Hou Shisanjian, who was alone, stood on a rock on the steep cliff. The black wooden sword box he was carrying emitted soft white light illuminating the surroundings. One meter above his head was the bright red snow.

The snow is very interesting. It is bright red when it falls ten feet above his head, but the snowflakes fall across the boundary and turn into the common white.

"Practice swords thousands of times and travel thousands of miles, it's really amazing." Hou Shisanjian murmured to himself.

He climbed here when it was dark.

The strange cold air could not stop him.

The journey was unstoppable, but he stopped here.

Not only because night falls, but also because the bright red world is hidden in huge dangers that forced him to stop.

He had been standing and watching for an hour.

He couldn't keep watching.

He was not allowed to stop here, but pointed it out like a sword.

This finger fell on the cliff and cut a shallow sword mark from the bright red ice cliff.

The bright red snow fell one after another, but it could not hide the shallow sword marks.

Hou Shisanjian looked at the sword scar carefully, and was stunned for a while and whispered to himself: "The effect is OK, but it is still a little worse."

What's the difference?

Hou Shisanjian did not continue thinking about it anymore. It was not that he had no confidence, but that he was sleepy.

When people are sleepy, they have to sleep. He yawned and leaned his sword box on the cliff. There is no hurry to do this. I will think about it tomorrow morning and think about it. There will always be a way. Now I sleep for a while.

I don’t know if the female ghost in the dream is still there?

It should still be here. It is also a pleasure for him to talk to the female ghost about the ideal of swordsmanship in life, but why did the female ghost have a bitter face?

It must be that the sword path I talked about is too difficult, so I have to talk about it tonight... Hou Shisan Jian was thinking hard.

Hou Shisanjian has two great joys in life: practicing swords and sleeping. Now you have to add one to chat with the female ghost.

...

...

Someone is destined to have difficulty falling asleep tonight, but Zhou Fan doesn't. He ate some dry food alone and turned his head to look at the ghost burial coffin.

The ghost burial coffin is still there.

Zhou Fan frowned slightly. Is it not the biggest crisis to encounter the Ice Blood Ape?

He was injured by the Ice Blood Ape just now, which can be said to be an extremely dangerous battle.

Is there something more dangerous ahead waiting for him?

Zhou Fan was a little puzzled, but the ghost burial coffin was still there and there was no intention of leaving. This matter is worth pondering.

Zhou Fan sighed. He did not look at the weird ghost burial coffin anymore, but lay in the snow pit, letting Xiao Kun control his recovered Hokkim Ghost Thunder eliminate the strange cold air.

After this battle, Zhou Fan felt exhausted both physically and mentally, and he quickly fell asleep.

When he opened his eyes again, Zhou Fan did not look at the silver dream ring surrounding his body, but glanced at the boat.

Eifu was closing her eyes, as if she was thinking about something.

Zhao Yazhu was standing upside down, and she supported her huge body with one finger, and she sweated like rain.

This may be difficult to do in the world before Zhou Fan, but now, warriors can do it in this world.

It seems a bit of a price loss for a strong man like Zhao Yazhu to do such things...

Of course, Zhao Yazhu's actions were very meaningful and had a mystery. For this reason, Zhou Fan watched it patiently for a while even though the matter was in a hurry.

But Zhou Fan still couldn't see anything special, this was the ordinary single-finger inverted push-ups.

"Miss Zhao, what are you doing?" Zhou Fan asked with a dry cough.

"Lose weight." Zhao Yazhu said lightly.

It turned out that he was losing weight... Zhou Fan pulled the corner of his mouth and said, "With Miss Zhao's mysterious realm, why is it difficult to lose weight?"

Just pull out the fat directly. Isn’t it enough? Zhou Fan doesn’t believe that Zhao Yazhu can’t do it.

"You don't understand. Unless I change my body, it will be a very difficult thing for me." Zhao Yazhu snorted coldly, "The cultivator's body is undoubtedly a treasure of heaven and earth, but it's not that there is no good body. It's not difficult for me to refine a perfect body, but I don't want to give up."

"Why don't you want to bear it?" Zhou Fan asked inexplicably. It was also a good thing for him to understand these guides more.

"This has nothing to do with you. You are still in that dangerous place. Do you want the God Yuanzhu? It's the original price. Don't bother me if you get the God Yuanzhu. I want to lose weight." Zhao Yazhu said impatiently.

She stretched out her moveable left hand and refined the divine beads for Zhou Fan while working on her hands.

After Zhou Fan took the Divine Yuan Pearl, Zhao Yazhu grabbed another with her left hand, grabbed a wisp of gray mist, showing Zhou Fan's glazed ball.

As soon as Zhou Fan's glazed ball appeared, Zhao Yazhu looked at the glazed ball that had become bigger again, and she said with a strange look on her eyes: "Twenty-seven,478 big gray insects, doubled. What did you encounter today? Kill a blood-level monster or encountered a huge group of monsters?"

Zhou Fan shut up and said nothing. He could not tell Zhao Yazhu everything. The Ice Blood Ape had been killed by him, and he didn't need Zhao Yazhu's help.

Zhou Fan was excited that he had so many big gray bugs, but he quickly calmed down and stored the thoughts he had already thought of in the Divine Yuan Bead.

Seeing that Zhou Fan didn't say anything, Zhao Yazhu was too lazy to ask again. Instead, she took out the big gray worm reward she deserved from the glass ball, and pushed the glass ball away and continued training.

Sweat as big as soybeans dripped on the deck.

This kind of training seems to be very effective. If you want to lose weight, you can try it... Zhou Fan thought silently in his heart.

"Miss Zhao, is there a way here to isolate the erosion of evil spirits?" Zhou Fan asked the second thing again.

Even if Zhao Yazhu had no choice, Zhou Fan also tested it today. The Dragon God Blood can also be isolated from the erosion of evil spirits, but it is not safe, and he cannot guarantee how long the Dragon God Blood can last.

"What degree of evil illusion depends on?" Zhao Yazhu, who was inverted, said slowly, "Evil illusion usually covers a piece of place. It will be difficult for me to answer you if you say this."

Sweat soaked her bloated body, and Zhou Fan removed her eyes. It was so irritating. He shook his head and said, "I don't know what level it can reach, but I know it should cover a lot."

Zhou Fan also described the bright red peak range to Zhao Yazhu while trying to conceal information.

The bright red snow world is only three hundred feet higher, but the horizontal extension is wider. Zhou Fan took some effort to describe its approximate size.

"Is there such a large-scale evil illusion..." Zhao Yazhu raised her eyebrows slightly: "That depends on where the source of evil illusion is. Generally speaking, the closer it is to the source, the stronger the evil illusion."

"What is your purpose?"

"If I want to go to the source of evil illusion, is there any way to isolate the erosion of evil illusion?" Zhou Fan didn't know where the source of evil illusion was, but he guessed that it might be on the top of the mountain.
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