"Finally ......"

"Drag him to death!"

For three days and three nights, sleepless, fighting and retreating, and finally dragging this strong enemy to death, feeling the air rippling with unwillingness, Zhang Fan slowly softened, fell to the ground, and a hearty smile appeared on his face.

In the lakeside air at this time, in addition to Ni Sang's regret and unwillingness, there was also a roaring anger and powerful thoughts that roared directly in his soul, and he suddenly disappeared!

- Eight-armed Demon God!

Obviously, the distraction of this demon god is to hate him, anyone who has been played like a monkey for three days and three nights, and has no chance to retaliate, will go crazy, not to mention a demon god like him who has survived since ancient times.

Feeling this thought, the smile on Zhang Fan's face became thicker, and he didn't pay attention to it at all.

What about the Ancient Demon God, without Ni Sang's sacrificial guidance, would he still be able to cross the limit of the two realms to chase and kill? Don't even think about it, if he wants to take revenge, he has to wait until Zhang Fan is in the same realm as him!

At that time, since Zhang Fan was already able to stand in front of him in a grand manner, how could he be afraid of him? This majestic demon god was destined to be depressed.

Falling to the ground softly, after a long time, Zhang Fan recovered a little bit of his spirit, and raised his eyes to look at the ground in front of him.

There, a pile of bloody clothes is messy, their owners have long since dispersed with the wind, and only these things are left to witness the once powerful existence.

These bloody clothes naturally couldn't arouse his interest, and what made Zhang Fan care about were the two relics of Ni Sang.

With a move in his hand, two things as red as blood flew up and fell in front of him.

Two things, one big and one small, the big one is bright and dripping, as if it is condensed by countless blood, constantly exuding a bloody breath, smoking people nausea, a spirit of sacrifice and hard work, and the spirit of fighting with the sky for no reason appeared, it is the altar!

Unlike the altar, which is reduced to the limit and is half a person tall, the other thing is much smaller, but the size of a palm.

It was a token-shaped thing, first put the altar aside, and Zhang Fan took the token in his hand.

"Huh?!"

After a cursory glance, Zhang Fan couldn't help but be surprised, and his casual mentality also changed.

I don't know when, the Great Treasure Jian floated up, stood behind his head, and a powerful divine consciousness was also released, wrapped around the token, obviously, the ascetic also discovered that this token was wrong.

The material of the token and the altar seems to be the same, except that it is not so bright because of the countless years of blood, but it is still a blood-red color.

There is no excessive decoration on the token, only the front and back sides, which are engraved with patterns.

The pattern on the front is very simple, only a few strokes, three big characters:

"The Twelve"

As soon as he saw these three big characters, Zhang Fan understood that these ten ** was an identity token, but he didn't know whether it was Ni Sang's identity or the identity of this relict village.

From Ni Sang's words, it can be seen that there is definitely more than one remnant of the Holy Clan, and at least there is a so-called holy place on it.

This answer, after flipping over the back of the token, was immediately answered.

"Reverse the situation, refine the original restoration"

What is portrayed above is also what makes Zhang Fan and the bitter Taoist awe-inspiring.

In the upper part, the dense handwriting, from the choice of sacrifice to the mantra technique, is stepped into a gang...... It is extremely detailed, and it is all about the cultivation and use of the witchcraft of "reversing the world".

Although there is no special research, it can be known from the description between the lines that the basic requirements for performing this witchcraft are an altar that has been used for tens of thousands of years and has reached the standard of a holy weapon, as well as a beast treasure.

In the second half of the token, there is a scene sketched with a few strokes.

The scene is not complicated, but it is an altar, a beast treasure, next to a half-human and half-demon demon god statue roaring in the sky, high in the sky above, clouds and mist, looming pavilions and pavilions, like a heavenly scene.

The ancient heavenly court, but the world of demon gods, this scene at the moment depicts the scene of the ancient times, when the remnants drove the demon gods to compete with the demon gods, intending to truly grasp their own destiny!

...... After a closer look, Zhang Fan groaned for a while and slowly put down the token.

From the above content, he could easily judge that this token, the ** of Ten, was specially issued by the "Holy Land" to all the remnant villages, or in other words, to the strongest among the remnants, the Great Elder.

The first is to mark the identity, and the second is to teach the "reversal" witchcraft, it seems that the role of this witchcraft is much more important than Zhang Fan imagined.

As he pondered, the voice of the ascetic sounded slowly.

"Boy, it seems that the strength of these rats is much stronger than imagined!"

Zhang Fan nodded when he heard this, and looked at the three words "Wild Twelve" on the token and was silent.

Now it seems that these three words are clearly numbered, whether it is the number of the great elder or the number of the village, there is no difference, what I am afraid of is that the word "desolate" represents the "desolation" of "heaven and earth Xuanhuang, cosmic desolation", then the power of the remnants of the Holy Clan is far beyond his imagination.

After a long silence, he smiled dumbly.

Judging from the hiding place and the way things are done in this remnant village where Ni Sang is located, I don't know how long it will be before these remnants really show their strength!

Even if it really came that day, the sky fell and there was a high top, what did it matter to him, there were those primordial old monsters in the underground immortal cultivation world to worry about.

After resting for so long, recovering a little bit of strength, Zhang Fan suddenly stood up, put away the altar and token, summoned Mo Ling to take it on his shoulder, and flew directly towards a certain place in the Ghost Yin Forest.

Really speaking, there are still some things to do, such as those women and children in the remnant tribe, I am afraid that they are still looking forward to the return of their families, although Zhang Fan will not embarrass them, but it is impossible to let the tiger return to the mountain, those remnant witches in the sleeve of Qiankun, let them experience the taste of "the moon is long in the pot"!

Maybe it will come in handy sometime!

In the sky above the Ghost Yin Forest, there was a cheerful black cry, and a huge shadow swept by, and disappeared without a trace.

...... On the edge of the Ghost Yin Forest, a petite figure leaned against a large tree, looking at the sky from time to time, and his smart eyes were full of anticipation.

It is Gui'er who is guided by Zhang Fanyu's film and is waiting for Gui'er here.

Now this little girl, compared to three days ago, looks like two people, the dirt on her face is washed away, revealing a white and pure face, clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, with extremely flexible eyes, she is completely a cute girl next door.

Three days ago, the entire Ghost Yin Forest suddenly seemed to come to life, and a terrifying phantom shrouded it, like a cage generated by heaven and earth blocking everything.

After that, all kinds of violent sounds, madness and tyranny diffused, and bursts of roaring sounds, like thunder, spread almost throughout the Ghost Yin Forest.

At that time, Gui'er was frightened and didn't know what was going on, but after three days of trembling, things finally changed.

At a certain moment three days later, the Ghost Yin Forest, which had been noisy for several days, suddenly calmed down, and then the phantom that enveloped the entire Ghost Yin Forest also collapsed, and the faint light of the Yuan Magnetic Cloud layer once again penetrated and sprinkled, covering everything with a layer of cold luster.

There was no reason, Gui'er's heart remembered the figure of Xuanyi, and then thought of his words, and his heart couldn't help but be full of anticipation.

"Quack~~"

A black cry came from high in the sky, and when I looked up, my white face was like a flower blooming.

...... Half a month later, on the bustling streets of Broken Mountain City, a figure in Xuanyi with a fire crow standing on his shoulder walked through.

Nearly a month has passed, and there seems to be no change in the Broken Mountain City, and it can be seen from the expressions of the immortal cultivators on the street who are still wide robes and big sleeves that the Broken Mountain City is in a state of almost vacuum, and it has not been known, and nothing major has happened during this time.

Before arriving at this broken mountain city, Zhang Fan first went to Hehuan City, handed Gui'er into Xu Fan's hands, instructed him to arrange everything, and drifted away.

At that time, looking at Gui'er's appearance full of joy and curiosity about everything, Zhang Fan did not ask if she had changed her mind that she would eventually return to the tribe.

He didn't want to know the answer.

"My mother said that it was all very good, but Gui'er still wanted to return to the tribe. ”

When he said this, the longing and stubbornness on Gui'er's face coexisted, which was the reason why Zhang Fan wanted to help her, and now, he didn't want to destroy this impression, so let everything be proved by time!

The figure of Xuanyi seems to be slow and fast, and it seems to be leisurely, but in a blink of an eye, there is no trace.

The road was smooth, whether it was the guards of the inner city of Broken Mountain City or the serving disciples of the Xuanyin Sect, they had no intention of stopping him, and everything was very different from a month ago.

Presumably, after this period of time, what he said he did has been spread, and his appearance is also remembered by everyone.

Zhang Fan was also happy, but after a while, a familiar place appeared in front of his eyes.

Purple rhyme is full of flowers, quiet fragrance, bright colors, and a corner of the stone house that can be seen faintly in the flowers.

- The Jade House!

Seeing this stone house, Zhang Fan stepped down slightly, and couldn't help but feel apprehensive.

"Is it late?"

The battle with Ni Sang, after all, delayed time, really calculated, it was only three or five days away from the January boundary judged by the cold moon.

Taking a deep breath and cleaning up his hard work, Zhang Fan stepped out in one step and disappeared into the flowers.

A few dodged, appeared outside the stone house, and when they looked up, everything seemed to be as if the roof that had been destroyed by him was repaired, and at the door, a figure with a sword lying horizontally on his knees, sitting upright, was standing still in front of the door of the stone house.

"Extermination?!"

"What is she doing here?"

Zhang Fan stopped slightly and looked at it with a frown.

(To be continued)