"Senior Brother Zhang, Lao Cui, I have something to entrust!"

Cui Renzheng said, his round face was still full of oil stains, and he twitched faintly, as if he was accustomed to squeezing out a smile, but for no reason, a solemn meaning was conveyed.

"Brother Cui, you say!"

Zhang Fan nodded and became serious.

"Lao Cui has been sluggish since he was a child, and he has only one sister who depends on each other. ”

Cui Ren looked up at the end of the ninety-nine steps and said in a quiet tone.

"Huh?"

Zhang Fan frowned slightly, only to realize that he really didn't know much about these fellow disciples, Cui Renqi was already a rare person to talk about, but he never knew that he also had a younger sister.

"Lao Cui's sister is called Cui Yingying, she is not beautiful, but she wants to panic when she doesn't see her for a day!"

"I really want to!"

Cui Ren's chubby head was raised high, and he sighed and was speechless for a long time.

A cynical person, as if he is happy all his life as long as he has food, suddenly makes this sentimental gesture, which makes people feel empathy.

For a moment, the image of an old man with crane hair came to mind, and the burden of life bent his waist, but he couldn't erase the smile on his face.

"Grandpa!"

Zhang Fan was silent, his thoughts were coming, and he suddenly wanted to turn around and leave and appear in front of his grandfather.

"Senior Brother Zhang!"

Cui Ren said suddenly.

Looking directly into Zhang Fan's eyes, he said word by word: "If one day, my poor sister begged to come to the door of the junior brother and give her a warm mouth!"

As he spoke, a photo bead appeared on his fat palm and was handed to Zhang Fan.

Stretching out his hand to take it, Zhang Fan wanted to smile, when it came to this kind of entrustment, he was still thinking about the problem of eating, "hot", what is this?

But for some reason, the smile froze on his face, and he couldn't squeeze it out.

"Please. ”

With a sigh, Cui Ren turned around, and in an instant he roared, swept around, turned into a black wind, wrapped his fat body, started and climbed the stairs.

The broad back swayed, and there was a certain sense of generosity and tragedy in it.

Zhang Fan clenched the photo bead tightly, and his brows furrowed tightly.

The words are full of ominousness, is this the cautious and optimistic Cui Ren?

What happened?

After thinking for a long time and having no clue, he sighed secretly, and his divine sense penetrated into the shadow bead.

An image, like a picture scroll, slowly unfolds.

It was a fourteen or fifteen-year-old little girl, as Cui Ren said, not very beautiful, not slender, but a little baby fat, under the bright sun, she smiled like a flower, and her cute and playful taste did not need to be spoken.

The place where she is is is so familiar, it seems to be within the mountain gate of the Faxiangzong, think about it, this Cui Yingying is also a disciple of the Faxiangzong.

After reading it, Zhang Fan silently put away the photo beads, looked at the top of the ladder, and without warning, the flames all over his body suddenly burned violently, rising to the sky.

Like a violent wind, the mountains and forests were on fire, and the flames spread all over the sky, and a storm of flames erupted along the stairs.

After this incident, Zhang Fan suddenly didn't want to delay any longer, and he didn't care about saving spiritual power, and his true power exploded instantly, and under the full operation, he suddenly saw the blazing heat and raging flames above the stairs in nothing, step by step, without stopping, but for a moment, he had already passed by Cui Ren's side.

Shaoqing stepped out in one step, but left the range of the ladder.

As soon as he left, without the invisible suppression on the stairs, the flames around Zhang Fan were like the wind fueling, and they suddenly rose dozens of feet high, roaring fiercely, and the sound exploded, suddenly resounding.

He took a deep breath and suppressed the restless spiritual power, and the flames quickly converged.

Since then, Zhang Fan has only looked back, only to see that Cui Ren has already moved on the last few steps, and where he passed, a large area of water stains remained, and instantly transpired and disappeared into water vapor.

Left and right, rumbling, thunder and lightning, seducing all living beings to laugh, quacking and singing, the tall women of Xiruo, Feng Crazy Song, and Shenxiao Sect are still struggling to move forward on the ladder.

After a deep groan, Zhang Fan did not stay and wait, but held his head high and stepped into the open door in front of him.

At the end of the ladder, the glorious hall, the portal was wide open, like a deep mouth, swallowing everything.

Zhang Fan was not afraid and walked calmly.

Behind the portal, it is like a corridor made of heavy boulders, and as soon as you enter, a sense of coolness and seclusion suddenly arises.

This feeling only lasted for a moment, and then it was as if I was on the side of an oven, and the heat wave was rolling in.

One is cold and one is hot, one is still and one is moving, as if passing through some barrier, the eyes suddenly open up, and at the same time, the sharp weapon breaks through the air and roars, the heavy object collapses and crashes, and the boulder collapses and the earth and stones splash in all directions...... All kinds of strange sounds are in my ears, as if from the quiet dense forest, step into the passionate battlefield.

This place is indeed a battlefield.

As soon as he came out of the strange barrier, Zhang Fan felt a strong wind blowing in his face, and there was a tingling pain, as if a knife had slashed through it.

The strong wind alone can do this, and you can imagine how fierce the battle in the field is.

Raising his eyes, four figures shuttled, the sound of air explosion was endless, the figures rolled through the line, and large areas of floor tiles and walls were cracked and scattered, like a torrential rain, all over the entire hall.

In the huge hall, there is no additional decoration, the difference is only the four walls and floor tiles, all of which are made of fiery red crystals, and at a glance you can see that it is the condensation of the source power of the fire, which is incomparably hard, far better than ordinary bluestone.

But even so, as far as the eye can see, there is a mess, and there are almost no intact people, obviously after a hard battle, otherwise it would not have come to this.

At this moment, an explosion like spring thunder resounded in the main hall, shaking the huge hall at the same time, the four figures suddenly separated, facing each other from afar.

Before Zhang Fan could take a closer look at them, the sound of strange laughter echoed in the hall.

The sound of this strange laughter, fluctuating, male and female, old and young, momentarily soft, momentary sharp, crisp and hoarse resonance, deep and frivolous concerto, sounds so weird, as soon as it enters the ear, it gives birth to a creepy feeling.

"Boom, another one!"

When he said a sentence, he suddenly froze, like an old man with vicissitudes, and his voice was full of gloom.

Zhang Fan looked intently, only to see Chen Ji, the old monster of yin and yang, and the old man with a shriveled door of the hundred medicines, and the three of them faintly formed an arc, surrounding a fiery red figure.

This fiery red figure is also the owner of the strange voice before.

The gaze of the three Sect Masters of the Jie Dan only swept over Zhang Fan, and then focused on the fiery figure, obviously, this was their great enemy.

"Lingzhuzi, you better tie your hands and catch it!"

"Maybe you can still leave a little spiritual sense, but if not......"

The person who spoke was none other than Grandmaster Chen Ji of the Faxiang Sect, and in his hand, at some point, there was a sharp needle-like magic weapon, and in the cold light, the sound was screaming and piercing.

"Spirit beads?"

Zhang Fan's eyes immediately focused on the body of the fiery red figure, obviously, it was the spiritual consciousness born of the master of this place, the fire spirit bead.

"Assert ......"

"Tied up?"

"It's up to you?"

As soon as Chen Ji's words fell, the fiery red figure in the middle trembled, as if he had heard something funny, and the strange voice was echoing in the hall again.

With the sound coming out, the figure of the spirit bead suddenly condensed, like a curtain of water pouring down from the top of his head, washing away the lead, revealing his true face.

"It's ......"

As soon as they saw it, whether it was the three Jiedan Grandmasters or Zhang Fan, their expressions changed greatly, as if they had seen something terrifying.

The situation in front of me is indeed terrifying.

Lingzhuzi already had a human form at this time, covered with a fiery red cloak, only the head part was exposed, and the bottom of it was empty, as if there was nothing.

The end of the cloak dragged on the ground, and every time it moved, it didn't touch the ground, fluttering like a ghost.

The three Sect Masters and Zhang Fan present were all people who had a lot of experience, and if it was just like that, they wouldn't be able to react like this.

What really shocked them was the face of this spirit bead.

When it makes a crisp and melodious female voice, its face is transformed, but it is a charming and graceful flower girl, when it is hoarse and harsh, it turns into a withered yellow and thin old man, when it is deep, it is a middle-aged and clear scribe, and when it is frivolous, it is a young and flashy prodigal son.

All kinds of changes, just a few sentences, one word and one line, the same number of faces, as if the faces are hidden under the cloak and can be replaced at any time.

Only at the end of each sentence, and when there is no word, the face of the spirit bead is fixed.

It was the image of an old man, his face covered with deep wrinkles, like the parched earth cracking inch by inch.

The corners of his mouth are bent down, his brows are furrowed, the tips of his eyebrows are collapsed, and his long eyebrows are drooping, and it is obvious that he is miserable in a pair of eyes, and the whole look looks like a poor old man who is always plagued by unspeakable and unknown suffering, and cannot be relieved.

"Bitter Daoist!"

An exclamation, coming from the mouths of the three Sect Masters almost at the same time, was the shriveled old man of the Hundred Medicine Sect whose expression had not changed for thousands of years, and his face also showed a look of surprise and solemnity.

"Asserting?"

"Is it ......?"

Zhang Fan's heart moved, and he roughly guessed why the three of them had such a big reaction.

The previous faces and voices were obviously the same as the strange bird sword slaves seen in the Four Elements Jedi, which were the "collections" of the spirit beads, and they were some of the higher ranks.

Among them, the old man with a bitter face was treated differently, and he seemed to be deeply loved by the spirit beads.

It is just a treasure of spiritual sense, where can you know the beauty and ugliness of human beings, choosing this person must also be a factor of strength, and for thousands of years, there is only one person who has fallen here with the highest cultivation!

Flame Sect, the old monster!

If it weren't for a master of this level, there would be no appearance characteristics that have been handed down and remembered by Chen Ji and the three of them.

Back then, the primordial old monster who fell to kill the fire spirit bead divine consciousness was also imprisoned by it?

Lingzhu has such a ability?

(To be continued)