to save you, how can I thank the boss?"
"This..." The old man hesitated, wondering: "I was poor when I was alive and had nothing to gain."
"We won't do a loss-making business. Boss, let's go and ignore him!"
Leng Ling'er smiled playfully, took Ding Fan's arm and stepped forward.
Several spirit ghosts were about to move, and they could not be more ecstatic. The old man became even more panicked. He quickly stopped in front and bowed: "There is only a map of the human world. I will measure it myself."
"Ha!" Leng Ling'er disagreed: "What kind of map do you need to provide?"
The old man choked on his words. People who have arrived here will never be able to return to the human world. No matter how precious the map is, it is useless.
Ding Fan waved his hand to signal Leng Ling'er to stop teasing him, and said, "Old man, I can help you drive them away, but you have to rely on yourself for the future."
"Thank you!"
The old man was extremely grateful and gave another gift.
There is no doubt that a map condensed with Yin Qi is suspended in the air!
After just a few glances, Ding Fan's heart was filled with huge waves. The coordinate turned out to be Dong Qingshan!
Leng Ling'er was also shocked. This map of Dong Qingshan was very detailed, even detailing every ancient tree that was over a hundred years old!
Moreover, several key locations are related to the Yellow Demon!
Ding Fan's face was calm and he looked at it carefully twice. The map was already clear in his chest, and then nodded to Leng Ling'er.
A ball of pure Yin Qi appeared in the palm of his hand. There was no need to fight. When the spirit ghosts saw this, they were so frightened that they fled in all directions, not daring to come back again.
"Old man, what do you call me?" Ding Fan asked.
"They are all worldly names. Call me Haishan!" the old man sighed.
Hai Guanghui’s grandfather!
Ding Fan and Leng Ling'er looked at each other, and then said: "Hai Guanghui and I are good friends. I didn't expect that in such a short period of time, we could reach such a high level."
"Well, thanks to Huang Xianren's promotion, we are at level five here. However, it is difficult to move forward in Flowing Light City, so I will stop here."
Haishan sighed again and suddenly asked: "Who is Hai Guanghui?"
Ding Fan couldn't laugh or cry, and he didn't blame future generations for not wanting to mention Haishan. He was simply irresponsible!
"He is your grandson."
"Oh, trance is what it should be." Haishan was not touched.
"Zhang Shancui, do you know him?"
"Of course, she and I have always been close to each other, never leaving each other, and have been with me for many years."
"Well, after you died, old man Zhang Shancui cursed you every day and wedged mahogany pegs on the grave, but Hai Guanghui stopped him in time and moved your bones to a lucky place." Ding Fan emphasized.