Yuan Ying Zhenren, Mu Tianyan, fallen!

With two Yuedan monks, they brazenly fought to kill the real person of Yuanying, and won the battle, and even Yuanying did not let him escape, it was really a feat of killing Yuanying, an eternal feat.

Although such a result cannot be said to be unprecedented, it is definitely a rare anecdote that has been seen for thousands of years, or even 10,000 years, and anyone who knows it will scoff at it.

You must know that even the shame of a primordial infant like Shutong, who has been stinking for thousands of years, has never fallen in the hands of Brother Jiedan!

This Mu Tianyan can be regarded as the first of a generation, and it will always be engraved on the pillar of shame.

"Dead?"

After a long silence, Ken Yan poked his head out of the back of the beast demon's head and muttered to himself in disbelief.

"Dead!"

A happy smile appeared on Zhang Fan's face.

"Hahahaha~~"

The sound of wild laughter suddenly broke out, and for a while the two forgot about their relationship with each other, and vented their happiness in their hearts arbitrarily.

In the laughter, Zhang Fan did not forget to stroke Qiankun's sleeves.

Inside, there is a yuan baby - Mu Tianyan's yuan baby!

If there is no sleeve, the results of the battle will not be so brilliant, Mu Tianyan's body is destined to be destroyed, but his Yuan Ying has a great chance of escaping.

The speed of the infant is better than its own strongest speed.

At that moment, the outburst was close at hand, and there was no time to stop it, so he could only watch the cooked duck fly away.

is only able to ignore the distance between space and time, and suddenly make him unable to escape.

Those who cultivate immortals, unless they cultivate to the fullness of the primordial gods, can completely break away from the shackles of the physical body and leave the assistance of the physical body. Yuanying Monk, although he is the essence of the Yuanying, but without the help of the body, he can't exert any strength.

Mu Tianyan's Yuan Ying is like this, he doesn't even have a natal magic weapon, at best, he is the strength of the Dan, how can he be the enemy of the whole sleeve? !

Until this time, in the wild laughter of Zhang Fan and Jian Yan, two things fell from the sky and fell to the ground, making a sound.

Qiankun bag, extinguishing the heavenly wheel!

One is the net worth of the old monster, and the other is the best spiritual treasure, the natal magic weapon of the old monster.

Two things immediately attracted the attention of the two of them.

The Qiankun bag is just that, the things that the dignified old monster pretends to belong, naturally cannot be easily destroyed under the attack of Zhang Fan and Jian Yan, and it is safe and sound, but its brilliance is only slightly dim.

The Heavenly Wheel of Silence is obliquely inserted into the ground, and the seven emotions and six wheels on it, and the sound of "bang-la-la" has also lost the power of silence and everything, and it feels like a moan.

At the critical moment of Fang Cai, Zhang Fan let go of the suppression of the Heavenly Wheel of Silence, and made the final blow with the Eastern Emperor Bell.

At that time, the Heavenly Wheel of Silence flew out, and the instinctive spirit surname made it fly towards Mu Tianyan, but Zhang Fan and the two of them moved too fast, and just halfway through the flight, Mu Tianyan had already fallen, and suddenly flew like a headless fly, and fell weakly.

Eyes patrolling these two things, Jian Yan stopped laughing, looked back, and happened to see Zhang Fan's action of caressing his sleeves, and suddenly his pupils shrank, as if he thought of something terrifying, and the entire body of the sword infant was shocked, and subconsciously shrank back towards the back of the beast demon's head.

This instinctive reaction did not escape Zhang Fan's gaze, and with a slight smile, he knew that the scene of capturing Mu Tianyan Yuanying before was completely frightened by Jian Yan.

The gap between Mu Tianyan's Yuan Ying and Jian Er's true body is very small, they are all things like Yuan Ying, and Jian Yan's cultivation is not as good as Mu Tianyan!

What does this mean?

As long as he leaves the protection of the physical body, only the supernatural power of Yuanying himself remains, and it is impossible for him to run away from the sword, a sleeve thing.

The atmosphere between the two people suddenly became delicate, and without Mu Tianyan sandwiched in the middle, there was no room for buffering.

If it weren't for the previous time when they killed Mu Tianyan together, the two of them showed earth-shattering means and were afraid of each other, otherwise, I am afraid that the fight would have started early in the morning, and they would not even have waited until now.

However, it is just a matter of time or time! At least the sword baby, Zhang Fan is determined to get it!

At this moment, a slight and extremely slight voice came into the ears of the two people who were tense.

At first, Qi Qi's expression froze, thinking that the other party had made the first move, and then reacted, and suddenly looked back.

But see, Mu Tianyan's Qiankun bag, like the help of a breeze, floated lightly.

Under the gaze of the two of them, the Qiankun bag slowly opened the mouth of the bag with an invisible palm.

This scene seems extremely weird, with the cultivation of Zhang Fan and Jian Er, it is naturally impossible for anyone to sneak to such a close distance and not be discovered by them, and the problem can only appear in the Qiankun bag itself.

The eyes of the two did not leave the Qiankun bag for a moment, temporarily easing the tension between each other.

"Bang!"

A light roar like an explosion, a little light, flew out of the Qiankun bag in response, and the brilliance was magnificent, hanging in the air.

"Huh, what is this?"

Zhang Fan was stunned for a moment, what appeared in front of him was a bronze mirror, ordinary, no aura fluctuations, no treasure overflowing, and some were just an inexplicable feeling, as if every fluctuation on the bronze mirror could reach infinity.

"This is a magic weapon?"

With his attainments in the instrument path, he couldn't hear of such a thing at all, and subconsciously looked back, only to see that Jian Yan was also full of cautious doubts, and obviously didn't know the root of this thing.

At this time, the voice of the ascetic man sounded at the right time:

"Boy, don't look at it, this is the Heavenly Mirror!"

His voice was leisurely and leisurely, and there was no sense of nervousness: "This thing is not found in the human world, but it is made of a special material in the spirit and fairy world, which communicates with the upper realm and transmits a wisp of thought to the lower realm." ”

"Connecting the Heavenly Mirror?"

Zhang Fan's expression froze at first, and then relaxed. Whether it is the tone of the ascetic or the content of his words, it all shows one thing: this heavenly mirror is not threatening!

It is just a communication instrument, which can only convey a wisp of thought. Since this is the case, Zhang Fan is not in a hurry to interrupt it, and stands still with his hands in his hands, ready to see what existence this wisp of thought comes from.

This question did not last long, the sound like a bubble bursting, the entire mirror surface of the Babel Mirror was hazy, rippled, and finally showed a figure.

"Who killed my messenger?"

The figure was still blurred, and a voice that was indifferent to the extreme came out of it.

Zhang Fan didn't answer, just stared intently.

However, in an instant, the surface of the Babel Mirror stabilized, completely revealing the owner of the voice in front of him.

It was an old man with a white beard and an ancient face, and what was particularly striking was his two long eyebrows, which slid down his face and down to his crossed knees.

This old man with long eyebrows is at this time as if he is in the high altitude, surrounded by clouds and clouds, the sky is bright blue, and under the body sitting cross-legged, a white crane with a posture is stretching its wings, occasionally fluttering, it is a gust of wind.

"It's a good fairy wind bone, driving a crane to travel thousands of miles. ”

Zhang Fan secretly praised, and at the same time understood in his heart that this old man with long eyebrows was definitely not good, according to him, this Mu Tianyan actually looked like his messenger.

"Huh, it's you!"

At this time, the old man with long eyebrows looked at him for the first time, and immediately spoke.

Needless to say, this person obviously recognized Zhang Fannai as the one who snatched the treasure of luck, and the strange thing is that even if the meaning is slightly surprised, whether it is his face or tone, it is as soothing as ever, as if all emotions can't affect him in the slightest.

"Who is Your Excellency?

Zhang Fan raised his eyebrows and asked loudly.

Ruo glanced at him meaningfully, the old man with long eyebrows did not move, and said indifferently: "This seat is Changfeng." ”

"Long Wind?!"

"It's him!"

The name Changfeng naturally didn't sound anything to Zhang Fan, but he didn't think about it, but he exclaimed, looking extremely surprised.

"Ku Lao, what kind of character is this Changfeng?"

Zhang Fan's face remained unchanged, and he secretly asked in his heart.

"Ancient Transformation God!Heart Sword Bitter Silence Sect Supreme Elder!"

The bitter man's concise answer made Zhang Fan's heart sink, although he had already thought of this Changfeng very highly, he still didn't expect that it would be such a terrifying existence.

"Ancient gods, isn't that an old monster tens of thousands of years old?!"

Zhang Fan was secretly speechless, and suddenly he was extremely glad that he was still in the mortal realm, and it was almost impossible for this long-eyebrow old man to go to the lower realm, otherwise, he ...... "Who are you?"

Changfeng still looked like the eight winds were not moving, and said indifferently.

"The treasure of luck is in my hands, and Mu Tianyan was also killed by me with my own hands, how are you doing?"

Zhang Fan is not so stupid to report his name directly, although his name will not be hidden for a long time, but it will not be long before he can hide it for a day, and it won't take long for him to have a qualitative leap.

Changfeng didn't ask, just glanced at him, and said lightly: "Hand over the treasure of luck, listen to the punishment, and let your soul disperse." ”

"What?"

Zhang Fan didn't laugh angrily, shook his head, stretched out a finger and shook it in front of him, and said, "What did you say?"

"Hand over the treasure, and wait for punishment?"

"Still let my soul go?"

Zhang Fan chuckled lightly, and the sneer in the laughter was like substance, melodious and far-reaching.

High up, a word to determine life and death, let go of the soul, is grace?

This is the Upper Realm Immortal?

"It seems that it is really praised too highly. ”

Zhang Fan shook his head, and replied in an indifferent tone: "I have to ask you a question." ”

"Changfeng, what are you?!"

In the heavenly mirror, the long wind finally changed color.

At this moment, Zhang Fan slowly pointed out with a finger and fell straight into the mirror!

(To be continued)