Chapter 860: Oh, it's a monster
Tan Feng frowned and pondered for a moment, then waved his arm lightly, and a red candle on the table was lit.
The dim room was illuminated by candlelight, and Tan Feng's handsome face carved with a knife and axe was also shrouded in the pale yellow candlelight. In light brown pupils.
After a moment of silence, Tan Feng took out a red jade bead from his neck.
At this time, the ruby beads still had a dull appearance.
After Tan Feng clasped his hands together to bless with the exercises for a moment, and separated his palms again, the red jade beads in the palms became crystal clear like dusty jewels, and the whole body of the red jade beads even surrounded by a layer of faint brilliance.
That brilliance is extremely pure, one can see that it is not extraordinary.
Tan Feng stretched out **** and gently brushed the red jade beads, and the red jade beads made a sound at the next moment.
That voice was the voice of Tan Feng before his transformation, it was not as deep as he was, and he could hear the high-spiritedness of the youth, "Lao Tan, according to my observation during this period, this ancestor of Xuan Tianzong not only knows how to use imperial weapons. Flying, there are still many powerful spells. Even if I am a thousand years from now, I should really want to learn to fly with an imperial weapon. So, do you dare to say that I am doing something stupid again? Believe it or not, I put myself in this thousand years. Forcibly erasing the memory of the time? Anyway, I think I live very casually now, and it doesn’t matter if I don’t have this thousand years of memory.”
Tan Feng was speechless after hearing this.
These words are stupid, and he is not allowed to say them.
If he hadn't had to enter the Xuantian Sect for something, he would never have sealed up his memories of the past thousand years together with his cultivation.
Because of the vicissitudes of the millennium, he has no cultivation base, no memory, and only some superficial kung fu he has learned in the folk, so he has become a blank sheet of paper.
To worship Xuan Tianzong with such a innocent and harmless appearance will not arouse suspicion from these cunning humans.
But Tan Feng never imagined that after he had no memory and no cultivation, he would become so...willful.
Forgot to come to the Xuantian Sect, not to mention the serious business, every day I only know how to find someone to fight, and I always want to learn how to fly with an imperial weapon.
When Tan Feng was young, he really envied those monsters that could fly, but after so many years, he didn't care about this kind of thing for a long time.
With his current ability, there is no need to envy those little demons.
On the other hand, human beings, no matter when, Tan Feng is very vigilant against them. In the past thousand years, he has suffered human losses more than once.
Now, although this spiritual bead protects his body, it can hide the demonic energy on his body, but it cannot hide his body fragrance. On the night of the full moon, the moonlight essence of heaven and earth is the most abundant, and his demonic power is just around the corner, and it cannot be sealed at all.
His memory would even wake up a few days earlier.
If it weren't for the body protection of the Lingzhu, Tan Feng would have already aroused the suspicion of the elders of Xuantian Sect.
Under such circumstances, how could he be stupid enough to take the initiative to approach this ancestor with the most profound cultivation of Xuan Tianzong?
Tan Feng lived a thousand years, how could he not know the name of Canglang Daojun Qing Moyu?
It took him eighty years to transform into a human form. At that time, Daojun Canglang was already the most popular cultivator in the Hundred Sects of the Immortal Clan. His ruthlessness in eliminating demons and destroying demons made many monsters fearful.
Even the monsters ran around to tell each other, and in the end, there was no monster who did not know that this handsome and immortal-looking Daoist Canglang was the most difficult to mess with. If you can avoid it, you should avoid it, and you must not confront it head-on.
Because once they were defeated, they would not be able to escape the fate of being poached by Daojun Canglang and wiped out.
But now, after a thousand years, this person's cultivation will only become more diligent.
Although he is about the same size as Daojun Canglang, the thousand years of the demons are far from comparable to the human monks.
A monk in his fifties or sixties can destroy the thousand-year-old demon, let alone a thousand-year-old monk.
The more Tan Feng thought about it, the more worried he became that he had no memory.
After thinking for a while, he said coldly to the Lingzhu: "Stay away from Qing Moyu, I'm not asking for your opinion, you have to do it.
Also, Xuan Tianzong's library, you need to find a way to get to the last floor, there may be something I want. "
After saying these words, Tan Feng's fingertips lightly wiped the Lingzhu, and the exquisitely carved Lingzhu returned to its former dullness.
The night was still long, and Tan Feng didn't want to waste the essence of the full moon, which was only once a month. He meditated cross-legged and began to slowly circulate the demonic energy around his body.
He can absorb more, but in this way, it is very likely to arouse the suspicion of these human monks. After all, the amount of moonlight essence that human monks can absorb is far less than the amount of demons.
Therefore, Tan Feng controlled the amount of essence absorbed very well, only slightly more than the amount that a human cultivator can absorb at one time.
Unless there is a peerless genius with strong spiritual power and five senses that are different from ordinary people, they will never notice that the nearby moonlight essence is gathering here.
Nan Yuan: Sorry, grandpa is here.
Nan Yuan can't say that his five senses are different from ordinary people. After all, his eyes are not easy to use, but his mental power is far stronger than any species in this world can imagine.
In addition, the shell of Qing Moyu didn't hold back too much, so Nan Yuan really noticed it.
Nan Yuan retracted her gaze, "...It's really a monster."