Chapter 422

The vast white fog dissipated; looking up, a crescent moon hung high.

The vast night color draped over the cold mountain; one does not know what year it is outside the mountain.

"It's already dark?"

Zhang Fan was in a daze, his soul-aspect silent, having just broken free from the endless light and shadow.

He took out his phone to check; the time on the screen was 19:38. When he and Zhang Wuming entered the mountain, it was still around eight or nine in the morning. In the blink of an eye, most of the day had passed.

"This mountain really is strange!" Zhang Fan's complexion darkened slightly.

Before the nature of heaven and earth, even with his cultivation, he felt small and ordinary. Time is not counted in the mountains; even with a soul-aspect as powerful as Zhang Fan's, it is difficult to glimpse the fleeting time.

If Zhang Fan is like this, for ordinary people, these mountain and sea secret realms are simply dead ends.

Perhaps, when an ordinary person enters the strange fog just now and "wakes up," they are already a pile of white bones in the mountain.

"Wuming... Wuming..."

Zhang Fan called out loudly, his voice echoing in the empty valley; apart from the sounds of birds and beasts in the distance, there was no response.

"Got separated?" Zhang Fan's brow furrowed.

He looked at the vast deep mountains and stepped forward. Before long, a wind rose inexplicably, mixed with a bloody scent.

Zhang Fan stopped and looked, and saw a colorful fierce tiger walking out from the dense forest onto a large blue stone, staring straight at him.

Clouds follow the dragon, wind follows the tiger.

The fur of that big worm was shining with an oily luster under the moonlight; its eyes were wide and round, its gaze fierce, and it walked toward Zhang Fan step by step.

"A real tiger," Zhang Fan curled his lips. It was his first time seeing a real dragon-tiger outside of a zoo.

However, in a place like Copper Mount Luoshan, since it was slaughtered by the Three-Corpse Daoist a hundred years ago, there have been few demons, ghosts, or monsters.

The tiger in front of him was more than twice the size of any he had seen in a zoo, especially its fur, which rose and fell gently as if breathing, and the bright moonlight seemed to seep beneath its fur.

Zhang Fan knew that this tiger was extraordinary; by breathing in the moonlight, it had already developed some instinct for cultivation, although it was still far from reaching the level of a monster. However, its blood, strength, and perception had already surpassed ordinary fierce beasts in the mountains.

Especially its long tail swinging in the air; although slow, it made sounds like a whip cracking, and its empty power was like a wave.

Hum...

Just at this moment, the big worm suddenly stopped its steps, stopping thirty paces away from Zhang Fan. Its fierce gaze looked Zhang Fan up and down; out of instinct, it seemed to smell a trace of different danger.

"Cautious, indeed."

Zhang Fan chuckled. With his current cultivation and realm, in the mortal world, he is transcendent and holy, comparable to those capable people and strange scholars of ancient times; he can lift a tripod, and naturally, he can fight tigers and wolves, and subdue dragons in the sea.

But at this moment, he did not look at the big worm; his gaze shifted to look elsewhere.

Suddenly, in the dense forest, the grass leaves shook.

Zhang Fan remained silent, just watching quietly. In a moment, a young man walked out, wearing a Daoist robe and stepping on white sneakers; he didn't look handsome, but rather delicate.

He was hiding in the dark and was discovered by Zhang Fan, so an awkward smile could not help but appear on his face.

"He seems very afraid of you."

The young man scratched his head and looked at the big worm, but the latter seemed not to see him, its fierce eyes staring dead at Zhang Fan, as if it didn't dare to relax even a little bit.

"Which sect's Daoist are you? Daring to enter this Copper Mount Luoshan alone?" Zhang Fan looked at the young man; for some reason, a strange feeling rose in his heart.

"What about you? You don't seem like an ordinary person either. A practitioner?" The young man asked instead of answering, which could be called cautious to the extreme.

"The soul-aspect has recovered, so your talent is not weak, and your aura is like that of an orthodox sect, but it is floating and unreal..." Zhang Fan looked at the young man and said with a smile.

"You haven't received the true transmission?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the young man's complexion changed abruptly. He looked at Zhang Fan in surprise, never expecting that this man, who looked about the same age as him, could see through his background at a glance.

"Brother, you are so amazing, you must be an expert," the young man looked straight at Zhang Fan and couldn't help but say.

His form of address was very interesting, not like someone from a Daoist sect; the worldly air had not yet faded.

"Brother, look, this tiger is about to become a monster. Why don't we kill it?" The young man glanced sideways, a different kind of brilliance flashing in his eyes.

Monsters in the mountains, gathering the essence of the sun and moon, their bones are spiritual, and their flesh and blood are like medicine, most suitable for the Daoist method of gathering and nourishing.

Roar...

As soon as the words fell, the big worm seemed to understand, and it let out a startling roar.

The tiger's roar shook the forest, and the sound waves were so strong that the wild mountains were terrified and the birds flew away in shock.

The young man's complexion changed abruptly, and he subconsciously looked up, only to see the big worm's gaze sweep over, locking him dead in its sights.

Rumble...

Suddenly, the big worm moved, and cracks immediately appeared on the blue stone under its feet, not knowing how much terrifying power it was bearing. With such an explosion, the distance of tens of meters was like being right in front of him.

The bloody wind hit his face, and the long tail swept across; that tail was like a knife, breaking through the air. If it landed on a person, half of their head would be gone.

The young man's eyes were wide open; where had he ever seen such a battle? He was already scared stiff on the spot.

Hum...

Just at this moment, his eyes blurred, and he saw a figure move.

Zhang Fan was like a ghost, blocking in front of him, his right hand reaching out to catch the heavy tail in his hand.

Roar...

The big worm let out a hiss, its bloody mouth opening wide, revealing a mouthful of fierce white teeth, like interlocking steel knives.

Almost at the same moment, Zhang Fan's other palm pressed down lightly, landing on the top of the big worm's head, and the latter instantly lost its center of gravity, smashing heavily toward the ground.

A dull sound fell, stirring up dust that rushed into the sky.

The young man's throat moved, and he was dumbfounded. He stared dead at Zhang Fan's back, his heart shaken to the extreme.

He didn't expect that this man, who looked about the same age as him, possessed the ability to subdue dragons and tigers, and with a wave of his hand, he suppressed this big worm that was about to become a monster.

"Brother, you are so amazing."

The young man recovered, swallowed his saliva, walked behind Zhang Fan, and stared at the big worm under his feet.

"This skin is a treasure, and the tiger bones can be used to refine medicine..." The young man's eyes bloomed with brilliance.

"Brother, I used to be an apprentice in a meat processing plant; leave the knife work to me."

As soon as these words were spoken, the big worm crawling on the ground let out a wail, its eyes lifting slightly, no longer having the ferocity from just now, and the look it gave Zhang Fan was almost pleading.

"Its cultivation is not easy, do not harm its life," Zhang Fan whispered.

The young man was stunned for a moment, looked at Zhang Fan, and hurriedly said: "My brother is still the merciful one."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Fan laughed dumbly.

"It is not that I am merciful, but that the principles of heaven are clear, and nature is like this."

As soon as these words were spoken, the young man showed a look of confusion.

Zhang Fan did not explain; in the affairs of the world, there is a rise, and there must be a fall.

There is a tribulation, and there must be a fortune.

A hundred years ago, Copper Mount Luoshan suffered a great tribulation, demons and ghosts were cut off, monsters were buried and destroyed, and since then, the mountain has been empty for a hundred years.

Now, the great tribulation has passed, and it should naturally flourish and revive again.

This is the fortune of heaven and earth, and it is also the law of the Great Dao.