Chang Sheng had no intention of fighting with Fan Dao, and wanted to quickly kill the other party.

Fan Dao was not in a hurry, and was so silly that he had nothing to say. It seemed that he planned to keep a spirit with Chang Sheng.

"If you die, I won't go with you. I won't kill many geniuses than you. When I arrive in the underworld, the geniuses' souls will not be surrounded and bitten by you." Fan Dao said gloatingly.

"The senior brother's corpse has been buried. If Brother Fan has nothing to do, he can go back to the sect." Chang Sheng stood in front of the grave, his tone was faint.

"I'm not in a hurry. I'm feeling that your sect's grandson has fallen in a foreign land. I don't know when we will die in a dangerous place. It's all a matter of whether the corpse can be discovered by future generations."

Fan Dao sat aside, raised his nose and smelled it, and continued, "Your Qianyun Sect has begun to seal the meridians and nourish the marrow? The spiritual energy is too thin. It is at least a hundred years to seal the meridians at a time, which will take the 60 years. When you advance to the Nascent Soul, I will transform into a god."

"I will definitely be ahead of you if you don't bother Brother Fan." Chang Sheng looked cold. This sentence is not a brag. When he advances to the Golden Pill, the other party may not be able to step into the Nascent Soul.

"I'm so confident, then, I'll wait for you to break through the realm. Then we'll go to the north of Ling and then go to the Tianling Temple to play." Fan Dao smiled.

"Sure." Chang Sheng planned to end the topic, but unexpectedly the other party continued to go.

"Hey, Chang Hetian, don't you doubt if Zhong Wuyin is buried here?" Fan Dao suddenly lowered his voice and pointed to the cemetery, with a strange expression.

Chang Sheng felt a move in his heart. He didn't know what the other party meant, so he didn't answer the conversation, but stared at Fan Dao.

"Everyone has a mistake. Maybe my family's top student misread it. You said right." Fan Dao smiled strangely, got up and patted the dust on his body, and said, "You should keep your own soul. After all, I am an outsider, so it's not good to disturb my senior's rest."

After saying that, Fan Dao was about to leave. After walking a few steps, he stopped again, with his back facing Chang Sheng.

After a short period of silence, Fan Dao slowly turned his head and stared at Chang Sheng with a playful look in his eyes, saying, "You, do you really hate the heavens?"

Fan Dao's doubts shocked Chang Sheng.

He believed that he had not appeared, and was wearing a black robe, and even the spiritual consciousness of the elder could be blocked. It was impossible for him to stop Fan Dao's spiritual consciousness.

Especially the black robe has not been motivated, which means no one knows him, but why did Fan Dao ask this?

Chang Sheng's face gradually became heavy, and he stared at the other party without saying a word.

"Don't be angry, I just think you have become much more polite. In the past, I called me Fan Jian when I met, but today I called me Brother Fan. You, an uneducated guy, suddenly became polite, which really made me not very used to it."

Fan Dao grinned his teeth, his expression unable to tell whether it was suspicion or ridicule.

"It seems that you are indeed a bitch." Chang Sheng curled coldly and cursed.

"This is almost the same. The uneducated genius Changhen is the one who kills Tianjiao. How can you kill Tianjiao after you become polite? You said yes, guard your spirit, and I will stop drunk at the banquet at the end of the memorial service."

Fan Dao left with a laugh, and his laughter seemed gloomy and weird in the tomb group.

Seeing Fan Dao's figure disappear, Chang Sheng's heart was relieved.

As expected, the more familiar the person, the harder it is to deal with. It is because of a title that almost reveals itself.

"This bitch, is his words true or false? Isn't the remains Zhong Wuyin?"

Chang Sheng looked at the cemetery and could not guess what Fan Dao said about the truth or falsehood of the remains. Guys like Fan Dao could no longer use conventional methods to guess. What he said must be mixed.

"Don't matter if he is the Supreme Elder or not, it's nothing to do after guarding the spirit."

Changsheng sat cross-legged in front of the grave, closing his eyes to rest.

With the thought of surviving three days, Chang Sheng began to think about the expressions of the elders, especially Helianmu's tone and expression.

After recalling it, Changsheng didn't notice that anyone was suspicious of him.

It should be considered a mess...

He shook his head helplessly. What Changsheng least wants to see now are the major Jindan elders, but they keep doing trivial matters and can't do it until they see each other.

Fortunately, it was quite smooth.

"Qi Weishui is a fence-in-law. He plans to get along with the junior uncle and the elder. It seems that Helianmu and Zhan Tianjiao are not in harmony at first."

With the actions of the deputy sect leader, Chang Sheng was able to analyze the distance between some elders.

I thought the junior uncle was arrogant and everyone was convinced. It seemed that this was not the case. Perhaps the elder Helianmu was of low seniority, but the power of Bai Hefeng should not be underestimated. I don’t know how many powerful Jindans under my command.

When thinking of his Fuyao Peak, Chang Sheng felt even more helpless.

Apart from a small cotton, there is only a crane and a cat, which is called two or three big cats.

"A twenty-year-old Zhan Tianjiao still has a very shallow foundation. You are famous in Nanzhou and have killed countless geniuses, but you have no time to manage your own power."

Chang Sheng could see the disadvantages of killing Tianjiao, but he could not change it because his foundation was even shallow, so shallow that he could only have the foundation-building realm.

After a day of random thoughts, when night came, the ancient tomb of Yunshan became even colder.

After all, it is an ancient tomb. All the disciples guarding the tomb live in the house at the foot of the mountain. No one would sleep in the cemetery at night.

There is no cloud tonight, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and the ancient tombs bathed in the moonlight are pale.

At midnight, Changsheng was sure that there was no one around, and his thoughts arrived at the pharmacy space.

After building the foundation, Changsheng was involved in the incident of Taishang's remains before he could check the changes in the pharmacy. At this time, he was the only one who was guarding the tomb, and he happened to take this opportunity to check the changes in the pharmacy.

After arriving at the pharmacy, Chang Sheng still appeared in the counter area in the middle.

Trying to explore the space outside the counter, Chang Sheng was surprised to find that the invisible barrier had disappeared!

"It seems that the barrier is a shackle, and as long as you break through the realm, it will be broken."

Chang Sheng was overjoyed, and he turned over and jumped out of the counter and came to the tall medicine rack next to the wall.

The four medicine stands are extremely tall and divided into four layers, each of which contains a large number of medicines.

Since I learned that the synthesis rules are related to the direction, Changsheng no longer pays attention to the types of drugs, so he came to the Dongwang medicine stand and grabbed the two drugs with one hand to make them merge.

With a forceful pinch, Changsheng waited for the spiritual pill to appear. After a while, he still had two medicines in his hand, and there was no spiritual pill.

"What's going on? Can't be synthesized?"

Chang Sheng put two more portions of the medicine in his left hand and squeezed it hard, but it still remained motionless.

This time, Changsheng became even more surprised. He thought that the synthesis ability of Yin and Yang Pharmaceutical Bureau had failed. He tried to hold a medicine with his left and right hands, and then pinched it with both hands.

A familiar stream of light appeared in the palm of your hand. After the stream of light, a pill was synthesized.

Fortunately, the synthesis ability of the pharmacy space still exists.

"What's the reason? You have to pinch your left and right hands together. One hand is useless. Is the ability to synthesize it has to do with my hands?"

Chang Sheng was very puzzled and looked at his hands and found nothing unusual.

When Changsheng's soul was silent in the pharmacy space, there was a slight crawling sound in the ancient tomb at midnight.

Weird little bugs appeared from the dark corners and crawled towards the new tomb.
Chapter completed!