"If I let you run away again, my name of the Drunken Daoist will be written upside down from now on, and I will be called the Drunken Daoist again!"

The drunken Taoist pointed to the ground with one hand, raised the gourd with the other, and said with a sense of relief.

His tone and demeanor can be said to be very incommensurate with his identity as one of the three major loose cultivators in Qinzhou, and it can also be seen how unhappy he is with this iron-backed pangolin.

If it weren't for the iron-backed pangolin's escape method of hearing the wind and burrowing through the mountains, why would he have fallen into such a situation, and people chased him like a mountain mouse, circling around, if it weren't for Zhang Fan and the two of them coming in time, he was afraid that he would even lose his old life.

Such an unforgettable memory is in his heart, since he has dealt with the iron-backed pangolin, how can he be unprepared for the drunken Taoist?

"Condensation!"

The ridicule was still on the face of the drunken Daoist, and suddenly, he shouted violently.

Suddenly, the earth, especially on the ground where the iron-backed pangolin was planting upside down, suddenly shone brightly.

This golden light is so rich, at first glance, it seems that the huge ground is paved with gold, and the earth and stone are just the appearance, with the finger of the drunken Taoist, it shows its original appearance.

This light is different from Zhang Fan's golden light of breaking evil, there is no power to destroy evil, some are the work of the five elements of biochemistry, under the golden light, the soil belongs to the earth, turned into gold, condensed like steel!

"Turning the ground into steel!"

Zhang Fan raised his eyebrows, and if he realized, his originally indispensable expression suddenly condensed, and he concentrated on the body of the iron-backed pangolin, as if to see what effect his mountain-piercing technique had in the face of this magical power? .

Under the technique of "pointing to the ground into steel", the iron-backed pangolin was first startled, and then neither slowed down nor changed direction.

It's no wonder that he is like this, this "Pointing to the Earth into Steel" is not a profound spell, a powerful supernatural power, but it is just one of the basic spells that immortal cultivators can rest when they get started.

"With the power of the five elements of transformation, how can it be difficult for you to defeat your pangolin grandfather?"

The iron-backed pangolin thought triumphantly, if it weren't for the fact that the situation didn't allow it, it was clear that he was not the opponent of the other party, and there was an even more terrible one beside him, according to his surname, he had to turn around and sarcastically say two sentences.

But in an instant, this pride is like the dew of the morning, and when the sun comes out, it is suddenly transpired and gone.

"How so?"

Panic, fear, despair...... All kinds of emotions came to his heart, and the entire true body of the Transforming Demon was planted upside down on the ground, but he couldn't go down for a minute, and that kind of horror was clearly revealed even on his hideous face.

Can't get in, every inch, just can't!

Under the most basic spell of the drunken Taoist, the iron-backed pangolin's mountain-piercing technique, which leans on the Great Wall, seems to have been abolished and can no longer play a vital role.

"Good!"

Zhang Fan, who was paying attention to the results on the side, exclaimed.

This time, the drunken Taoist really taught him a lesson and benefited a lot!

Zhang Fan had already cultivated this spell of "turning the ground into steel" during the Qi refining period, but if he let him cast it, let alone trap a shape-shifting demon like the iron-backed pangolin, and completely restrain the opponent's natural supernatural powers, and even whether he could cast it smoothly was still between the two.

This naturally has nothing to do with the difficulty, even the powerful supernatural powers such as the five-color divine light, the Qiankun in the sleeve, and the Sanshang Law Seal, he can smoothly refine it, and this "pointing to the ground into steel" is naturally not a problem.

The reason why this is the case is really because in the past hundred years, he has really not used such a basic magic power once.

The reason for this is self-contempt.

But in the hands of the drunken Daoist, Zhang Fan really saw its power, which can really be described in one sentence: "There are no useless supernatural powers in the world, only useless monks." ”

That's right!

The drunken Dao person's ability to "turn the ground into steel", and even some similar basic spells, to such an extent is naturally related to his background in casual cultivation.

Don't look at his current scenery, he is also on an equal footing with the Yuanying Zhenren of the major sects, but at the beginning of his initiation, he is no different from those low-level casual cultivators who are fighting for a spirit stone.

At that time, where would he have any good supernatural powers to cultivate, and he put more effort into these basic supernatural powers, but now it seems that he has found another way, formed his own school, added his own understanding to the basic spells, and entered the Tao secretly.

Of course, Zhang Fan can't, and there is no need to follow the path of drunken Daoist again, but there is no lack of reference for the truth.

"It seems that at this time, the realm is different, and if you stand on a high place and look back at those basic things, you will gain something else. ”

Zhang Fan smiled slightly, watching the drunken Daoist trap the iron-backed pangolin trapped in the "Finger Ground into Steel" technique, drowning it in the sea of wine, burning it with a raging flame, and finally trapped the dignified demon in the ground, burning in an instant, and Yuan Ying never escaped, even if he was impressed.

In a few moments, the flames converged, the wind passed through, and among the ashes in the sky, the drunken Taoist looked up to the sky and poured wine, stepped out, and shouted happily!

In the whole process, Zhang Fan just swept the formation, but he didn't come forward to help, firstly, the drunken Daoist did not have this need, and he lost his sudden surname that he was caught off guard, and the iron-backed pangolin was in his hand, but it could be destroyed with a backhand; second, it was for the night wind bat demon.

Among the three primordial infant real people on the side of the Corpse Abandonment Sect and the Ten Thousand Demon Ancestral Court, the Heavenly Corpse is the strongest, but the Night Wind Bat is not weaker than him, and it is definitely not comparable to the level of the iron-backed pangolin.

Zhang Fan stood aside, and his attention never left the starry sky from beginning to end, like the starry sky of eternal night.

"Boom!"

At the moment when the iron-backed pangolin fell and the drunken Daoist stepped out, in the Eternal Night Star Divine Domain, the Xinglan Fairy suddenly snorted and flew out upside down.

Looking at its surroundings, the star chips are sprinkled and sprinkled, and the appearance of a fairy is like a fairy, when there is no major problem, it is just that the Yuanying Divine Domain, which has been torn a hole for a while.

The situation of the Night Wind Bat is much worse than that of the Xinglan Fairy, and it is obvious that the price he paid in order to tear this hole and escape is not small.

The starlight in the sky, in the sudden big hole in the stars of the eternal night, "boom", a white light, spread out, and suddenly became overwhelming.

The rest of the people present were all Yuanying real people, and with their eyesight, they could see for the first time that these white light entities were countless snow-white bats, the size of ordinary mountain bats, and very different from the demon beast body of the Night Wind Bat, which was larger than the Eagle Falcon.

Thousands of incarnations, cut off their tails and escape!

The idea of the night wind bat flashed in everyone's hearts in an instant, like a mirror.

As soon as Fairy Xinglan stabilized his body, he didn't care about the qi and blood that was shaken by the night wind bat's blow, and shouted: "Stop him!"

At this time, she could only hope for Zhang Fan and the drunken Taoist, but she herself was powerless.

In fact, this is the normal state of the battle between Yuanying and real people, in the case of similar cultivation to each other, it is easy to defeat and leave difficulties.

If the Xinglan Fairy was to fight against the Night Wind Bat alone, not to mention whether she could force the other party to this point, she would have no way to escape alone.

Fortunately, she is not alone, and there is still a Zhang Fan standing beside her who is eyeing this scene from beginning to end.

Since he had been prepared, with Zhang Fan's means, if he let the night wind bat escape, it would really be a "joke".

"You can't go!"

From the stars of the eternal night, suddenly appeared under the bright sky, this feeling of sudden enlightenment, the night wind bat did not have time to sigh, a cold voice came into the ears.

"Demon Emperor Donghua, Oops!"

If he is completely unprepared, it is impossible, otherwise, in the face of the Xinglan Fairy, the victory or defeat is still decided, where is it worth him to pay a huge price to perform the secret technique of escaping.

For the sake of it, isn't it just that Zhang Fan is afraid that he will free up his hands and join forces with the Xinglan Fairy and destroy him together?

Now, the last luck is shattered, and the only thing that can pin hope is the secret method obtained from the ancestors.

"Knock~"

Just when the Night Wind Bat was pinning its hopes on the secret method and didn't even dare to turn back and escape, an earth-shattering bell of the Eastern Emperor suddenly made his heart fall from the clouds to the Netherworld Yellow Spring.

The bell of the Eastern Emperor, the suppression of Hongmeng, the wind and fire of the earth, water, wind and fire, are all shocked.

In the invisible sound of the Eastern Emperor Bell, those uncountable white bats froze for a moment, as if time had stopped. Only one of them flew a few inches more than the other white bats.

This distance is mixed with thousands of bats, and it is impossible to tell who it is, but when all of them are stagnant, the only bat that moves is like a bright moon in the dark night, and it is no longer obvious.

"No~~~"

No sooner had the cry of despair come a few feet than the Night Wind Bat felt as if it had been enveloped in something.

The sound of despair stopped abruptly, not the reluctance of the night wind bat, but the East Emperor Bell isolated from the inside and outside, shrouding the world, not to mention the sound, even the breath, and it could not come out.

Almost at the same time that the true body of the Night Wind Bat was enveloped in the Eastern Emperor Bell, tens of thousands of white bats trembled in unison and collapsed.

"Huh?"

"It's ......"

When these white bats collapsed, Zhang Fan's expression moved, and for a while, he seemed to have neglected something.

Those white bats did not collapse into a disordered aura, but under the cover of the Eastern Emperor's bell, they silently turned into inaudible sound waves, scattered suddenly, and suddenly disappeared, without stirring up the slightest wave, even if it was a thousand mountains and clouds, there was no reaction.

Zhang Fan was stunned for a moment, then immediately dispelled all the distracting thoughts, raised one hand high, and became like a star, and crashed down.

"Boom~"

The continuous roar, as if thunder was rolling in countless lead clouds, but it was an immeasurable amount of starlight, converging under his movements, first condensing into stars in the sky, and then the stars in Zhou Tian, shaking down in turn.

Shake down the stars of Zhou Tian, bombard the treasure of the Eastern Emperor, derive the pillar of chaotic light, and annihilate all dust.

After a while, when the smoke disappeared and the dust settled, when the Eastern Emperor Bell flew back to Zhang Fan's hand, there was nothing underneath!

Night Wind Bat, Shapeshifting Demon, Fall!

At this point, the Corpse Abandonment Sect and the Ten Thousand Demon Ancestral Court have all been wiped out, and none of them have been spared!

At this time, Zhang Fan let out a sigh of relief, looked back, and saw that the drunken Daoist took out a huge object from the Qiankun bag and placed it on the ground.

Suddenly, a relaxed smile appeared on everyone's faces, knowing that the time for harvest had come!

(To be continued)