"It's now!"

"Good chance!"

Zhang Fan stood up suddenly, looking at the air miserable, almost dying, avoiding the water and shaking the sky, his eyes were shining, as if he were substantial.

The Holy Son Demon God, really extraordinary, worthy of his careful hiding, under the blow of anger, the defense and vitality are extremely powerful to avoid the water and the heavens, at this time, there are thousands of holes, the scales are peeling off, the flesh and blood are blurred, and there is only one breath left to hang, and it falls from the air weakly.

It is the weakest time, now as long as there is a random foundation level immortal cultivator, he can take his surname, if such a good opportunity cannot be grasped, he is not Zhang Fan.

"Boom~"

The black nest flies, the golden crow melts the fire, and the fire escapes suddenly.

...... On the shore of the lake, the virtual image of the Holy Son and Demon God disappeared into the air, and the remnants kneeling on the ground stood up one after another, seeing the tragic situation of avoiding the water and shaking the sky in the air, the sound of cheers suddenly shook the sky.

"Great Elder!!!

At the beginning, it was still chaotic, but in an instant, the shout to the Great Elder became the only voice between heaven and earth.

Facing the support of the clansmen and the beast treasure that was about to be obtained, a smile also appeared on the old face of the Great Elder Ni Sang.

Immediately, this smile had just bloomed, and Ni Sang's expression suddenly changed, and he looked at a place in the Ghost Yin Forest in the distance in shock.

Just when everyone below was still cheering and celebrating this victory, a domineering aura suddenly rose into the sky, and in the center of the breath, several giant trees were uprooted by the rolling air current, and they were thrown away.

At this time, the remnants had just woken up from a dream, but it was too late.

The sound of explosions, roars, and the firelight flashed, gradually turning into an iridescent momentum, and it quickly approached the half-dropped water-shaking roar.

The speed of lightning is not enough to describe the speed of this firelight, I am afraid that only the speed of the real light can be better than him!

Among the remnants, it is undeniable that Ni Sang's cultivation is the most profound, although witchcraft and immortal dao belong to different systems, but in real terms, his cultivation is at least equivalent to the realm of the Great Perfection of the Jiedan, which can be said to be extremely terrifying.

If you want to talk about defects, it is that his body is far less powerful than that of immortal cultivators.

In his eyes, it was not a person who skipped the sky at this time, but a golden-red flame, this flame did not stop after approaching the water avoidance and the heaven-shaking roar, and a flame claw poked out, and suddenly broke into the body of the water-avoidance sky-shaking roar, and grabbed it!

"Shaft dares?!"

A roar full of anger came out from afar, and an invisible wave of qi centered on its rickety body suddenly erupted, and the invisible ripples spread, throwing away everything within a radius of more than ten zhang around, it was his son, a middle-aged man in Chinese clothes who was the patriarch, also turned a few heels in the air, and only then fell to the ground, disgraced and embarrassed.

You dare to do everything, why don't you dare?

The palm of the hand retracted, the flames converged, and an earthy yellow irregular sphere the size of a fist appeared on Zhang Fan's palm, slightly warm, bubbling with a trace of heat, faintly pulsating, like a heart.

- Beast Treasure!

The beast treasure that is related to Wan'er's surname has finally arrived.

Although he longed to exterminate all the scum of the human race who had used humans as sacrifices and food for another life for generations, at this time in his heart, Wan'er's surname was the most important, so he didn't plan to stay any longer.

In the blood of the stump that burst into the sky, the golden-red flames rose again, and the violent momentum spread across the sky like a giant pillar of wolf smoke, and a black cry rang out, Zhang Fan's body blurred for a while, and he was about to disappear.

If at this time, he casts the Golden Crow Melting Fire again, it is really high and the birds fly, the sea is wide and the fish jumps, how easy is it to search for Zhang Fan who has a black nest in his hand in the huge ghost yin forest, not to mention that he can still fight but hurt some vitality, and get rid of everyone below at great speed, at that time, who can keep him?

It's a pity, after all, the remnants below are descendants of the Ancient Holy Empress, and they can survive under the high pressure of the underground immortal cultivation realm so far, how can they be lucky?

The golden crow melted the fire, and just halfway through it, nearly a hundred remnants led by the man in Chinese clothes below sat in a circle, muttering in their mouths, as if they were chanting something.

This time, the witchcraft spell was cast very quickly, after all, it was not a blood sacrifice, it was not so troublesome, just at the most critical moment, when Zhang Fan was about to travel thousands of miles, these remnants suddenly shouted at the same time, and they all spurted out a mouthful of blood.

This blood gathered together, transpired into a blood mist, and condensed into the image of a demon god, but it was three heads and six arms, and the changes were unprovoked.

With their strength, not to mention spitting essence blood, even if they even take their surnames together, it is impossible to distract the demon god from summoning the lower realm, and what appears now is just a means similar to the transformation of spiritual energy.

The means may not be strong, but at this critical moment, it is extremely important.

The Demon God Illusion had just appeared, and two flames appeared under his feet, roaring, and suddenly disappeared in front of the remnants, and when he appeared again, he had already hit a place less than a foot in front of Zhang Fan.

"So fast!"

Zhang Fan's expression froze, and the half-gathered golden crow wings were abruptly separated, and the fire feathers in the sky exploded!

Golden Crow Fire Feather, this method has rarely been used since the foundation was built, and this is just a homeopathic exercise.

At the last moment, Zhang Fan clearly judged that if he forcibly escaped again, he was afraid that before he could melt into the fire, he would be hit by this demon god illusion first, and he had to make this choice.

With his current Jindan Dacheng's cultivation, the Golden Crow Fire Feather is deployed, and the power naturally cannot be said in the same way as it was decades ago.

The whistling sound in the sky, as if hundreds of millions of feather arrows broke through the air, extremely sharp, instantly filled the body of the demon god's virtual image, and at the same time, Zhang Fan's big sleeves were spread, like flags flying in the wind, revealing palms full of golden-red flames, blasting out from afar.

"Boom~"

The sound of burning and exploding resounded on the surface of the lake in an instant, and the endless chaotic aura dispersed, and the powerful wind pressed the surface of the lake, stirring up huge waves.

Under the blow with all his strength, the divine power displayed by nearly a hundred remnants was immediately shattered, and under the influence of spiritual power, hundreds of remnants spurted out a mouthful of blood again, and fell to the ground softly, even the middle-aged man in gorgeous clothes was no exception.

Seeing that Zhang Fan was so powerful, the middle-aged man in a gorgeous costume wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, his face was full of horror, he looked up at the great elder who was still standing on the altar, and shouted:

"Father's ......"

Before the rest of the words could be spoken, a cold voice was heard: "Shut up, you waste, you have lost the face of our Holy Clan." ”

Before the words fell, the blood-red altar suddenly flew up from the ground, shrinking while flying high, to a height of more than 100 zhang in the air, and the place at the level of Zhang Fan had become only half the size of a person, and was quietly suspended in front of Ni Sang.

Although the altar has shrunk, the bloody aura on it has not decreased, but has become more intense, and it seems that with the action of shrinking, the essence of countless years accumulated inside has also been forced out, and a resolute temperament of struggle, sacrifice, and daring to overturn the heavens and the earth in order to survive is undoubtedly revealed.

Correspondingly, the appearance of Great Elder Ni Sang has also undergone earth-shaking changes.

"Outsiders, put down the beast treasure, the old man is in charge and let you live!"

The old and desolate voice, like a song in the endless Gobi, not only on the surface of the lake, but echoes throughout the ghost yin forest.

In between speaking, Ni Sang's aging body straightened inch by inch, and when the words fell, it was already as straight as a spear, as sharp as a sword, and his old face was full of wrinkles, and it suddenly showed brilliance.

At this moment, the infinite vitality replaced the dead air all over the body, and from the breath, it seemed that in an instant, it was restored to the prime of life.

"What if I say no?!"

Zhang Fan raised his eyebrows, as if he was smiling, as if he didn't notice the other party's intention to delay time.

"Then you don't have to go!"

Ni Sang smiled cruelly, and his thin palm suddenly stretched out and pressed it to the altar suspended in front of him.

"Wow~~"

In the heavens and on the ground, in all directions, continuous sounds sounded, as if the entire Ghost Yin Forest had suddenly come to life, and it was devouring everything with its teeth and claws.

At the same time, a huge shadow covered it, and the entire Ghost Yin Forest seemed to instantly melt into the night, and it was the all-pervasive Yuan Magnetic Light, which never revealed a single thing.

In the entire heaven and earth, only that one altar was still exuding blood-red brilliance, and other than that, there was darkness and dead silence.

"Are you still able to walk now?"

The joking voice came out of Ni Sang's mouth, and in just a moment, the wrinkles on his face seemed to have been smoothed out a lot, and he looked like an ordinary old man, no longer dying.

Zhang Fan laughed, waved his sleeves, and said, "I don't want to leave in the first place, so what's the matter with you scum for a while?"

It's not that he is strong enough to say this, since he was blocked by the remnants led by the middle-aged people in Huafu, he knew that it was impossible to get out without fighting.

Judging from the miraculous means that Great Elder Ni Sang showed before, as long as he was given time to react, there was a way to trap him and he had to fight, since this was the case, Zhang Fan would not be too lazy to work hard.

Besides, according to his original intention, he didn't want to let these human shames remain in the world anymore.

If it is someone else who does this, it will be fine, these remnants claim to be the descendants of the ancient holy queen, and claim to be the holy family, but they are trampling on the glory of their ancestors and trampling on the position of the master of heaven and earth that human beings have struggled for hundreds of millions of years, and they are no longer worthy of living in this world.

"Let's do it!"

"I want to see what you can do to disgrace your ancestors, apart from sacrificing your own people's lives?"

Zhang Fan stood with his hands in his hands, the three-legged golden black law phase, I don't know when he appeared, standing in the air, looking around, all of them looked at the supreme majesty of the world.

(To be continued)