The Pinnacle of Martial Arts Cultivation

Chen Fan briefly introduced the origin of the green seed, or the demon species, because he couldn't get the answer, in the end the conversation could only be over.

But both Mu Yunhai and Guo Gang are persuading Chen Fan to give up this seed.

Judging from the previous situation, this seed has obviously begun to control Chen Fan's heart, and this is definitely not a good thing.

Chen Fan naturally knew about this, and he could only slightly nod to indicate that he knew.

In this way, Guo Gang and Mu Yunhai were sent away. Chen Fan summoned Tweet from the storage bag and asked if the other party had found any abnormalities of the monster species when they were in the storage bag.

At this time, Tweet Tweet has recovered from the injury left by the original battle with Zhinu. After hearing Chen Fan's words, he tilted his head as if thinking.

After a long time, it just tweeted and danced for Chen Fan's answer.

To put it simply... Tweet Tweet has been eating spirit stones and found nothing. It wasn't until Chen Fan was promoted that it sensed a momentary abnormality.

After getting such an answer, Chen Fan fell into deep thought, holding the demon in his hand, his eyes flickering.

He faintly felt that the smooth promotion to cultivation base this time might have a lot to do with the demon species, as if... the demon species felt his desire to become stronger, and then secretly helped.

But the price of doing so is too great. After all, Chen Fan's mind was controlled for a moment. It's better for a short time. But who knows whether this monster will control Chen Fan's mind for a long time in the future?

Or... just take the house?

All of this is now unknown, and Chen Fan is also caught in a dilemma of war between heaven and man.

First of all, the demon species should have a certain ability to help people quickly cultivate, while the other side may be controlled by it.

One is power and the other is self. No wonder Chen Fan is so entangled.

After pondering for a long time, Chen Fan finally let out a sigh, with a touch of determination in his eyes.

He wants to leave the demon species temporarily, after all, Chen Fan can't resist the temptation to become stronger, whether it is in his past or present life.

But even so, he has to be more prepared, once he finds that the demon species wants to try to control his mind again, he must make a trade-off at that time.

"Chen Fan, my brothers have finished cleaning up, shall we take that Jingguan away or stay here?"

Just after Chen Fan made the decision, Wu Aiguo came outside his camp. At this time, the other party had put on a filial suit, which was obviously for his dead brother.

After thinking for a while, Chen Fan said, "Do some anti-corrosion measures for Na Jingguan. Let's take it back to Xuan Jing and give it to Emperor Xuan Jing!"

When the voice fell, Wu Aiguo took his orders and left, while Chen Fan began to wash.

I haven't had a bath for more than a month. The wind and sand on the wasteland are blowing, and the blood of the slave and his own has already been scabs. Chen Fan rubbed it for a long time before returning to his original appearance.

After taking a shower, Chen Fan also changed into a white filial attire. After that, he picked up the blank spaces in the corner of the military tent and began to slowly sculpt.

Before Daxuan, every soldier would carry two spiritual positions with him.

One piece for myself, one piece for the closest comrades in arms.

Even in order to prevent the screaming corpse from being incomplete and falling, everyone's armor lining was embroidered with his own name with red thread.

Remind everyone that even if you die, you can't be a nameless ghost.