"So what are you waiting for?"

Zhang Fan smiled and said leisurely.

Before the words fell, there was a sudden explosion of air in the air between the two, and the chaotic aura was like a circle of clouds, connecting the two.

"Boom!"

On one side, driven by divine consciousness and aura, flames condensed out of thin air in the air, while on the other side, sword qi was vertical and horizontal, colliding head-on and exploding.

After the blow, Zhang Fan's body spun, and the Donghuang Bell appeared in his palm, trembling faintly, and the bell rang.

Previously, when the two of them fought against Mu Tianyan, except for using the Eastern Emperor Bell to suppress the Heavenly Wheel of Silence and making the final blow, the rest of the time, he did not use his strongest magic weapon much, which naturally had the meaning of concealment.

At this time, Zhang Fan had no such idea at all, he just wanted to fight quickly, directly kill the sword with the strongest means, and seize his sword baby's body.

"Huh?"

At this moment, the sword on the other side reacted unexpectedly.

The sword aura soared into the sky, and the scene in front of him was like the appearance of Fang Cai's sword when he made the final blow to Mu Tianyan, the small arms and legs were pulled out of the back of the beast demon's head in unison, slightly suspended in the air, and a thick sword qi penetrated the connection between him and the beast and demon, so that it would not be interrupted.

"What is he going to do here?"

When things go unusual, there must be demons!

Zhang Fan's expression froze suddenly, he had already used the Beast Demon Body before, and if he lost the body of the beast and demon, the sword was not the enemy of the Great Divine Power in the sleeve at all.

If he didn't know, it would be fine, he clearly saw it in his eyes, and he also vaguely showed a sense of fear, how could he be so careless now.

In the current state of Jian Er, although he can't directly subdue it with his sleeve, as long as he is accidentally cut off in the fierce battle, it is meat on the chopping block, and he can't be so unwise.

Immediately, Jian Er gave the answer with practical actions.

"Bang!"

The beast demon immortal pushed the golden mountain and fell to the ground like a jade pillar, and at the same time, something that seemed to be condensed from countless blood, constantly exuding a bloody breath emerged from his body.

"It's ......"

As soon as he saw it, Zhang Fan's heart was shocked, this thing, he had seen it decades ago, and even himself, there was still one thing!

"Boom~"

A behemoth fell to the ground, the bright red blood flowing like life, and a lingering sacrifice and struggle on it, and the spiritual idea of fighting for one's life with heaven emerged.

- Altar!

The Altar of the Relic, or rather, the Altar of the Holy Family!

Back then, Zhang Fan Jindan was just a child, and for the sake of Wan'er's life, he deliberately went on a trip to find the beast treasure, and in that place, he fought fiercely with Ni Sang, the great elder of a village of the remnants.

At that time, Ni Sang showed him the special witchcraft of these ancient saint queen descendants, and their weird and subtle features, how many years have passed, and Zhang Fan has never forgotten it.

The key to this witchcraft magic power is the altar that appeared in front of him at this time.

"The beast demon is immortal, it is actually a remnant!"

"In this way, he is the annihilation that the remnants have planted among the human immortal cultivators. ”

In an instant, from point to face, Zhang Fan's mind turned sharply, and he understood a lot of things in an instant.

This beast demon is called immortal, and its fame is to constantly fight with the beast, absorb its essence and turn it into a tattoo, and then manifest the beast in battle.

This kind of supernatural power is actually inextricably linked with the witchcraft supernatural powers of the remnants, but there are hundreds of millions of supernatural powers in the world, and for a while, I didn't think of it.

Under the influence of the sword, everything happened in an instant, the beast demon knelt on the ground, bowed reverently, and the muffled voice sounded.

"The Holy Clan's Ni roars, welcome the Holy Son's Fa Driver, offer sacrifices, borrow your supernatural powers, and protect my Holy Clan!"

With the vaguely familiar witch spell in his ears, Zhang Fan's expression changed greatly, and he finally knew what Jian Yan planned to do.

At this moment, the sword warrior who was suspended above the immortal head of the beast demon and was all connected by the invisible sword qi suddenly laughed wildly:

"Boy, do you know why I chose this body?"

"This guy is actually a descendant of the remnants, haven't you seen witchcraft?

Before the laughter stopped, I saw the beast demon's long body burst up, and with a "scratch" sound, the whole robe was shattered into countless small strips of cloth, scattered with the wind, and at the same time, a sword qi flashed in the right hand, and the blood flowed for a long time, and in an instant, it was sprinkled on the altar.

The sacrifice in the mouth of the beast demon was not only that, but seeing that he roared, his hands clutched his chest, almost tearing the entire human skin, and the black gas was permeated all over the body, and the tattoos all over the top and bottom seemed to come to life.

It was indeed alive, and in the blink of an eye, black light flew out of his skin, and like a moth to a fire, he threw himself into the altar without hesitation.

From the beginning to the end, there was less time to breathe, and the original mottled skin of the beast and demon immortal suddenly became clean and slippery, and all the tattoos disappeared.

Blood and beast soul sacrifice, in an instant, a huge consciousness suddenly came, and the vaguely familiar sense of oppression went straight into Zhang Fan's heart.

"Is it ......?"

Zhang Fan raised his head suddenly, just in time to see that a huge phantom appeared above the blood-red altar, although it had not yet been fully revealed, even if it was vague and distorted, it was difficult to see clearly, he still recognized its identity at once.

The head of a snake and the body of a snake, an eight-armed demon god.

"It's not that enemies don't get together!"

Zhang Fan smiled bitterly, tightened his palm holding the Donghuang Bell, let out a long breath, and calmed down infinitely.

This eight-armed demon god, it is not the first time he has dealt with it, when he fought with the great elder Ni Sang of the remnants, he had used his current magic power to summon a wisp of distraction of the eight-armed demon god.

If it is different, it is that the sacrifice sacrificed by the immortality of the beast and demon is obviously far more than Ni Sang, and the distraction that comes this time is afraid that it is dozens of times stronger than back then.

At the last moment of the battle, Ni Sang fought with his life, luring the demon god into his body, as if the eight-armed demon god was possessed, and he was invincible. At that time, Zhang Fan was like a monkey, and slipped the eight-armed demon god in the forest for three days and three nights, and dragged the great elder Ni Sang to death.

At that time, the terrifying roar of anger was still in the ears of the eight-armed demon god's scattered thoughts, and he never thought that he would encounter him again.

At this time, he was completely clear about what Jian Er was planning.

It is nothing more than sacrificing the immortal body of the beast and demon, using it to summon the eight-armed demon god, and finally forming a situation of two against one, killing Zhang Fanqiang here.

At this time, the sword warrior is no longer sure of defeating Zhang Fan alone, but with an existence of the same level or even stronger, it is completely possible to succeed.

"Hahaha~~~"

"Boy, you're ready to have fun!"

Jian Yan laughed wildly, just like the last blow to Mu Tianyan before, a sword shape that was full of evil qi and extremely evil but like a substance appeared in the air, ready to cooperate with the eight-armed demon god at any time to give Zhang Fan a fatal blow.

Under the altar, the worship of the immortality of beasts and demons has also reached the last moment.

"Bang!"

A large stream of blood spurted out, and its sturdy body deflated almost all at once, and almost hoarsely shouted out eight words:

"Reverse the situation, refine the original restoration"

"Huh?!"

Zhang Fan smiled bitterly, and the action he was about to make a move suddenly froze, and a thought flashed through his mind between the lightning and flint.

Suddenly he looked up, but saw that the blood of the beast demon and the beast soul he had sacrificed before, as his eight-character witch spell spit out, the wind suddenly rose, and it was suddenly condensed into a ball and rolled up into the air.

High in the sky, this combination of dark red blood and beast soul changed in a few moments, and finally condensed into a huge body between the virtual and the real.

- Eight-armed Demon God!

It was the body of the eight-armed demon god, and as soon as the body was formed, the eight-armed demon god who had not yet completely condensed in the air was involuntarily sucked and pulled, and it looked like it was about to enter the body.

"I see!"

At this moment, in Zhang Fan's eyes, the divine light was shining brightly, and a crazy and incomparably feasible idea emerged.

I didn't have time to think about it, and with a touch of my hand, a little blood red shot out of the Qiankun bag, floating in the air, and suddenly, it grew in the wind, turning into an incomparably huge blood-colored altar, and fell to the ground with a bang.

"How can you have an altar!"

At first sight, Jian Er exclaimed, his eyes were full of astonishment, and for the first time he felt that things seemed to be a little out of his control.

"There is not only an altar, but I also have sacrifices!"

Zhang Fan chuckled, waved his sleeves, and swept his sleeves like a flag, but instead of swallowing, he vomited!

In an instant, hundreds of human figures were spit out of Qiankun's sleeves, like dead pork, one by one smashed on the altar, falling from a high altitude without any buffer, and suddenly blood was dripping, flowing down along the altar, instantly impregnating a radius of dozens of zhang.

People, these hundreds, all people!

Back then, before fighting against Ni Sang, the great elder of the remnants, Zhang Fan had put all the strong men in his village into his sleeve.

After the dust settled, he didn't embarrass the remaining orphans and widows, but he didn't let go of these people who had practiced witchcraft, and there were many remnants of foundation cultivation.

In his opinion, since these people sacrificed human beings and trampled on the ground the glory of mankind that their ancestors and saints had fought for all their lives and hundreds of millions of ancestors had shed their blood to obtain on the ground, then they were no longer human beings.

Zhang Fan just didn't kill them like this, and kept them confined in his sleeves, anyway, the infinite space in his sleeves was not so bad.

The point is that in the midst of the universe, time and space are in a special state, as if they have froze, after so many years, many of these remnants have relied on the bodies of cultivators, and many of them have not exhausted their origin and died of exhaustion, and they are barely alive.

Anyway, no matter whether they live or die, they were all thrown to the altar by Zhang Fan at this time.

"Since you trampled on the glory of mankind and sacrificed people, then you are no longer human!"

"Today I will sacrifice you 'non-humans' to see if your masters like it or not!"

Suddenly, a strange smile appeared on Zhang Fan's face, and on the other hand, Jian Yan, who laughed arrogantly a moment ago, was stunned.

(To be continued)