"...... after more than a decade"

Back then, in the fragment of the Black Water Lake World, the Nine Shadows Ancestor's unintentional words surfaced in his memory.

At that time, the Nine Shadows Ancestor had mentioned that within fifty years, he would not be able to come out of the abyss of the Hanhai Sea, and when it was said that fifty years later, wouldn't it be more than ten years later?

"It seems that they are going to launch it before the group of primordial old monsters come out of the abyss of the Hanhai Sea!"

Zhang Fan secretly paid attention to it, and then let go of the matter for the time being, although he was very interested, but after all, it was a matter for the future, and the buffer of more than ten years was also a great benefit to him.

After thinking about it, I saw that his sleeves flicked, and a black shadow flashed out of his cuffs, returned to the size of an ordinary person, and fell heavily to the ground.

Immediately, a touch of fresh air hit the face, a moan sounded, and the person who fell to the ground woke up quietly, glanced around dimly, and his face suddenly changed greatly.

It is the third child of the Yin family.

"If you want to die, just move and watch!"

As soon as his hand reached out to the Qiankun bag, he heard an indifferent voice coming into his ears, and his movements suddenly froze.

The bitterness instantly crawled all over his face, and his palm slowly slid down.

Since he witnessed the death of his two brothers just now, he didn't fight hard, and now it is even more impossible to disregard his surname in vain.

What are the two people around him now? One was one against two, and he almost killed him together, and the other was even more terrifying, and the high-ranking Blood God Son was not his opponent.

In the face of these two people, how can he not despair and dare not resist.

Zhang Fan nodded with satisfaction, and with a wave of his hand, a red light swept over the body of the third child of the Yin family, and then his face changed, and he said quickly: "Where is the lair of the Blood God Son?"

"On the Isle of the Blood God, but ......"

The third elder of the Yin family said hesitantly.

"But what?

Zhang Fan urged repeatedly.

"Huh?"

The old gambler glanced at Zhang Fan strangely, feeling as if something was wrong, but he didn't interfere with his questioning.

"Lord...... Oh no, the Blood God Son has just lost his clone, he must have taken the spare clone again, he won't return to the island, and he can't act without his clone. ”

"Where he hid his clone, I don't know where it is?"

The third elder of the Yin family said nervously, Zhang Fan heard it in his ears, and did not say anything.

In fact, he knew in his heart that from the mouths of the three followers of the Blood God Son, he couldn't ask anything too important at all, how could a character like the Blood God Son not expect this.

Without even questioning it routinely, Zhang Fanzhu kept asking, "Where did your combined attack technique come from?"

The combined attack technique of the three of them is not trivial, and when Zhang Fan interfered with it before, he found that this combined attack technique did not match the Yin surname exercises practiced by the three brothers, and it was obviously different from the black and white rats, and it was not a derivative technique of their own magical powers.

"Uh......" The third elder of the Yin family glanced at Zhang Fan in surprise, just in contact with the sharp light in his eyes, he didn't dare to hesitate, and replied: "This is recorded on a broken stone tablet that our brother saw by chance on a small island, and we also rubbed ...... it."

"Rubbing...... Stamp...... Printing ......"

When it comes to the word "rubbing", it seems that it is suddenly stuck, the third child of the Yin family muttered and repeated, the voice became shorter and shorter, and the two words became one word, and gradually disappeared, and the words that came out of the mouth also became meaningless murmurs, tears, saliva, and snot flowed, but they didn't realize it.

At the same time, a strange sound suddenly came out of his body, as if it was stirring some viscous liquid, and it seemed that something was there, fluttering its wings, and listening to it in his ears, which made people feel creepy.

"Alas~"

Zhang Fan sighed, but did not show any surprise.

"Brother Yinglong, this kid is ......"

Everyone saw that something was wrong, and the old gambler hurriedly stepped forward and asked.

"Blood Butterfly~"

Zhang Fan shook his head and turned his head to stop looking.

"Blood Butterfly?"

The old gambler repeated it in shock, and then quickly retreated, as if he had heard something terrible.

Horror indeed!

Blood butterfly is a control power in the Heavenly Demon Blood **, if you are hit by this technique, life and death are in the hands of people, and when you attack, it is even more cruel.

Previously, before Zhang Fan was interrogated, he was used to investigate the whole body of the third child of the Yin family with his divine sense, and as a result, dozens of points were found in his head, and he almost ignored the small gray spots in the past.

From the very beginning, he didn't think that the Blood God Son would not have restrictions on the three fundamentals, and as soon as he saw these little gray spots, he immediately thought of the Blood Butterfly's body.

The magic power of the blood butterfly, between the supernatural power and life, is extremely weird, and it is almost impossible for Zhang Fan to crack it now, so he will ask repeatedly, just to know what he wants to know before he dies.

During the interrogation, Zhang Fan never relaxed his monitoring of his body, and saw with his own eyes that halfway through the words of the third child of the Yin family, those small gray dots suddenly swelled up, broke into the shell and became an adult, and then in a snap of a thousand of the time, they grew to the thickness of a thumb, and turned over the river and the sea in the brain of the third child of the Yin family, and ...... "bang bang bang~~"

The sound was like the sound of the glass ball being crushed, and the eyes, mouth, ears, and nose of the third child of the Yin family were ...... Blood-colored butterflies the size of thumbs completely burrowed out and flew into the air, flapping their wings desperately, and the bloody aura suddenly filled the air.

On their bodies, you can vaguely see something gray or snow-white, as for what it is, it can be imagined.

"That's it!"

Zhang Fan shook his head, didn't think about it anymore, and with a wave of his sleeves, the golden-red flames in the sky suddenly appeared, diffused, and disappeared in a flash.

Then, as if it were raining, dozens of scorched black fell weakly from the air, and some scattered countless ashes in the air before they could hit the ground.

Don't look at how fragile the blood butterfly is when exposed to the air, but before it breaks out of its head, it is an almost inexplicable existence.

The human brain marrow is so fragile, the tiny eggs are planted in it, tightly combined, almost impossible to peel off, and once the shell is broken, the rest of the things will end in a flick of the fingers, and there is no time to do anything to deal with it.

In fact, it is not completely impossible, if you want to rescue this person, you have to isolate him, or black nest or Qiankun sleeve, in short, the blood butterfly worm eggs in his mind cannot receive information from the outside world at all.

After many years, it took several years to slowly force the eggs out of the elixir for the surname, and everything must be in an isolated environment, otherwise as soon as it is exposed to the air, it will immediately explode when it is sensed by the caster.

Let's not talk about how to get the elixir for the surname, how could Zhang Fan spend so much effort and so much time for the third enemy of the Yin family? Naturally, he could only squeeze out a few words as much as possible.

"It's really vicious!"

The old gambler also understood at this time, shook his head and sighed.

Zhang Fan was silent, he didn't answer his words, if he didn't even have this means, he would be sorry for the great reputation of the Blood God Son.

With a move in his hand, three Qiankun bags, divided into three directions, flew into his hands.

In the first two, Zhang Fan's divine sense was swept away, without the slightest stop, until the third, that is, the Yin family's boss Qiankun bag, his face showed a touch of joy.

With a touch of his hand, he immediately spread out, and a silk silk appeared in his hand.

There is nothing to say about the texture of the silk and the like, the key is the pattern on it.

On the silk, white lines on a black background are printed with mysterious patterns, and the four sides are incomplete and broken traces, which seem to be as the third child of the Yin family said, it is indeed rubbed from a broken stone tablet.

On the pattern, what is printed is the combined attack technique of the three brothers, and at a cursory glance, I feel that it is extremely mysterious, far more complex and powerful than the three brothers showed.

The point is that, on the whole, this pattern is only a part, and its true face is not a simple three-person combined attack.

"It's a pity!"

Zhang Fan sighed, put away the silk silk, and at the same time bounced a few sparks, burning the bodies of the three Yin brothers to ashes.

It's a pity that I couldn't get more information from the mouth of the third child of the Yin family, otherwise if I had the opportunity to get a glimpse of the whole leopard, I would definitely gain a lot.

Because the old gambler was beside him, Zhang Fan didn't immediately check the Qiankun bag of the Blood God Son, but turned his head and asked, "Old gambler, do you have any plans in the future?"

The question is a plan, but in fact it is an escape!

It is impossible for the Blood God Son to forget it like this, and it is impossible for Zhang Fan to be his bodyguard, if he doesn't plan it well, what happened today will be repeated sooner or later.

"This ......"

"Let's take one step at a time!"

The old gambler's face suddenly darkened, and he said helplessly.

Zhang Fan pondered for a while, thinking back to his perception since he met the old gambler, Shaoqing said slowly: "Otherwise, you go to the house to avoid it for a while!"

"Looking at home?"

The old gambler looked back in amazement and asked in surprise.

He just killed the second child of the Wang family, although no one knows, but he is always a bit of a thief.

"I hope that the third child is short of manpower at this time, you will definitely get his hospitality in the past, that is, you don't have to go out, and there is no shortage of cultivation needs. ”

"As long as you stay there honestly, they may not find a family name!"

What Zhang Fan said is indeed the truth, whether the other party can find the traces of the old gambler or not, let's not talk about it first, just because the other party has a big plan, it will not easily offend the powerful business alliance, not to mention that there is a behemoth of Tianyun Sect standing behind him.

As long as the old gambler does not repeat the mistake of looking at the second child, it is no problem to avoid the limelight.

"Good!"

"The old gambler will be his shrinking turtle for a while!"

After thinking about it for a while, the old gambler gritted his teeth and said.

Then he didn't stay any longer, took the transmission note that Zhang Fan asked him to hand over, and got up and flew towards Hanhai City at a high speed.

"Ask for more blessings!"

Seeing him go away, Zhang Fan flipped his hand, and the blood-colored Qiankun bag was honestly spread out in his palm, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

(To be continued)