C99 A Frog in a Well Looking at the Sky
"Self-destruction? Grand Ancestor Yun He, stop him! "
Chu Fann's expression changed slightly, and he immediately ordered.
The Expert of Desolation Stage's self-destruction would definitely blow up the entire tomb. At the same time, the powerful shockwave would bury everyone within the mountain range.
The Grand Ancestor of the canal didn't really understand what was going on. He didn't care about anything else and immediately pushed the five corpses away. He circulated the primeval force and hugged Hee Shanzhao tightly.
* Hong! *
At a certain moment, a violent explosion was heard.
The energy that shook the heavens and the earth immediately surged out and charged in all directions.
The air wave was like a tide rising from the ocean as it faced the crowd head-on, smashing them onto the walls of the tomb, smashing out huge holes.
Great Ancestor Yun He held Hee Shanzhao tightly, not stopping for even a second.
The rocks and soil above all fell, burying the two of them within. Smoke and dust billowed as they walked in the tomb, filling it up. The lights were also extinguished at this moment.
The sight became dark, as if it could bury all the sins.
Chu Fann took a few steps back before spitting out a mouthful of blood. In the end, he immediately sat down to heal his injuries.
A long time later.
Crack.
The moment the flint touched, sparks burst forth, lighting up an oil lamp. Only then did it illuminate the tomb.
"Are you alright? Don't worry, Hee Shanzhao and Grand Ancestor Yun He both exploded into powder. Luckily, Grand Ancestor Yun He used his body to save our lives. "
Chu Fann drank a bottle of healing potion and said indifferently.
Zhao Xumin, Chu Ritian, Wang Xiaofeng, Wo Lvlv and Murong Xue were all seriously injured. They were resting and recuperating on the spot.
Many of the bandits were in trouble. They were crushed to death by the rocks.
"Oh, brother Chu Fann, you have to save me. I will tell you a treasure location. " Half of Ma Zhenyuan's body was pressed down by a huge rock. He couldn't move and begged.
"Treasure? Then tell me about it. "
Chu Fann was a little curious. After a slight smile, he slowly walked to Ma Zhenyuan's side and asked.
"It's here. . . "
Ma Zhenyuan's facial expression became gloomy. The power of the primeval era surged out. He threw a palm at Chu Fann and scolded him. "Little bastard, you have caused the death of the old Sect Master and Great Ancestor, you have to die now!"
Boundless force surged out and sealed the entire spatial zone.
What a pity.
Chu Fann was prepared for this. With a wave of his palm, the five corpses attacked at the same time.
Boom!
After a single strike, the five corpses blocked the attack. Like five ants, they ripped Ma Zhenyuan apart.
"Hehe, with the Cloud River Five Corpses, I, Chu Fann am not afraid of anyone in the Zilai Ancient Kingdom! Earth Yin Sect? I will find an opportunity to seize your treasure and destroy your sect!"
Chu Fann narrowed his eyes and said with a cold gaze.
With a wave of his hand, he stored the Cloud River Five Corpses into his Storage Hand Rope.
When the students heard this, they felt a chill down their spines, and the temperature dropped significantly.
Chu Fann then said to the mountain bandits in a clear voice, " You mountain bandits, I am not the one who killed you. You can leave now. "
"Mr. Chu, you have the corpses of all the previous Sect Masters of our Cloud River Sect. We are willing to follow you!"
An Eighth Level Body Refining Stage warrior said after hesitating for a moment.
His body was covered in wounds, and his butt had exploded. It was Wang Xiaofeng's Devil Dragon Explosive Chrysanthemum Talisman, and it was filled with respect when facing Chu Fann.
"We aren't very strong, but we are willing to follow you!"
Nearly thirty warriors knelt down in front of Chu Fann with respect on their faces.
What happened today was still vivid in their minds. Chu Fann's powerful poetry cultivation technique, the Cloud River Five Corpses beside him, and the fifth-stage Soul Creation Stage at the age of fifteen.
Their strength, perseverance, courage, they were sincerely convinced!
"Very good. Joining Mr. Fann might be the best choice in your lives! All of you, get up. This is a healing medicine, you guys can divide it. "
Chu Fann wanted to cultivate his own strength, so he immediately agreed.
Then, he waved his hand and threw dozens of potions over.
The group of bandits received them one after another, and after consuming them, they immediately began to treat their injuries.
Time passed very quickly.
Two days passed while they were recuperating.
Weng!
One of the bandits had finished healing his injuries, and he broke through the barrier of resolution. His cultivation base had improved greatly, and he had advanced to Level One.
Weng! Weng!
Another youth at the third level of the Soul Creation Stage cultivated bitterly, and he had actually broken through to the fifth level of the Soul Creation Stage.
"Haha, after so many years, I have also broken through to the first level. " A burly man in his fifties or sixties laughed with excitement.
"My God, what kind of potion did Mr. Chu give us? I have never seen it before. It is actually so magical!"
"Tsk, you don't know, right? Yesterday I heard from Miss Murong Xue that we, Mr. Chu, are noble Profound Arts Masters. He is still a third-grade Profound Arts Master. "
"Really? I have never seen a Grade Three Profound Arts Master before. Mr. Chu is indeed extraordinary!"
The injuries of the bandits gradually recovered, and they started to move about on the ground. Many of them felt that they were really lucky to be with Chu Fann.
Chu Ritian and the others' injuries had also improved by quite a bit, and they were now able to stand up and move about.
Wang Xiaofeng's gaze turned around, and when he looked around, he couldn't help but ask in surprise, "Ninth Prince, why didn't I see Mr. Chu?"
"You don't know, right? From yesterday onwards, Mr. Fann has already cracked this Gates of Hell Talisman Formation! Look, that Murong Xue is following behind Mr. Fann, running and running around, looking like she is sticking to him. "
Zhao Xumin pointed to a direction in the distance and said proudly.
Everyone looked over and found that it was true.
They saw Murong Xue continuously following Chu Fann's orders and setting up a formation that no one could understand. There was a Talisman Paper placed here, and it was emitting some courage.
Buzz! Buzz!
At a certain moment.
A burst of courage erupted abruptly. One after another, explosive sounds started spreading throughout the entire tomb.
Boom!
After the explosions, the tomb burst into a huge hole and a ray of warm sunlight shone in.
"My god! Mr. Chu, I really can't believe that I have broken the Gates of Hell Talisman Formation! I. . . I'm so excited!"
Murong Xue saw the sunlight and her face was filled with joy. Then, she hugged Chu Fann.
She was too excited.
There was no door to hell. According to the rumors, there was only a fourth-grade Profound Arts Master in the Talisman Formation. Only then could it be broken. Who knew that she would be able to crack a first-grade Profound Arts Master with Chu Fann's guidance?
Until now, she still felt as if it wasn't real.
Her small chest, which had started to develop, violently smashed into Chu Fann's chest, causing him to feel a soft sensation in front of him.
"Eh, don't be excited. If you can break it, then so be it. Look, you're pushing me. " Chu Fann hurriedly pushed it, and a sweet fragrance drifted into his nose, causing him to blurt out.
Murong Xue's face turned red and she quickly woke up from her daze. She looked at Chu Fann with a gaze filled with special feelings.
When the Talisman Formation was broken, everyone in the tomb cheered and kept shouting.
They didn't care what grade the Talisman Formation needed to break open. In any case, they felt that as long as they stayed by Chu Fann's side, they would definitely be able to leave.
Under Chu Fann's lead, everyone left the tomb and headed towards the Zhoucheng in Yunhe Province.
The Zhoucheng in Yunhe Province was still as prosperous as before.
People were coming and going, and the streets were calm and peaceful.
After a few hours, Chu Fann and the others arrived in front of the Guo Family's mansion.
Chu Fann used his courage to sense the surroundings and found the Guo family's mansion. There were more than a dozen Soul Creation Stage warriors in the Guo family's mansion.
"Brothers, let's play in the Guo family mansion for two days!"
Chu Fann waved his hand and laughed.
Just as the group of people entered the mansion, the butler, Zhang Cashew, walked out and shouted angrily, "Which bandit dares to cause trouble in my Guo family's mansion?"
"Hmph, Guo Dafu wants to kill us, but he's already dead. You're just a housekeeper, get lost!"
Chu Fann shouted angrily and led his men in.
After a few days, everyone was enjoying themselves. They took whatever they needed, broke whatever they couldn't, and took what they needed. All of them had gained a lot.
Chirp chirp chirp!
Chirp! Chirp chirp!
Chu Fann snatched two Heaven Treading Flying Swallows and brought Chu Ritian, the other students, and the many bandits back to Zilai Imperial City.0
The two Heaven Treading Flying Swallows were placed in the Beggar Gang.
Following Chu Fann, the group of bandits also joined the Beggar Gang.
However, Chu Fann knew that the temperament of the bandits was different from the Beggar Gang, so he let the nine bags elder, Chen Dagu, lead them and manage them separately.
After staying in the Beggar Gang for a while, Chu Fann and the group of students returned to the Zilai Academy.
Mission Building.
Chu Fann and the others immediately walked into the hall and handed in the mission.
"Mission completed. One Desolation Stone per person. And fifty thousand shells per person!"
The beautiful woman at the service desk said sweetly. She immediately took out a few Desolation Stones and handed out fifty thousand shells at the same time.
When the people nearby saw this, they were all extremely envious.
Chu Ritian, Zhao Xumin, Wang Xiaofeng, Murong Xue and Wo Lvlv had calm expressions on their faces. They did not even look at the fifty thousand shells.
After following Chu Fann and robbing so many bandit warehouses, each of them had at least 200,000 to 300,000 shells.
When everyone saw how Chu Ritian and the others felt that it was too little, they were all puzzled. 50,000 was still too little?
"Don't be greedy and advance recklessly. Before you reach the peak of Ninth Level of Soul Creation Stage, don't cultivate the Chaotic Force in the Desolation Stone! Otherwise, it will have a huge impact on your future martial arts! "
Chu Fann played with a Desolation Stone the size of an egg and immediately warned them.
Wang Xiaofeng nodded and said. "Thank you for Mr. Chu's guidance. "
"Mr. Fann, don't worry. I, Chu Ritian, will definitely listen to you. " Chu Ritian nodded solemnly.
The others also agreed. They knew that Chu Fann had his reasons.
The surrounding people were slightly stunned, and their hearts were filled with disdain.
When one was in the Soul Creation Stage, one could only cultivate Desolation Stones more often to better comprehend the power of the primeval era. When one reached the peak of the ninth level, one could directly break through!
If one waited until the ninth level before cultivating Desolation Stones, it would already be too late.
"Chu Ritian? When did you become that trash's lackey? This is really a disgrace to the Imperial City Chu Clan! "
At some point in time, a person slowly walked in from outside the crowd.
This man was wearing a pure white feather coat, and he carried a white feather coat on his back. He had a handsome face and carried a three-foot Long Sword on his back. His expression was somewhat arrogant.
On his right side was a pretty girl wearing a pink short skirt and red phoenix eyes.
"You better be clean! You can speak to me, not to mention Mr. Fann! Mr. Fann's power is beyond your reach, don't be too arrogant. I'll give you four words, watch the sky from the bottom of a well!"
Chu Ritian frowned and walked over. At first, there was some respect on his face, but it soon turned into disdain.
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