Zhao Fan stepped into the door of the medicine garden, and at the same time, there were many streams of light of different colors flying towards him from all directions.
"Xiaohong, Xiaohuang, Heizi...!" Zhao Fan said a lot of colorful names in one breath.
The next moment.
Those streams of light fell to the ground, and when they settled, they revealed their original appearance.
A big rooster with shiny feathers, a handsome big yellow dog, a black sparrow, an old gray donkey... twelve animals in total!
But they are all monster beasts, and the lowest realm is also the Demon Lord realm!
The twelve guardians, collectively known as the Medicine Garden, were also Zhao Fan's past playmates.
"Little Master."
"I'm back, I'm finally back!"
"I miss you so much!"
The Twelve Guardians talked in a hurry. Although they were restricted by the oath not to get involved in the many elixirs planted on the ground, they had been here for a long time, inhaling the air containing the fragrance of the medicine, and improving was like playing, but they were still Trapped by obstacles in the road, it takes a lot of time to break through a blocker.
"I miss you too." Zhao Fan smiled with emotion.
The twelve guardians surrounded him, extremely excited.
Zhao Fan touched their heads one by one, then sat cross-legged on the ground and chatted with them for a long time.
After reminiscing about old times, Zhao Fan stood up and said: "I am going to the forbidden area now, and I will introduce someone to you when I get back."
"Yeah."
The Twelve Guardians nodded obediently.
Then, Zhao Fan slowly walked towards the depths of the medicine garden. It took him about five minutes to reach the end, which was an ordinary wall.
Zhao Fan raised his hands and put his palms against the wall. With a thought, the talisman to open the forbidden area flew out from the Jialan Sumeru Jade and floated between Zhao Fan's face and the wall.
A golden brilliance appeared on the talisman and disappeared into the wall.
In an instant, complex patterns appeared on the wall, like gossip, but completely different.
The golden brilliance swims like a fish on the lines.
After a while.
A doorway appeared in the middle of the wall.
Zhao Fan removed his hands, picked up the talisman in the void, and stepped in.
His vision blurred for a second.
Zhao Fan came to a large stone room. In front of him was a row of lifelike sculptures. In fact, the eyes of the sculptures were like locking on the young man who came in. They rotated according to his position. , very penetrating.
The last time Zhao Fan came to the Forbidden Land was when he had just joined the Great Creation lineage. He was young at that time and his impression was not very clear. He remembered that his great-uncle had said that all the sculptures from left to right were personally composed by the ancestors of all generations. The incarnation of mana can be preserved forever.
The last sculpture belongs to my great-uncle.
In this way, Zhao Fan began to kowtow.
The positions of the first patriarchs were Lu Ban and Mozi.
a hundred.
The second generation ancestor.
a hundred.
…
When he finished kowtowing to the last sculpture that symbolized his great-uncle, Zhao Fan's scalp felt light. He did not act cunningly, and every kowtow was made with sincerity.
It is worth mentioning that the head of the Holy Realm body did not cause any damage to the ground, not even a crack appeared, because the forbidden area is the core area of the Divine Realm formation, and all materials, no matter how ordinary, will be damaged by magic. With the blessing of the formation, even a full-force blow from the peak of the holy realm cannot destroy it.
After Zhao Fan stood up, he crossed the row of sculptures and looked at the "Picture of the Heavenly Master Conquering Demons" on the wall.
Immediately.
His whole body seemed to have turned into a stone, standing there motionless.
Zhao Fan felt that his soul was being pulled into the world of "The Map of the Heavenly Master Conquering Demons", experiencing everything in the world that seemed like a moment, but also seemed like a thousand years.
I don’t know how much time has passed.
Zhao Fan's soul returned to its original position, but he was panting heavily and sweating profusely. Drop after drop of sweat fell along his chin and broke into several pieces...
