Meng Fan had no intention of taking Hongqi with him to an unknown place like this.
After all, to be honest, after Hongqi transformed from a sword spirit into a human, she often turned into a slut.
There are always risks in unknown places, and Meng Fan would not be so stupid as to go there with a tow bottle.
This is not only asking for trouble for yourself, but also for Hongqi.
What's more, Hongqi has just experienced these few battles, and it's time to gain some insights and need to digest them.
Then, Meng Fan followed the direction pointed by the old monk and walked deep into the Fengyun Demon Sect.
As he walked, he had left the building of Fengyun Demon Cult and arrived at a relatively remote place.
Judging from the surrounding situation, they should have reached the back mountain.
The back mountain of Fengyun Demon Sect is no longer the back mountain in the broad sense.
Because Fengyun Demon Sect is located in the Hongyun Mountains, this "back mountain" is a bit too big.
Finally, Meng Fan stopped at the edge of a cliff.
This Hongyun Mountain Range has peaks and valleys, so it also forms a cliff-like terrain.
"Old monk, we are already on the edge of the cliff. What, you want to tell me that the treasure is under the cliff and ask me to jump off the cliff?" Meng Fan said to the old monk helplessly.
The old monk said seriously: "Donor Meng, you really need to jump off the cliff today, but you don't need to jump to the bottom. According to Lao Monk's perception, there is a cave in the middle of the cliff."
After hearing what the old monk said, Meng Fan frowned slightly, but he didn't question anything.
First of all, it is impossible for the old monk to harm himself, because if he dies, the old monk will also be wiped out. The previous contract was not in vain.
Secondly, with my current level of cultivation, no matter how high the cliff is, I won't die if I jump off it.
Even if his cultivation is completely sealed, relying solely on the strength of his body, he won't be hurt at all if he jumps.
Meng Fan didn't hesitate and jumped directly towards the cliff.
After falling for a moment, he controlled his body to float in mid-air and did not continue to fall.
Following the direction pointed by the old monk, he indeed felt a restriction.
After the ban, it should be the cave that the old monk said, which is also the treasure land.
But this kind of restriction, like the formation, requires professional means to break.
Meng Fan has never practiced in this area. The only thing he has learned that is related to this aspect is the Small Thousand Sword Formation that he received from the Danjianxian inheritance.
After all, among these four words, there is the word "formation".
There are also sword formations from several other Shushan Sword Sects. Although Mr. Lin taught the secrets to Meng Fan, Meng Fan never had time to practice.
Then, in essence, the word "formation" in the sword formation is completely different from the "formation" in the forbidden formation.
Meng Fan had only one way to break through the restriction in front of him, and that was to use brute force to break through it.
He tried it and slashed at the restriction.
Not moving at all!
Not even the slightest fluctuation.
Meng Fan understood that he was far behind and had no ability to break this restriction. Even through the feeling of the sword just now, he knew that even ten of him combined could not break it.
Although it feels reasonable, it is also a bit unexpected.
Although the sword he just struck was casual, it was still at the sword soul level and was definitely not weak.
This also proves that the prohibition here is not simple.
Meng Fan said to the old monk, "Can you find a way to break the restrictions here?"
The most stable way is to go back to Mr. Lin. With Mr. Lin's ability, it is naturally easy to break this restriction.
But I can tell with my toes that Mr. Lin must be extremely busy today.
Moreover, Meng Fan was a little embarrassed to bother Mr. Lin with everything.
It would be fine if there was a treasure behind the restriction like this. But if there was nothing, Meng Fan felt quite embarrassed after inviting Mr. Lin over.
The old monk's answer echoed in Meng Fan's mind at the right time.
"I really understand this restriction. It is not easy to break it. Moreover, I am now extremely weak with a wisp of residual soul.
To break this restriction, you need to use some methods, and these methods require the help of Donor Meng. "
After hearing what the old monk said, Meng Fan asked directly without any ink, "What do you need from me to help you?"
"Breaking this restriction requires the consumption of an astonishing amount of soul power. Lao Na's current soul power is insufficient, so he needs the spiritual stones of Benefactor Meng to supplement it."
Meng Fan immediately sneered.
The drunkard's intention was not to drink, but the old fox still wanted to take advantage of his spiritual stone.
"Didn't I just give you a thousand spirit stones?" Meng Fan said angrily.
The old monk hurriedly said: "It's one thing after another. I got these spiritual stones in exchange for the news. What's more, these spiritual stones are not enough."
This was because he was always scheming. He was afraid that the first half of the sentence would make Meng Fan unhappy, so he quickly added another sentence at the end that was not enough.
It doesn’t mean that I’m reluctant to take out the spiritual stones I had before, but because it’s not enough!
Meng Fan rolled his eyes and said with a cold face: "I'll give you another hundred spiritual stones. Don't bargain with me. If it doesn't work, I'll go back to find the master."
Hearing this, the old monk also took it easy and did not take the opportunity to continue to rip off Meng Fan.
Although a hundred spirit stones are few, mosquito legs are still meat no matter how small they are.
The old monk is used to living a hard life. He accepts the good things when they come and is always content and happy.
Meng Fan took out a hundred spiritual stones and threw them into the old monk's relics.
This old monk is really like a goose plucking his hair. He must pluck some wool from himself no matter what.
However, Meng Fan was not angry or dissatisfied, because although the old monk was very good at plucking hair, he really tried his best every time.
Meng Fan knew it well, he couldn't just work without being paid, right?
Even capitalists can’t do this!
After the old monk received the spiritual stone, he also worked directly without any ink marks.
The shadow of the old monk appeared in front of Meng Fan, and then he didn't know what method he used. The restriction placed in front of Meng Fan began to slowly dissipate.
The whole process takes less than ten breaths.
"How much soul power can you consume in such a short time? You said that a thousand spiritual stones are not enough for you to replenish it?" Meng Fan said to the old monk with a straight face.
Although this old monk can indeed solve the problem, he is really just telling lies to deceive himself.
"Donor Meng, you don't know something. In your eyes, it took only a few breaths for me to break this restriction.
But in fact, Lao Na has consumed his original power, which is extremely difficult to replenish. A thousand spiritual stones are really not enough to replenish it! "The old monk continued to tell lies with his eyes open, and then the shadow disappeared.
Meng Fan naturally didn't believe it.
The old fox, the old monk, has learned this lesson a long time ago. How could he do a loss-making business?
