The sky was dark and bright, and the wind was rising and stopping.

Zhang Fan sat cross-legged in the void, his expression was calm, his face was blue and white, and between his breaths, he condensed into two pillars of air, which were extremely conspicuous.

The sleeves of Qiankun across his knees, fluctuating endlessly, and the endless power spreading, as if it might change again at any time, covering the sky, and as if it was about to be unable to support it, falling apart, and scattering between heaven and earth.

"Good guys!"

Zhang Fan's face didn't have too much surprise, although it was pale, but there was a pleasure that couldn't be hidden.

With everything in his sleeves, he did his best to live up to his hopes.

This time, it is a little reluctant to hold a city with one sleeve, but it also proves one thing, that is, those who are not above him in cultivation, in front of him, the number can no longer pile up an advantage, but the ant-like thing can be destroyed with one sleeve.

"Whew!"

With a long exhalation, Zhang Fan suddenly threw the Qiankun sleeve, which he was about to be unable to suppress, behind him!

"Whoa~"

Like hail falling from the sky, countless figures densely packed with the sky suddenly appeared in the air as if covering the sky, screaming and falling down.

"Condensation!"

At the same time, in the sky above Zhang Fan's head, five-colored clouds appeared, and the golden lanterns illuminated Kyushu.

Immediately, in response to the sound, it suddenly dispersed, turning into an infinite haze, enveloping all the almost immeasurable figures that had just been thrown out of the sleeves of Qiankun.

In an instant, the figures and screams disappeared between heaven and earth, replaced by a huge five-colored Qingyun, majestic, not letting the huge city of bones have no friends.

Above Qingyun, there is Jiuyao Qi said to derive the Fusang Divine Tree, the Eastern Emperor Bell hangs on it, and the golden crow stands on three legs, as if suppressing the power of heaven and earth, and firmly suppresses tens of millions of creatures under Qingyun.

After doing this, the Qiankun sleeve finally stabilized slightly, and the moon pattern on it was no longer rotated like electricity, and the divine light was magnificent, as if it might burst at any time.

As soon as Zhang Fan took a breath, he felt a fire in front of him, black flames appeared, and Feng Jiuling appeared in front of him with a little worry.

"Donghua, are you okay?"

As soon as he appeared, Feng Jiuling asked nervously.

"Ancestor Feng rest assured, the juniors are fine. ”

Zhang Fan smiled slightly, although it was difficult to hide his paleness, but he was in good spirits, obviously it did not affect the root, but it was just a temporary exhaustion.

For an immortal cultivator of his level, as long as it is not fundamentally injured, such a sign of depletion of spiritual power can be recovered in just a moment, and it can be said to be unscathed.

Seeing this, Feng Jiuling finally put his mind at ease, shook his head and sighed, "Why are you working so hard?"

"But ......"

"Well done!"

A smile finally appeared on his face, stroking his beard and smiling, obviously honored.

"Those are all ordinary people, how about the underground immortal cultivators?

Feng Jiuling has such a vision, at a casual glance, he found the subtleties.

Zhang Fan's sleeves were released with a flick of his sleeves before, and he was trapped in it by Zhou Tian Xingchen Qingyun Divine Power, it was the tens of millions of mortals in the White Bone City.

Don't look at every mortal, under the magic power in the sleeve, they are just an existence that is indistinguishable from ants, but when they are gathered together, it is a terrifying pressure, and they were almost blown up before, and these mortals are the main reason.

Therefore, Zhang Fan just released these mortals who were easy to control and caused great pressure first, and as for those immortal cultivators, he still waited for him to take a breath.

After all, there are too many people, and just by virtue of the power in their sleeves, they can't be directly banned and suppressed, otherwise they will be trapped in it and ignore it, wouldn't it be happy.

"It's okay, it's just ants, wait until the younger generation calms down, and then make a difference." ”

Zhang Fan smiled slightly and said nonchalantly.

In his sleeve, and he was unable to break free, such a situation, in his heart, is tantamount to meat on the chopping board, it only depends on his mood, and he really doesn't need to care.

"Okay, Donghua's battle has greatly increased the prestige of my Fa Xiangzong, and Feng also has a light on his face, hahaha~"

Feng Jiuling was obviously relieved, and said with a long smile.

Hearing his laughter, the Yuanying real people who had never come over in the distance suddenly knew that there would be no problems on Zhang Fan's side, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"The patriarch has won the prize. ”

After all, this Feng Jiuling is considered an elder, and it is not good to be proud in front of him, Zhang Fan naturally said modestly.

"Don't be too modest. ”

Feng Jiuling waved his hand disappreciatively, and then said: "The old man is protecting the Dharma for you, you are so pranayama, don't delay." ”

"Thank you, Patriarch!"

Zhang Fan knew that now was not the time to be polite, so he thanked him, and then pulled his gaze back from the battlefield where the three great masters of the late stage of the Yuan Infant were fighting, and immersed himself in it, and the Yuan Infant swallowed immeasurable aura and began to recover the true yuan.

Suddenly, the aura in the sky gathered, and around his sitting body, a blur appeared, as if a floating cloud suddenly appeared in the sky, and in an instant, it swept away.

Seeing this, Feng Jiuling nodded with satisfaction, and with a wave of his hand, the speed of the convergence of aura in the sky suddenly accelerated, if it was an undercurrent before, it was a genuine torrent at this time, surging.

With his help, but after a cup of tea, Zhang Fan slowly opened his eyes, and his whole body was shocked, and if there was substance, the aura that almost turned into liquid suddenly collapsed.

With a long roar, his long body burst up, Zhang Fan waved his sleeves, and thousands of immortal cultivators fell into the clouds.

"Oops~"

Those who have cultivated to a low level will fall asleep and do not know where the world is, and those who have cultivated to a high level will wake up in an instant, and they will inevitably fall to the ground and exhale in pain.

Among these people, there are many people with smart minds, who instantly react to what situation they are in, or sacrifice magic weapons, or condense the light and want to leave, but at this time, Zhang Fan, who has recovered most of his semi-divine powers, since he dares to release them, he naturally has absolute certainty that he can restrain them, and how can he let them get out of trouble easily?

"Zhou Tianxingchen, now!"

Silent, like a thunderclap on the ground, the heavens and the earth changed color, Zhou Tian Xingchen, the vast starry sky, replaced Lang Lang Qiankun, and shrouded a group of underground immortal cultivators.

In an instant, the vortex nebula appeared, and the stars rotated in the three hundred and sixty-five weeks, and there were thirty-three of the most dazzling stars, hanging high in the sky.

Suddenly surrounded by the vast starry sky, as far as the eye can see, there is the brilliance of the stars, boundless, vast, suddenly feel small and helpless, and dare not act rashly for a while, the horror in the hearts of those underground immortal cultivators can be imagined.

At this moment, a leisurely voice, mighty and audible, echoed in the vast starry sky, no matter where you are, you can hear it.

"If you don't come out of this formation, Zhang Mou will ensure that everyone is safe, if not, you will be killed on the spot, it is unpredictable!"

For a moment, it seemed that all the stars were frozen by this sound, and the feeling of boundless emptiness and loneliness multiplied the majesty of Zhang Fan's words.

At this time, the end of the city was cleaned up, Zhang Fan slowly withdrew the palm that held the stars, and let out a sigh of relief.

I don't know if it was because of his words, or because I was afraid of the power of Zhou Tianxingchen's great array, except for the occasional scream or two that came faintly from the roar, there was silence in the big array.

These underground immortal cultivators, first ruthlessly abandoned by the white bone real people, and then personally felt the supreme power of the Qiankun and Zhou Tian Xingchen Great Array, and it is normal not to dare to act rashly, those who do not listen to the advice will take their own death, and they are no different.

"Donghua, let the old man help you!"

Feng Jiuling, who had been watching silently, suddenly interjected.

"Huh?"

Zhang Fan glanced at him strangely, and then smiled: "May the ancestor **." ”

"Go!"

Feng Jiuling smiled freely, and with a wave of his hand, a large black shadow flashed in the air, with the sound of a fierce wind, boundless might, and was suppressed violently.

"Floating Mountain!"

Zhang Fan looked intently, only to see that the one who suppressed the Zhou Tian Xingchen Great Array and multiplied its power was the strange treasure floating mountain they had taken here.

This strange treasure is obviously not just a flying treasure, looking at its power and suppressing it is its greatest power.

But...... Zhang Fan was a little puzzled, although his Zhou Tian Xingchen Great Array was a bit reluctant to suppress a group of immortal cultivators, but these people's minds had been taken away, and they couldn't gather the heart to resist at all, and his means were enough, so why did Feng Jiuling bother to do this?

At this moment, Feng Jiuling stepped up, stood side by side with him, and said a little solemnly: "Donghua, can you take back your thirty-three stars for a look?"

Zhang Fan was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly he was stunned.

"Dare to love him for this!"

Now he understood that Feng Jiuling's approach was just for him to free up thirty-three star gold.

"Why is that?"

Zhang Fan felt strange in his heart, but it did not affect his movements, a move in his hand, the starlight was bright, like a first-class star, crossing the sky, straight into his hand.

The palm of the hand is spread out, and the thirty-three stars are suspended in the palm of the gold, like a small galaxy, running according to a certain trajectory, boundless and brilliant, endlessly magnificent, as if it can collect people's eyes and spirits, and they can't pull it out.

After staring at it for a long time, Feng Jiuling bowed his head slightly, and said, "If this is the thing, Donghua is a good fortune." ”

"Patriarch, what do you mean ......"

Zhang Fan's heart moved, a touch of joy appeared between his eyebrows, and he hurriedly asked.

Feng Jiuling smiled, but did not answer directly, but continued to ask: "Donghua is in this formation, but it is not complete?"

He was so knowledgeable of the Nine Heavens True Being, but at a glance, he could see part of the reality of Zhou Tianxingchen's Great Array.

"Yes, far from perfect. ”

There is nothing to hide, Zhang Fan said calmly.

At this time, the large array was condensed with Zhou Tian's three hundred and sixty-five green jade gourds, no matter how it was, it could not be compared to the original version of Zhou Tian's stars that was derived from the stars and gold, at best, it was only one percent of the power.

But how easy is it to collect all three hundred and sixty-five star gold?

After leaving the Xingtian Realm, Zhang Fan has not even seen a single one again, and there is no news of this thing at all, and now listening to Feng Jiuling's meaning, there seems to be a clue to how he dislikes it.

"You haven't entered my Faxiang Sect's treasury yet, have you?"

Feng Jiuling suddenly said such a thing that the bull's head was not in the horse's mouth, but it made Zhang Fan stunned for a moment.

"The Treasury of the Law Sect?"

(To be continued)