Fantasy: I Can See The Rewards

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After a long time

, the middle-aged man suddenly slowed down, and a jade talisman appeared in his hand, shining brightly.

“”Communication Talisman?”

Jiang Han frowned with his eyelids lowered.

He secretly activated the law of space and silently changed the trajectory of space, allowing the middle-aged man to fly into the star bead without noticing.

Buzz!

At the same time, a solemn voice came from the jade talisman, saying:”Elder Lin Feng, what happened in the ancient fairy house? Elder Xiong Fei’s life card has been broken, be careful……”

Broken?

The middle-aged man’s expression suddenly changed, and he looked down at Jiang Han:”You……”

Boom!

An overwhelming pressure surged up, and the middle-aged man was horrified. The immortal power in his body surged, but it couldn’t work. It was like being pressed down by a mountain and fell heavily.

“”Poof!”

The middle-aged man coughed up blood and his skin cracked inch by inch.

He was horrified. The sudden pressure was too terrible. He was directly crushed to the ground and couldn’t even move his fingers.

“Who are you?”

He raised his head with great effort, his face grim.

“Me?”

Jiang Han’s expression slowly changed back to its original appearance, and he said calmly:”Who do you say I am?”

“Jiang Han!”

The middle-aged man’s face suddenly changed. He saw a tall figure standing not far ahead, and he said in horror:”Where did you take me?”

“You have too many questions.”

Jiang Han stretched out his hand and pointed, golden light burst out, and directly pierced through his dantian.

“you……”

The middle-aged man’s face turned pale, his eyes filled with resentment,”You destroyed my cultivation?”

“You should be thankful.”

Jiang Han looked at him expressionlessly and said indifferently:”The fate card… Tsk, with this thing, I can’t kill you directly, lest the Purple Mansion finds out again. Where is Meng Po?”

“Meng Po?”

The middle-aged man’s pupils contracted,”The legendary ancient god of the underworld?”

Whoosh!

A cold wind suddenly blew up all around, and a figure slowly floated out from underground.

Nangong Wan looked at Jiang Han with a dim gaze, and said in an erratic voice:”Lord Lord of Reincarnation who is busy with all kinds of affairs, do you… have any instructions?”

“Don’t be so unfamiliar.”

Jiang Han chuckled and said,”How is the Mengpo soup going?”

“I just made the first pot.”

Nangong Wan rolled her eyes at him,”You want to drink it?”

“I can’t bear it.”

Jiang Han smacked his lips and raised his chin to indicate

“Swish!

The middle-aged man’s cold sweat immediately flowed down.

He was in doubt. There was a legend about Meng Po in the fairyland. It was said that Meng Po was an ancient god in the underworld. It was said that Meng Po stayed by the Naihe Bridge and made Meng Po soup every day. Once you drink it, you will forget your past.

“”Okay.”

Nangong Wan nodded.

A light flashed on her hand, and a bowl of Mengpo soup appeared in her palm. She said,”This is the first time I’ve made it, so I don’t know if it will be good or not. This is a good opportunity to use it for experiments.”

“Take your time.”

Jiang Han took the Meng Po soup, and under the middle-aged man’s horrified gaze, he pried open his mouth and poured it in.

He smiled and said,”Logically, people can’t drink Meng Po soup, but this guy is not a human. Although his cultivation has been destroyed by me, his body is still an immortal body, so it should be fine.”

A bowl of Meng Po soup was quickly drunk.

The middle-aged man’s eyes gradually became dull. He looked at Jiang Han blankly, then looked at Nangong Wan who was floating on the side, and murmured,”Who are you, who… am I?”

“It seems to be working well.”

Jiang Han looked at him with interest,”Do you remember your name?”

“I……”

The middle-aged man looked confused,”My name is… Lin, Lin, Lin Feng.”

His eyes suddenly brightened a little, and he said to himself:”Yes, my name is Lin Feng! Who are you and where am I?”

“Can you still remember your own name?”

Jiang Han’s eyes showed a strange look,”Have you heard of Zifu?”

“Purple Mansion?”

The middle-aged man was still a little confused, and subconsciously followed his words to think, muttering:”I haven’t heard of it.”

Jiang Han was thoughtful.

He guessed that the reason why this middle-aged man named Lin Feng remembered his name might be related to his previous strength. After all, he was an immortal with an immortal body.

But because his cultivation was cut off by Jiang Han, he could only remember his name.

“Pay attention to it next time.”

Jiang Han looked at Nangong Wan and said,”If the creature entering the reincarnation had a high level of cultivation in his life, we must first cut off all of his cultivation, leaving no trace of the Tao.”

“I remember it.”

Nangong Wan nodded seriously.

“That’s it.”

Jiang Han glanced at the middle-aged man and casually ordered:”Keep an eye on him and don’t let him die here. I still need to use his identity to handle some things.”

“”Okay.”

Nangong Wan nodded.

She thought for a moment, and a ball of light appeared in her palm. She said,”Oh, this is the memory that was just washed away by Meng Po soup.”

“”Oh?”

Jiang Han was surprised.

He had not expected that the memory washed away by Meng Po’s soup would go directly into Nangong Wan’s hands.

Could this be one of Meng Po’s powers?

He reached out to take it and quickly read the memory.

“Interesting.

Jiang Han crushed the memory ball and smiled.

With these, the chances of him being exposed in the Purple Mansion were even smaller, like a fish in water.

After pondering for a while,

Jiang Han asked Nangong Wan to return to the reincarnation first, and then he personally stripped off the middle-aged man’s clothes and identity token, and put on a coarse linen shirt for him, and then left the Star Pearl.

The middle-aged man trembled, and waited until Jiang Han disappeared, then stood up carefully, looking blankly at the world covered with ice in front of him, at a loss.

……

“Lin Feng? Can you hear me? Lin Feng, Elder Lin!”A solemn voice came from the jade talisman.

“I’m fine.”

Jiang Han had turned into Lin Feng’s appearance.

He said in a heavy tone:”Elder Xiong has indeed been in trouble. The ancient immortal palace collapsed. Only the people from Yao Chi and Bailong Immortal Dynasty survived, and everyone else died!”

“Elder Xiong escaped at all costs. Before he died, he passed on an ancient immortal art to me. I am on my way back to the holy land.”

The other side fell into a brief silence, and was obviously shocked by the news.

You know.

There were more than a dozen saints from different holy lands and immortal dynasties who entered the ancient immortal palace, and they all died there at once. This is too shocking and will cause a major earthquake!

“You come back first.”

After a while, a solemn voice came from the jade talisman.

“”Okay.”

Jiang Han simply hung up the jade talisman.

He smiled softly and no longer used his original fighting skills, such as the Xingzi Secret, but raised his foot and turned into a purple flame, flying towards the Purple Mansion Holy Land._To read the ununderlined version of the novel, please download Feilu Novel