"If you want to know what the treasure is, there are only two ways now. One is to collect all the keys.

Another option is to ascend to the fairy world, pinch their necks, and make them speak."

No matter which one of these two methods is used, it is difficult to implement at present.

Especially when ascending to the Immortal Realm, no monk has ascended in Jiuhuang for tens of thousands of years.

But Zong Zhengxuan believes that with help and Xiaoran's strength, promotion should not be a dream.

"Xiaoran, uncle believes in you, we can proceed simultaneously."

"Okay, I'll go back first."

"Xiaoran, don't be too attached to hatred, it will affect your Taoist heart."

"Uncle, don't worry, I understand."

Bu Ran turned around and was about to leave, but was stopped by Zong Zhengxuan from behind.

"Xiao Ran, your key."

Just now, in order to let Zong Zhengxuan take a closer look, Buran handed over the yellow key he found to Zong Zhengxuan.

"Give it to the little one. She already has two there. If you find the key later, give it to her for safekeeping."

After saying that, Bu Ran opened the door and left.

Zong Zhengxuan looked at the key in his hand and smiled with satisfaction. Buran was trusting Wanwan more and more, which was good.

They are destined to stand at the top of the world of cultivation together.

What he wants to see most is for the two of them to support each other. Whether they are a couple or not is secondary, as long as they grow up together.

Zong Zhengxuan did not let the key stay in his hand for too long, and hurriedly rode the Flamingo to Wanfeng Mountain.

He was afraid that if he went too late, his precious disciple would go into seclusion again.

Zong Zhengxuan really guessed it right. If he had arrived a little later, Fengwan would have put up a sign saying "Do not disturb others in seclusion."

The last time her attack on the eighth-level alchemy was interrupted, Feng Wan planned to make an all-out effort this time. She would not get out until she reached the eighth-level alchemy.

"Wanwan, your uncle Bu Ran gave this to you, please put it away quickly."

Zong Zhengxuan also kept his stories short. He knew that his precious disciple's time was precious, and talking too much would be a waste.

Feng Wan looked at the familiar keys that were the same except for the color. She already had two keys in her space. Where did Uncle Bu Ran get them?

"Master, what's going on with this key?"

"Wanwan, your uncle Buran found this key from the place where Nangong Jun lives in the Half-Immortal City.

He said that if he finds the key, he will give it to you for safekeeping, so you can just keep it."

"Master, Uncle Bu Ran's cultivation level is higher. In fact, it is safer for him to keep it."

"He's a careless person, so he's probably afraid of losing it, so you should keep it for him."

"Okay then." Two are for safekeeping, and three are for safekeeping as well. Seeing her master's insistence, Feng Wan took the key.

Feng Wan sent the key back to space, and Fire Phoenix took it away like a baby.

Why keep it for Buran? Once it enters their space, it belongs to them.

The worst thing that can happen is that when you open the treasure, you will need to share some of the cultivation resources of Patriarch Bu Ran.

The other children's ideas are similar to Huo Huang's. Ancestor Buran is not an outsider, so they can accept the key with peace of mind.

Baizhi had always been worried that her master would get close to Buran, but now she is no longer afraid.

She finally figured out that her master was a cultivator. She only had the Dao in her heart, and other things simply could not enter her eyes.

So she is completely unfounded and seems to be petty.

After Feng Wan inspected the spiritual herbs in the spiritual field, he hung a sign at the door saying "Do not disturb others in seclusion."

Fengwan is in retreat, and Buran is in retreat as well.

The two most prominent members of the Tianyuan Sect, Juan and Xianyu, both went into seclusion. The other disciples were too embarrassed to be lazy, and most of the disciples also went into seclusion one after another.

Ling Ze walked around the Tianyuan Sect and could no longer see the usual scenes of small groups gathering to gossip.

The entire Tianyuan Sect was very quiet, but he was very pleased. Everyone was working so hard, and he couldn't lag behind.

While managing the affairs of the sect well, you must also improve your own cultivation.

When Wanwan comes out of seclusion this time, he is going to order a magic elixir from her.

Although Qiyan Danzun can also refine the magic elixir, the quality of the elixir refined from the same materials is better from Fengwan.

It's not that Qi Yan's alchemy skills are not as good as Feng Wan's, it's more because Feng Wan uses thunder and fire to make elixirs, which greatly improves the quality of the elixirs.

Almost all the disciples of Tianyuan Sect are working hard, and the Ghost Cultivation Tomb in Beihuang is also very lively.

After Buyao took Luo Shui away from Dashan, he separated from her.

Although the Ghost Cultivation Tomb and the Demon Cultivation Hall were both in Beihuang, Buyao didn't want to go with Luo Shui.

Even if there are some changes in Luo Shui, it is impossible for Buyao to accept Luo Shui.

In Bu Yao's eyes, Luo Shui is a big problem.

Luo Shui was sad, but there was nothing he could do, because Buyao was a person who was not restricted or threatened by anyone.

When Buyao returned to the Ghost Cultivation Tomb, the ghost cultivators who had always humbled themselves in front of him looked at him with strange eyes this time.

There seems to be sympathy there, and a sense of watching a good show.

Of course, they thought they hid it well, but they didn't know that Bu Yao had already seen through it.

When he was looked at like this for the third time, he smiled.

He raised his hand and pinched the ghost cultivator's neck.

"Tell me, what happened to the Ghost Cultivation Tomb during my absence?"

"Ahem, please calm down, Holy Lord, I know I was wrong."

"Answer the question." Buyao pressed his hands hard, and the ghost cultivator coughed harder and rolled his eyes, looking like he was about to cough at any moment.

"Say, slave."

Buyao relaxed his strength and threw the ghost cultivator away.

After regaining his freedom, Guixiu took a few deep breaths, and then quickly explained his doubts to Bu Yao.

"Holy Lord, didn't you buy a monk from the auction house not long ago?"

Monk? Well, Buyao remembered it, it was the Lingyundu that his master asked for.

"go on."

"It's just that he seems to be more capable. He has taken good care of the Holy Ancestor during your absence these days.

When the Holy Ancestor was happy, he made him a Ghost Lord, and not only that, he also personally taught him how to practice."

"Then what?"

"then……"

The ghost cultivator was a little afraid to say anything. If he did, the Holy Lord would break his neck directly.

"If you don't say anything, I will break your neck right now."

"Yes, Nu said, because Lingyundu is very favored by the Holy Ancestor, everyone feels that you have fallen out of favor.

There are even a lot of outsiders who have begun to fawn over Ling Yundu.

But don’t worry, I am committed to you.”

He looked at the ghost cultivator in front of him with a half-deranged smile. If he was really devoted to him, he wouldn't look at him with the same look just now.

As expected, ghost cultivators have no absolute loyalty. When they strangled Helian Wushuang together, they all supported him.

This Lingyun Ferry had only been here for a long time, but after being looked at by his master a few more times, they turned towards Ling Yun Ferry.

It is said that ghosts cannot be cultivated, but it is true.

Hey, there really aren't many ghost cultivators as good as him.
Chapter completed!