Fang Dang originally wanted to go and take a look, but then he thought that this was his chance to study the crystal stone on the head of the four-ceratops of the dragon and snake. What's more, his current situation should be relatively weak. If he is alive, it would be a bit too false. It would be suspicious for nothing, so he nodded and said yes.

After the real person of Hong Jin left, Fang Dang stood up from under the jujube tree and returned to the room. At this time, Fang Dang's room had been completely renewed, and all kinds of furniture and decorations were new. Fang Dang sat on the bed and then took out the crystal stone dug from the top of the head of the four-ceratops dragon and snake.

This time, he got two treasures in the nest of the four-ceratops and snakes, one was the crystal of the four-ceratops and snakes, and the other was an immortal weapon. Although it was not as great as a magical weapon, it was also a treasure that even the real person of the Nascent Soul could not possess.

This immortal weapon should be the treasure of the Yuanying Real Person hanging up like a four-ceratops dragon and snake, which was left with only crystal bones. This treasure is not as good as the Lord Killing Sword of Fang Dang, but it is also a relatively interesting thing for Fang Dang, so Fang Dang did not hand it over, but kept it in his own hands.

Fang Dang fiddled with the crystal for a moment. The crystal was relatively pure, and basically stored the demonic energy and vitality. Fang Dang drew some of the strength from it and put it away closely, and then took out the magic weapon. This immortal weapon was covered with dust for a long time, and was constantly extracted by the dragon-like snake. If Fang Dang was not poached, it would not take long to lose all his spirituality.

Fang Dang is now just about to refine it.

Fang Dang kept washing this immortal weapon with the power of vitality, and the mottled rust marks on the immortal weapon began to fade away. It took Fang Dang about a quarter of an hour before the dirt on the immortal weapon was completely washed away. After continuous flushing, the immortal weapon finally showed his true appearance.

This is a token. A mountain is drawn on the token, and a word on the back is written on it. Fang Dang initially thought it was a token from a certain sect, but after a simple flush, Fang Dang knew that this thing was completely different from the token of the Huang Jiaomen.

Fang Dang held the token in his palm, looked carefully, and directly threw in a force of vitality. With a bang, the stars around Fang Dang moved. In an instant, Fang Dang came to the top of a mountain. Judging from the appearance of the mountain, this was the peak carved on the token.

Is this the world entering the token?

Fang Dang's eyes narrowed slightly and looked around. Everything in the distance was in the clouds and mist. What Fang Dang could see was actually the mountain hundreds of meters high under his feet.

The mountain is empty, with exposed red stones everywhere, which can almost be called "no grass grows". Only by Fang Dang's side is an old pine tree that has been lush for many years, with lush branches and leaves. There is a chessboard under the pine tree. There is a game of Go on the board that has played half a game. There is a crystal clear bone on the board where the board is located against the big tree.

Fang Dang was slightly curious. The owner of this skeleton must be a Nascent Soul Infant. Looking at this unfinished chess game, it seemed that the skeletons under the tree were waiting for another person to play chess.

Fang Dang squatted down and looked carefully. He found that the owner of the skeleton should be a woman, and should have been seriously injured. There were many old injuries on the skeleton. It can be imagined that the owner of the skeleton was once the Nascent Soul True Person, but after his hands, his cultivation level dropped sharply. Perhaps she was recuperating in the mountains and waiting for the person who owned this token. Unfortunately, the person who owned this token died in the nest of the four-ceramic dragon and snake, so this game of chess was not finished. The seriously injured Nascent Soul True Person also exhausted his cultivation and vitality while waiting, and turned into a pile of dry bones.

Fang Dang looked at the top of the mountain, and sure enough, he found a thatched cottage, which was halfway up the mountain, and next to it was a dry lake.

This was supposed to be a pretty beautiful place.

Fang Dang walked into the thatched cottage, and the room was covered with dust, with beds, tables and chairs, as well as kitchens and bookstores. Although the cottage was not big, it was fully functional. It can be seen that the former owner had put a lot of thought into the construction of this cottage.

Fang Dang closed his eyes slightly and reconstructed everything here.

This place should have been a place full of vitality in the past, with lush trees on the mountain, and lakes and water pavilions on the hillside, with various animals running in the mountains and forests.

Two Nascent Soul Infants, one man and one woman, live in this world of tokens like fairies.

However, as the vitality of this magic weapon was pulled away by the four-ceramic dragon and snake, the place began to become deserted and eventually became what it is now.

Fang Dang opened his eyes and then poured the power of vitality into this world.

Sure enough, with Fang Dang's vitality infusion, this barren world began to regain its vitality. I don't know how long the grass seeds buried in the cracks of the rocks began to sprout, and dark clouds began to roll in the sky. Soon, raindrops fell down, nourishing the barren world. However, Fang Dang stopped after taking a little action. To moisten this small world, it took a lot of vitality. Fang Dang really couldn't bear to return to so much vitality for the world in this token.

After all, this small world is of little use to Fang Dang.

Fang Dang was about to leave the world in this token when he suddenly remembered something, and Fang Dang turned his head and looked at this small world.

Then Fang Dang flew back to the mountain, where there was a game of chess and a pair of skeletons, plus a green pine tree.

Fang Dang looked at the pine tree and frowned slightly. Everything in this world has withered, so why does this pine tree still remain lush?

Fang Dang immediately came to the tree, reached out to rub it gently on the trunk, and then Fang Dang smiled slightly and said, "I seem to have discovered a treasure!"

Fang Dang said, and reached out to pinch the trunk of the pine tree and pulled out the entire pine tree from the ground. The old roots were desperately grasping the soil and rocks. Fang Dang stretched out his hand to cut off the old root and fell out a small box. The reason why the pine tree could maintain such a lush state was entirely because the small box was constantly scattering the vitality.

Fang Dang took the small box away, and the fluffy and green crown of the old tree immediately began to turn yellow.

Fang Dang replanted the old tree into the ground and injected a vitality into the force of vitality, and the withered old tree regained its vitality.
Chapter completed!