Chapter 867 Fairy Island, Ginseng Fruit

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In the form of a dead tree, Yang Fan drifted in the boundless seas, quietly comprehending and practicing.

It took him decades to consolidate his realm, and then he evolved the formula of the fruit-achieving period, which took him decades, and finally he deduced the unknown realm after the fruit-achieving period, which took him several decades.

Suddenly, a hundred years passed by in a hurry.

Over the past century, Yang Fan's magical power cultivation has not increased qualitatively, but only the transformation and sublimation of the soul, as well as a deeper understanding of the realm.

At this moment, even if he was allowed to face Murong Feng's "Sky-Splitting Sword", he could still escape calmly.

In this stage of the late stage of the flower, Yang Fan was destined to be not good at direct confrontation.

Because he is not at the peak of his life force or spirit.

Fortunately, the advantage of realm makes up for this shortcoming and gives Yang Fan a strong self-protection power. Even if he gathers the law enforcement power of a large island, it is difficult to pose a threat to him.

Just wandering aimlessly.

Until one day, Yang Fan had a strange feeling.

In the sea ahead, a mist appeared, which was impossible to see through.

This fog even isolated Yang Fan's senses.

This situation made Yang Fan feel familiar.

Could it be... Yunxian Island?

At this time, Yang Fan discovered that there were many monks wandering around the fairy fog.

"The legendary 'Yunxian Island' actually appeared on Pengshan Island."

A man laughed and turned into a ray of escape light and rushed into the fairy mist.

The brave monk rushed into the immortal mist.

Most monks wander outside the fairy fog, hesitating.

Because I can't see clearly the reality of the fog.

"Every time Yunxian Island appears, it will not stay for too long, and then disappear out of thin air. Maybe the next time you come out, you will be lost in the strange seas, and you will even never come out again..."

An elderly Taoist priest sighed.

For unknown areas, only a few people dare to enter.

"I met 'Yunxian Island' again? Could it be that I really have a fate with this island?"

Yang Fan couldn't help but be stunned.

So he floated into the fog of immortals in the form of dead trees.

He was deducing for a hundred years and was just feeling boring, so he planned to go to Yunxian Island to see it.

"Huh? Why is that dead tree moving by itself?"

Some monks discovered this situation.

Dead trees and other objects on the sea surface generally drift downstream.

And this dead tree floats straight towards the area of ​​fairy mist without wind direction.

The curious monk expanded his spiritual sense to check, but could not see any clues.

If you want to see the flaws, you must at least have the cultivation level of the Tribulation Period. But how rare are the monks in the Tribulation Period in the outer seas? Only when a 10 billion miles of seas can one be born.

Yang Fan was secretly amused and slowly swung towards the fairy fog area.

"Hehe, this piece of wood can actually move by itself. Could it be something strange?"

A silver bell-like girl's voice came from above.

Yang Fan felt a little familiar.

He could not react and was already stepped on by a slender figure.

Yang Fan was angry, it was outrageous!!

He was actually trampled on by someone as a floating object.

This is the first time he has discovered this situation.

The sea is vast, who will care about a piece of insignificant dead tree?

However, when he found the owner of the girl's voice, he was slightly stunned.

It was a girl wearing a pleated princess dress, her bright eyes were as pure as gems, and she stepped on this "dead wood" and floated towards the fairy fog area.

Yang Fan thought to himself, isn’t this Xiaowei I met near Heijing Island?

After a hundred years, I met her again and accompanied Yunxian Island. Is this a fate?

Or, Yunxian Island is really destined to be with the two?

Yang Fan remained silent and slowly entered the fairy fog area.

After entering this misty fairy fog, we will cut off contact with the outside world.

The dead tree transformed by Yang Fan suddenly sank into the sea water. Xiaowei, who was standing on it, couldn't help but exclaim.

Behind her, a "slam" sounded, and a white-bearded man in his seventies appeared, leaning on a crutch.

"Who are you?"

Xiaowei's eyes narrowed, and she was a little nervous.

"Miss Xiaowei, weren't you staying in 'Heijing Island'? When did you run to Pengshan Island?"

Yang Fan smiled.

"I heard that Yunxian Island appeared here, so I quickly took the teleportation array to Pengshan Island and rushed over. Hey? How did you know that I came from 'Heijing Island' and my name?"

Xiaowei's tone was fast, her pretty eyes blinked, and she was shocked.

Yang Fan smiled but said nothing, but slowly walked towards the depths of the fairy fog.

In the fairy fog area, there is no sense of direction at all, and the spiritual consciousness is almost ineffective.

Yang Fan just walked into the depths of the fairy fog with a kind of intuition.

Xiaowei thought for a while, then hurried over, with two charming dimples blooming on her face, and supported him: "Old man, you may not be safe when you enter this Yunxian Island alone, so let me protect you."

"You protect me?"

Yang Fan laughed silently and nodded, "Okay then."

In the fairy fog area, I occasionally encountered some other monks, who bumped around like headless flies, anxious and as anxious as fire.

Because after entering the Immortal Fog area, the spiritual consciousness completely failed and the field of vision was only ten feet away.

Moreover, there were even more illusions in the fairy fog. Many monks stood there, constantly spinning around and fighting wildly.

"Old man, why are you not in a hurry at all, as if you are not affected by the illusion here?"

Xiaowei blinked and asked curiously.

"By the feeling."

Yang Fan’s way of being neither salty nor indifferent.

After hearing this, Xiaowei was shocked.

If it was a girl in her prime, it would be normal to say this, but it would be strange if an old man in his seventies and eighties acted based on his feelings.

Xiaowei felt that this old man was a little familiar and friendly and trustworthy, so she followed him.

In this way, I drove nearly a million miles and had not seen the so-called "Yunxian Island".

"Old man, we won't be lost in the illusion, either. The range of the fairy fog is only a radius of thousands of miles."

Xiaowei pouted, finally having a trace of doubt about Yang Fan.

The two of them drove a million miles of fairy mist, and they were still wandering in it.

"No, this entire Immortal Fog area is completely isolated from the outside world, and it has a unique law system and the internal space scale is different from the outside world." Yang Fan shook his head, and then sighed: "This method of using space laws is probably not something that monks in the human world can achieve."

After listening to it, Xiaowei felt it made sense.

"It should be coming soon."

Yang Fan murmured to himself.

His spiritual consciousness also fails here, but the senses have a little effect.

"Really?" Xiaowei was half-believing and half-doubting.

Soon, a hint of emerald green and hazy light appeared at the end of the fairy fog area ahead, accompanied by the seven-colored light, just like a fairyland on earth.

"Old man, you are so amazing!!" Xiaowei's face turned red and she said in surprise.

Yang Fan looked calm. He had an illusion that Yunxian Island seemed to be destined to be destined to be with him.
To be continued...