"After being wiped out by the Supreme King fifty years ago, now three new demigods have been promoted."
The timbre of the woman's voice was exactly the same as Taozi's, because it was Taozi's consciousness that spoke.
The Purification Sacred Tree, even if it can only fight against the rules of destruction within the confines of the Destruction City at its maximum, can sense the conditions of the creatures in the entire Lost World.
Therefore, instead of spending a lot of time searching, Zhao Fan might as well ask Taozi directly.
In the previous inspection, we did not take this shortcut because the Lord of Whirlpool and the Supreme Sword Cry were present. Now that we are alone, we don't have to think so much.
Subsequently.
Taozi's voice revealed the information about the three new demigods to Zhao Fan.
Zhao Fan stood up and said: "I will deal with them first, and then I will accompany you."
"good."
Taozi swayed the branches and leaves, like a little girl who would be satisfied if given a piece of candy. However, depending on who the other party was, even a look from this young figure made her extremely at ease. Just because I have experienced the feeling of being silently followed and protected, even if it didn't last long, I can no longer quit.
Zhao Fan left the City of Destruction and went directly to the Northern Territory of Desire. He arrived at a cave under the mountain with a clear goal and killed the nine-clawed beast with a combat power multiplier of fifty-seven.
Then, he went to the Eastern Region.
However, when they arrived at the destination, the second lost demigod had been killed. Not long ago, the headless body was still warm. Looking at the remaining traces, Zhao Fan judged that it was killed by the Whispering Lord and Jian Ming. The Supreme struck out to kill.
Zhao Fan's original void body sensed it, but did not meet the two of them and left quietly.
Later he appeared again in the Southern Territory.
After killing the third target, he returned to the Destruction City in the Destruction Central Region.
Zhao Fan leaned under the peach tree again, pinched a fallen peach blossom, and said with a smile: "Taozi, in a few years, Qianqian will be reborn."
Taozi said expectantly: "Really? That's great!"
"So, you should hurry up."
Zhao Fan said jokingly: "I remember five hundred years ago, you said it's too soon, it's too soon."
Taozi said with a somewhat embarrassed voice: "I promise this time, next time you come to inspect, I can leave with you. There is no way. The life level of the purifying sacred tree is too high. I can only condense the spiritual core." Separated from the body of the tree.”
The spiritual core is equivalent to her origin, and the relationship between the tree body and the tree body is like the original soul and spiritual body of the God of Despair.
When the time comes, what will follow Zhao Fan is the spiritual core, and the tree body will still stay in the Lost World, guarding this pure land.
"Um."
Zhao Fan nodded slightly, smelled the fragrance of the flowers, and fell asleep leaning against the tree.
In the past fifteen hundred years, in addition to patrolling, he has been practicing day and night. Only when he is under the peach tree can he truly relax and sleep particularly soundly.
Gradually.
Half a year has passed.
Zhao Fan woke up leisurely, yawned, and then wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth on the tree.
"Brother, you are so bad."
Taozi said angrily.
"Sorry, I was a little sleepy and forgot that this was you."
Zhao Fan quickly wiped it off with his sleeves and changed the topic: "I will stay with you for three days and then go to explore the forbidden secret realm."
"Huh? You're so generous this time. You actually have three days. It used to be one day."
Tao Zi was pleasantly surprised.
"Anyway, I'm walking alone, so that's all."
Zhao Fan smiled and explained that in the past, they jointly patrolled. If they stayed for too long, it would delay the time of the Whirlpool Lord and the Sword Ming Supreme.
As usual, Zhao Fan continued the progress from last time and told Taozi what happened after she sacrificed her life for him.
soon.
It arrived in three days.
"Brother, go and do your work."
Tao Zi urged with satisfaction: "After all, one inspection only lasts for five years. From now on, I will gather my spiritual core and have plenty of time to listen to you."
"good."
Zhao Fan nodded, hugged the peach tree, and turned towards the direction of the forbidden sea.
The entire peach tree danced its branches and leaves as if it was in a happy mood.
…
When Zhao Fan arrived at the Forbidden Sea, his true self sent a message to the Lord of Whirlpool and the Supreme Sword Caller, "Now that there are no demigods in the Lost World, you can directly enter the forbidden secret realm to explore."
"The efficiency is high enough! Third child."
Supreme Jianming responded: "Then Posu and I will put aside our patrol."
"Um."
With a thought, Zhao Fan's original void body merged into nothingness. He sensed the entrance to the forbidden secret realm and escaped into it.
This exploration, for him, is tantamount to opening up wasteland.
Because, after more than a dozen inspections in the past, he, Jianming Supreme, and Whispering Lord were all exploring the latter's map. The efficiency was high, but the harvest was getting less and less.
Now being separated and exploring alone has somewhat added passion to Zhao Fan's heart.
next moment.
Zhao Fan's original Taoist body was randomly transported to a black land in the forbidden secret realm.
"Let's start with this."
Zhao Fan left a coordinate token so that he could directly continue the progress the next time he comes in to explore.
He looked around and saw that everything in his vision was completely black, without any color.
"This black soil."
Zhao Fan knelt down, picked up a handful of black soil and smelled it. It smelled fishy and sweet, like fresh blood.
"It's kind of interesting..."
When he was about to throw away the black soil in his hand, he suddenly found that the black soil began to show signs of melting in his palm, but there was no threat at all, so he allowed the black soil to change on its own.
This lasted for as long as a stick of incense.
"Um?"
Zhao Fan looked down at his palm. The black soil turned into black viscous droplets, like blood. Not only that, every drop was trying to penetrate into the skin. However, his was too powerful, making the black blood unable to penetrate. enter!
Zhao Fan transformed into a ball of flame and tried to throw it towards the black soil on the ground.
In an instant.
An area of five meters in radius turned into a pool of black blood.
"With a little warmth, the black soil melts into blood?"
Zhao Fan floated into the air thoughtfully, and there was an inexplicable feeling that made him melt all the black soil. Immediately, his entire origin was void, like a volcano erupting, releasing a lot of temperature.
And the black earth below began to melt in all directions...
