Weird World of Immortality

In some places in the Barbarian Star Realm, there is no omen of the catastrophe yet, but in most places, such omen has appeared successively, indicating that the day of the catastrophe is getting closer and closer.

Once the catastrophe comes, not to mention ordinary people, even cultivators are all in danger, and there are not a few practitioners who are destroyed in the catastrophe.

Old Jie will have the responsibility to resist the catastrophe.

Of course, for the cultivators who traveled out of the calamity, as long as they were careful, it would not be a problem to get through it, but the life in the calamity was never easy.

Zhou Fan and Xie Chunshui chatted a few times about the catastrophe, and he went to look for the book, but Xie Chunshui was still lying on the desk dozing off as usual.

The four old men sitting in the main hall today are still the same four old men from yesterday. They came earlier than Zhou Fan. Once they got here, they sat down to read and didn't care about anything.

Zhou Fan first came to a piece of jade in front of the bookshelf. The emerald jade was inscribed with complicated runes.

This verdant jade is a catalogue of books. There are too many books in the hall. If it weren't for the catalogues of books, it would be very difficult to find the books you want to read.

Of course, the table of contents only gives general directions.

Zhou Fan separated a trace of spiritual thoughts and sank into the green jade. He searched quickly. He did not have a very clear purpose. His search stopped quickly. Books on Geography of the Barbarian Star Realm.

This helps him understand the customs of the barbarian star world.

Zhou Fan took down the Geography of the Barbarian Star Realm and read it carefully.

In a blink of an eye, another three days passed. During these three days, Zhou Fan stayed at the Prime Minister's Office to read some miscellaneous books, except for returning to Dawei to harvest the puppets and monsters.

In fact, he doesn't have to. As long as he clicks Mao, he can go back to his small courtyard to cultivate, but he is still interested in these non-cultivation books, and is willing to spend some time reading them.

Of course, he is not as obsessed with these non-cultivation books as the four old men of the Honour Department.

On the morning of the fourth day, one of the old men suddenly shouted excitedly, "I found it, I found it."

This loud shout interrupted Zhou Fan from reading, and he looked at the old man who had been silent and quiet with some surprise.

"Show me quickly." The three old men hurried over, wanting to read the book in the old man's hand.

It's just that the old man warned with a precious face: "Don't rob it, if you rob it, it will be bad."

Only then did the three old men calm down, but they all looked at the books in the old man's hands with fiery eyes.

Zhou Fan had never communicated with these four old men from beginning to end, so it was inconvenient for him to ask the old man what he found, so as not to cause any misunderstanding.

"What good things have you found?" Xie Chunshui woke up from a doze, and said unceremoniously, "You four old fellows, if I hadn't taken care of you on weekdays, even if you didn't starve to death, you wouldn't be as vain as today. Fatty, share with me any powerful exercises, techniques, and martial arts books you find."

"Go, go, Xiao Xie, it's Jing Yuanji." The old man rolled his eyes at Xie Chunshui, "Are you still interested?"

"Tang Yuanji?" Xie Chunshui said a little unwillingly, "Let me take a look."

The old man was a little reluctant to give the book in his hand to Xie Chunshui. After all, Xie Chunshui still took care of them when he was at his level. Xie Chunshui glanced at it and threw the book back to the old man, "Are you sick? All day long. What's the point of looking for clues to this slanderous era?"

"You don't understand, history makes people addicted." The old man snorted coldly: "This is more important than breaking through the realm of cultivation."

"Yeah, Xiao Xie, our history is shrouded in a fog, and we can't see clearly. We can't know what happened before ancient times. Someone has to find out the truth of history." Another old man said solemnly, "And Yuan Ji It's the key word."

"We have no hope of entering the realm for a long time. Even if we can enter the realm, we are willing to give up our practice and find out the truth of the history for the younger generation. This is the meaning of our existence." The third old man said with a serious face.

"Excuse me, please take your time." Xie Chunshui yawned and turned away.

The four old men gathered around and studied the book.

Zhou Fan only half-understood what he heard, dare these four old men are historians? It's just that what the heck is the Era?

When he thought about it like this, the four old men quickly raised their heads in disappointment, and one of them sighed, "Why did the writer of the book mention such a sentence? It's such a pity."

"But this is already very good. Let's look carefully to see if there are any clues." One of the four comforted.

The four of them began to divide their work and cooperate. Some people continued to read the very ancient book word by word, and some people went to find out whether the author of the book had written other books.

Zhou Fan saw that the four of them were so busy, so he didn't ask aloud, thinking in his heart that he would find an opportunity to ask more clearly later, and he began to focus on reading his own book.

Until the sky darkened and the talisman used for lighting in the hall came on, the four of them were still busy with excitement and whispering in low voices.

Zhou Fan looked at their expressions and knew that they must have found something useful.

He stood up and looked around, Xie Chunshui had already left.

He didn't stay any longer. Instead, he called out to my little sister~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and left the main hall of the Prime Minister and returned to his place of residence.

The next morning, Zhou Fan woke up. He patted his aching head. He practiced the Primordial Divine Skill again last night.

If the power is far from the kitten's first and second styles, then he's been practicing in vain.

But thinking about it, the Primordial Spirit Skill that combines the two laws, no matter how weak it is, will not be too weak. Even if it really fails, it can be regarded as accumulated experience.

He got up and washed his face, then he planned to take his little sister to breakfast.

It's just that before he went out, the sound transmission jade talisman on his waist lit up. It was the sound transmission jade talisman used by the Jie Laohui.

It's still some time before Dianmao, and he doesn't know anyone, so who would look for him at this time?

His thoughts turned to activate the sound transmission jade talisman, and Xie Chunshui's low voice came from the sound transmission jade talisman, "Brother Zhou, where are you?"

"Where you live, what's wrong?" Zhou Fan asked.

"Come to the Prime Minister soon." Xie Chunshui paused and said, "Friend Lu, the four of them are dead."

Fellow Daoist Lu, the four of them died?

Zhou Fan was startled for a moment, and then he realized that Xie Chunshui was talking about the four old men from the Prime Minister.

He hurriedly responded, and quickly rushed to the main hall of the Prime Minister. The main hall was sealed off, and ordinary monks could not approach. There were a group of people standing inside, and there were more than ten people guarding the hall door. .

"Brother Zhou." Xie Chunshui outside the hall beckoned to Zhou Fan, Zhou Fan walked over and asked in a low voice, "How is the situation now?"

"I don't know the specifics." Xie Chunshui also whispered, "It's just that we're afraid of some trouble."