Immortal Road of the Dharma Idol Chapter 1051: Petrochemical sculpture, Zhang Tao Bailing

In front of the tombstone of Han Hao, Zhang Fan sat freely on the floor.

Opposite him. Zhang Xin, who was the first time to meet, was also unrestrained. He knelt down on the grass, his delicate face showed nostalgic colors, and his soft voice kept telling.

The mottled light and shadow shone on the two of them. Zhang Fan seemed to be listening and thinking about his own thoughts.

With Zhang Xin's narration, many past events of the year also surfaced.

For so many years, the reason why Zhang Fan did not find the slightest clue of Han Hao is because it was completely in the wrong direction.

He knows that Han Hao is definitely related to where Zhang Lie fell in the past, and concluded that Han Hao was also one of the peers with Zhang Lie.

In this way, the route searched by the person dispatched by Zhang Fan is naturally within the distance between Qin Province and the island he first transmitted from underground cultivation world to overseas.

At best, that is, extending to the direction of the Great Desert Island, the rest of the land, in the vast ocean, is no different from a needle in a haystack. Without specific clues, it is impossible to find it at all.

This approach is very different.

In Zhang Xin's narration, Han Hao encountered her father Zhang Tao and her mother Bai Ling by accident. At the time, both were seriously injured and their lives were suspended, and the latter had chasing soldiers.

Han Hao is an elder. Zhang Lie is like a master to him. He has never been able to die in front of his descendants of looks at Zhang Lie.

The following things happened naturally. Han Hao escorted Zhang Tao and Bai Ling all the way to the place, took root, multiplied, and died here.

"Zhang Tao..."

Zhang Xin was immersed in the narrative. For a while, he never noticed the change in the appearance of Zhang Fan, nor did he ever hear his voice almost contained in his mouth.

The name was deliberately forgotten by him, and it was never put in his mind, but when he saw the erecter on the Han Hao tombstone, he was suddenly smashed by a sledgehammer.

Some things, which we think are forgotten, are like a thorn, which is deeply penetrated, and it will not be painful until someone turns it.

"Zhang Tao, grandson of Zhang Lie, son of Zhang Yuantu, but not my father Zhang Fan alone!"

In my heart, Zhang Fan's eyes reveal a sneering and sneering look, so that Zhang Xin, who is opposite to him, is shocked. I swallowed the words that came.

Seeing this, Zhang Fan recovered, pulled out of memory, and smiled apologetically at the girl.

According to her story, Zhang Tao’s wife married overseas, that is, her mother, Bai Ling, is very extraordinary, but a real demon.

The difference between a aptitude and a young man who traveled far and wide in search of opportunities for immortal way’s dreams and ancestors’ career can actually become a dao companion with a transformed monster, if it is passed down to the world, it is no different. Scholars meet the fairy tales of the city myths, barnyard novels.

Zhang Xin didn’t know the specific situation. After all, she hadn’t been born at all, and even the experience of Han Hao was what he later told him about.

After all, this is just a little girl who has been in the world for more than two decades.

She vaguely only knew that Zhang Tao, who was still a young man, accidentally rescued Bai Ling, who was seriously injured, and there were countless things during this time, which eventually became dao companion.

Bai Ling gave Zhang Tao five children in total. It's a pity that she turned into a big demon, but because of her early injury, cultivation base never recovered, and she encountered grand tribulation with Zhang Tao several years ago.

Han Hao life essence has dried up, and it has been more than ten years since it died on the bed.

Silent for a moment, Zhang Fan suddenly looked up and asked, "Xinxin, hasn't your grandpa Han contacted Nine Provinces yet?"

"Ah!"

Zhang Xin was taken aback and said, "Do you know Grandpa Han?"

After scratching his head, he was not sure: "I heard my brother mentioned it by accident. It seems that it is what fell and closed the mountain. I don’t know the rest."

"Ah~"

Zhang Fan sighed and shook his head wryly.

Now he understands everything. In times of difficulty, Han Hao may not have wanted to ask for help from sect. But it is the beginning of Qin Province grand tribulation. The day of the hundred years of closure, there is no way to help. This is the case.

"Fuck!"

Zhang Fan stood up, his face full of inexplicable complexities, and walked towards a stone wall not far away.

"Hey, where are you going?"

Zhang Xin shouted, and then a red face appeared on his face. Obviously, he realized that this was not a good name and said embarrassedly, "I still don’t know your name?"

"You just call my brother!"

At the back of Zhang Fan, a gentle voice came.

"Okay, brother."

Zhang Xin nodded cleverly, and then remembered something like that. Exclaimed: "Can't go there."

I just spoke, and grabbed two steps in a hurry.

The strange thing is that no matter whether she runs or walks, the result is the same. The Zhang Fan's back is always at a distance of three feet from her, so that she can't stop, and she can't stop.

In an instant, Zhang Fan kept walking, and directly hit a mottled stone wall with yellow-green moss and cracks appearing, as if weather-beaten.

The murmur of imagination did not appear. He stepped directly into the stone wall, and the veined pattern waved like a wave at the path. When he was calm, he was no longer visible.

"How did he know?"

Zhang Xin stunned and stopped, but inside was the absolute forbidden place of Zhang family, her daughter-in-law of Zhang Tao and Bai Ling, did not mean that she could enter.

"No matter what."

After being surprised, she ran into the stone wall with her teeth clenched.

Behind the stone wall, there are labyrinthine turns, every turn. The three or five forks are so complicated that they are extremely complicated.

If you change someone else, Zhang Xin will surely think he will be lost in this labyrinth. You must know that she also spent a huge skill to remember.

However, for Zhang Fan, she always carried an inexplicable trust and firmly believed that he would not be stumped by this maze.

The previous blockade was nothing more than a subconscious act. Zhang Xin did not think that this gentle brother would do anything unfavorable.

Panted and ran for a while, panting after skill. The back of Zhang Fan re-entered her sight.

This is the end of the labyrinth. The most fundamental and tightest place of Zhang family is that no one can destroy it even if it is the last person left.

In the front, Zhang Fan stood with his hands down as if he didn't even notice Zhang Xin's arrival.

The stone barrier eye method, the huge maze, is nothing more than a play in his eyes, which naturally prevents him.

As early as in the Han Hao cemetery, Zhang Fan had already noticed the difference in the breath here, and there was a breath of Nascent Soul level expert.

On this small island where birds don’t shit, there is only one Nascent Soul expert!

"Zhang Tao!"

"Bai Ling!"

Standing calmly, a complex color flashed in Zhang Fan's eyes, seeming to be hesitant.

In front of him, a sculpture-like thing stood.

The most central part is a crystal coffin, standing upright. Through the transparent coffin, an old man's hands can be seen overlapping dantian, serene closed eyes, as if sleeping.

The coffin and the old man can only be seen half-length, while for the rest, there is a white snake winding the coffin and can't see it.

This winding does not have the power of python strangling, but more like - nostalgia.

The white snake is huge but not stupid, and it is covered with countless small scale, and it glows brightly.

Under normal circumstances, this fine white scale will definitely bloom in the most beautiful color under the sunlight, but at this time, it is only rocky and dull.

The whole white snake turned into a sculpture.

If you look at another ordinary person, you will think that this is a masterpiece of artificial craftsmen, but Zhang Fan can feel a little vitality through its petrified body.

This life. Weakened constantly, not yet dead, but not far from death.

The old man in the crystal coffin is almost the same as the white snake. There is only a small ray of vitality remaining. The reason why it has not turned into a rock is that the white snake has helped him.

From beginning to end, Zhang Fan said nothing, as if immersed in another world.

Zhang Xin endured for a long time, and finally could not bear the repression, softly called: "Brother?"

Even if the sound was turned down, the hollow was still echoing. It seemed like a thunderstorm, which surprised Zhang Xin himself.

"What's the matter?"

Zhang Fan responded indifferently, his eyes drifting away, as if he could see the distant dust seal through the coffin.

This man's aptitude is inferior, but he has perseverance and courage. He resolutely left home to find opportunities, and he does not want to use the human body as a slave to monster beast. The father of Xiang Ming, since then went alone overseas to continue the way forward.

Having the pride of mankind, but being able to take advantage of the world’s tyranny and transform into a big demon, and give birth to children, is also a unique person.

As a stranger, an cultivator, Zhang Fan appreciates such a person, compared to aptitude, he has a heart suitable for cultivation.

In fact, he finally achieved his dream, Zhang Fan can really feel that the body that was sealed in the crystal coffin and deeply sleeping is Golden Core cultivation base.

However, being a son~IndoMTL.com~ is a father, but this is a complete loser!

"You look like you!"

Zhang Xin looked at the man in the crystal coffin, looked at Zhang Fan again, and whispered.

"Is it?"

The voice of Zhang Fan is very dull, compared to being in front of the Han Hao tombstone outside, it is dull many times.

"Yes." Zhang Xin nodded with certainty. "It's more like my brothers."

"Oh, how many brothers do you have?"

The answer to this question, Zhang Fan has long been in my mind, but he can deal with it casually. His mind is still immersed in other places.

"Four! But one of them has never been seen."

"Huh?"

The Zhang Fan finally recovered, and his pupils shrank unconsciously, saying rashly: "Have you seen him?"