Everywhere in the sleeves, the huge body of Mojiao disappeared suddenly.

Today, with Zhang Fan's cultivation as a display of his sleeves, even if it is a pity, it is not necessarily his enemy of one move, let alone this sixth-order ink Jiao.

As a result, there are no surprises.

What made Xiruo look at it with interest was the dark light that flashed on Zhang Fan's sleeves that appeared in the moon.

Such a demonic method, of course, can't hide the pity that is close at hand.

- Soul Search**!

This little dragon is quite interesting, there seems to be something hidden behind it, so when I saw the aura of soul searching, I regretted that a flash of light flashed in my eyes immediately.

"Hahahaha~"

"It seems like we've had a lot of luck. ”

At this moment, Zhang Fan laughed loudly, as if he had seen something happy, and a smile also appeared on Xiruo's pretty face, and he snuggled up to him.

Suddenly, bold and light, a pair of fairy couples on the sea, laughter echoed in the heavens and the earth.

......

"A hundred years ago, the old Mo Jiao was defeated by a demon cultivator and was captured, although this little Mo Jiao had the desperate protection of his mother, but he was still seriously injured by the other party's blow, and he was almost alive. ”

Later, it followed its instinct and found its mother, but at that time, Lao Mojiao had already been suppressed by that demon cultivator, and said that he would hit it with thunder and fire, and he would not kill him, as if he was torturing something. ”

Zhang Fan used the simplest words to tell Xiruo what he had searched out of Mojiao's soul.

Speaking of which, this ink Jiao is also unlucky, a hundred years ago, his mother was caught, and he almost died, according to the severity of the injuries at the time, it was pure luck that he did not die.

found his mother, but he couldn't save it, in the past hundred years, he has become a frightened bird, and he didn't even dare to let go of his arms like his mother was when he ate someone, so he had to use such a method.

A hundred years have passed, Mo Jiao saw that the wind was calm, and just after a relapse, he met Zhang Fan and Xiruo, which was even more miserable, he was directly captured alive, and then searched for his soul.

"Senior brother, do you want to find that old ink Jiao?"

Xiruo tilted his head sideways and said with a smile.

"Not bad!"

Zhang Fan nodded and said, "The Ten Dragons have never gathered, how can Brother Wei let it go?"

After a pause, a strange smile appeared on his face, and he continued: "Besides, there is a big secret hidden in that old ink Jiao's body, if not, it wouldn't end up like this." ”

"If you miss it, won't you enter Baoshan and return empty-handed?"

Zhang Fan's meaning, if he only thought about it slightly, he would have understood.

A hundred years ago, Lao Mo Jiao knew that it was the cultivation of the Transformation Demon, coupled with its identity as Mo Jiao, the talent of the Jiaolong clan, and the ordinary Yuan Ying real person, he really didn't dare to provoke it.

At least she was not 100% sure that she would defeat it, let alone capture it alive.

It can be seen that the strength of the demon cultivator who captured Lao Mojiao is extremely strong, at least he is also a strong person above the middle stage of the Yuan Infant.

Such a master, capturing but not killing Mojiao, spending a hundred years, if he said that there was no purpose, then no one would believe it. And once there is a purpose, it must be a big move, and it is already worth Zhang Fan's trip.

As for whether he would offend that demon cultivator for this, Zhang Fan didn't care about it.

Not to mention this unknown demon cultivator who has never been mentioned among the monks of Qinzhou, even if the nine-headed old monster is in front of him, he can't do anything, what is he afraid of?

"Senior brother, has there been a clue to the place where the other party suppressed Lao Mojiao?"

Xiruo pondered for a moment and asked.

She was on the point.

Although Mo Jiao knew where the old Mo Jiao was suppressed, Zhang Fan also got some clues from its mind, but Jiaolong was Jiaolong after all, and it couldn't know the name of the place among human immortal cultivators.

"I know the approximate location, and the characteristic!"

Zhang Fan smiled and said the answer.

With these two points, if you find a local immortal cultivator and ask, it will not be difficult to find a specific location and place name.

"Xiruo, let's do it!"

"Further inside is the real Fenghai area, this is the place controlled by the transformation demon and the demon cultivator, which is quite different from the Kyushu Immortal Cultivation Realm, you and I can look all the way. ”

Looking back at the island where the fishermen were, Zhang Fan and Xiruo had no intention of going to the island again, holding hands, and disappeared on the sea in a flash.

In the sky, there is only a golden rainbow, spanning countless distances, and in a flash, disappearing.

"Immortals!"

"Thank you to the gods for killing the evil dragon and returning my fishing island to Qingping. ”

......

At this time, Mo Jiao disappeared completely, Zhang Fan and the two were gone, and the fishermen on the fishing island reacted, and they all knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

In the past, I worshipped the dragon god out of fear, but now I bowed to the two of them, but I was grateful.

Naturally, there was the young man among the prostrategists.

Unlike everyone else, while kowtowing to the ground, he kept turning the voices and smiles of Zhang Fan and the others in his mind, and secretly made up his mind.

"I want to do a good job of the things that the gods have explained, so that the eighteen fishing islands will no longer suffer from the sacrifice of the evil dragon. ”

"I want to raise the Eighteen Temples, worship the two immortals, and kill the great grace of the evil dragon. ”

......

This young man has lived up to his oath in his life, and in a hundred years, there will be more than eighteen temples on the eighteen fishing islands.

These temples, or the dragon slaying temple, or the temple of the gods, in which the statues, mostly men and women hand in hand, the attitude is calm, as if the head is whispering sideways, as if the moon is under the flower, but the foot is stepping on the body of a pitch-black dragon, showing a struggle.

Eighteen fishermen of the fishing island, every time the sea is opened and the sea is harvested, and on the occasion of marriage, there is a tradition of knocking on the dragon temple, which can be said to be the four o'clock incense continuously, and the worship is endless.

These were unexpected by Zhang Fan.

By the time he learned this, it had been many years later.

Shuttling in the clouds, walking on the sea, the clouds and mist make cars, the golden rainbow is the bridge, after seven days, Zhang Fan and Xiruo finally went deep into the sea of wind and saw the first place where the demon cultivators gathered.

"Are these the Wind Sea Demon Cultivators?"

Zhang Fan and Xiruo stood in the clouds, looking condescendingly, but saw that in front of a land with dozens of islands, there were many human beings flying through the clouds and fog, and their bodies were still flowing away, a prosperous scene.

Most of these human cultivators are demon cultivators, and only a few of them follow the path of orthodox immortal cultivators.

The so-called demon cultivators, for the immortal cultivators who take refuge in the transformation of the big demon, they are not as useless as that goddess, and there are many strong people among them, and ordinary monks are not allowed.

The way of demon cultivation is no different from that of ordinary monks, which is to operate Zhou Tian's spiritual qi and build the path of transforming into a god according to the foundation of the Dan Yuan Infant; on the other hand, there is another mystery, which uses demonic energy to increase cultivation and condense supernatural powers.

After all, the demon qi is the demon qi, and it does not blend with the innate body of human beings, unless it reaches the realm of the Yuan Infant, otherwise there will be some traces of exposure that can be checked, and the weaker the cultivation, the more obvious it is.

At this time, the three or five demon cultivators who flew under the feet of Zhang Fan and the two of them, they never noticed that there were people watching above their heads, but Zhang Fan and Xiruo looked at them thoroughly.

These three or five people are all foundation building cultivators, and they are quite okay among the monks who come and go, and their characteristics are quite obvious.

On their faces, or on their cheeks, or on their foreheads, large or small, there are shades of color, and traces of demon beasts appear one after another, as if they were tattoos.

This is naturally not a tattoo, but a condensation of demonic energy, which is formed on the outside.

This is the special cultivation method of demon cultivation, and it is also very dependent on the transformation demon who takes refuge, but these demon cultivation powers should not be underestimated, although it is a little unsightly, but it doesn't hurt.

If it is in the Dan period, these demon patterns will naturally be hidden, and they will only be revealed when the aura of the whole body is stirring.

If you are lucky, the demon pattern will never be revealed, and you can completely get out of the control of the transformation demon, and take these demon patterns as your own.

This is naturally the Avenue of Light, and those who can do this, whether it is the realm or the combat power of cultivation, will not be weaker than the orthodox immortal cultivators, and even the means are even more strange and unpredictable.

However, how many people can reach the realm of Yuan Ying with the body of demon cultivation?

For most people, it's just an unattainable dream.

"I don't know where the boundary lies ahead, but we still don't know enough about the wind and sea. ”

Zhang Fan shook his head, looked at the land in the distance and sighed.

The place where the streamer was flying in the distance, and from time to time there were immortal cultivators coming in and out, it was quite strange and very different from other places.

It is said that it is land, but after all, it is still an island, or a special island, which is formed by dozens of small islands.

Between every two small islands, there is a bridge across the sea, some long and some short, some magnificent and some slender, it is these bridges that connect dozens of islands into one.

These bridges obviously cannot be formed naturally, in Zhang Fan's opinion, even these islands may not be so close in the first place, and there may be traces of manpower in them, which is also uncertain.

"Just ask, just look at it?"

With a smile, the slender white hand waved, and with a "bang", five white yarns rushed out like a spiritual snake and rushed down.

The lightning is not as fast as it can be said, which is the annotation of the regretful move at this time.

Below the two of them, the five demon cultivators flew with magic weapons, and suddenly there was a flower in front of them, and their waists tightened, and the sky spun around.

When they were sober, they peeked and saw five white veils withdrawn from their bodies, and they rushed back into the sleeves of a stunning woman in white clothes and bare feet.

"What is the boundary ahead, can you tell me?"

It's a pity that if the smile doesn't change, the voice is also crisp and pleasant, but in the ears, the five of them are a spirit at the same time, and even their hearts and livers almost pop out.

"Plop~Plop~"

In the sound of a drum-like heartbeat, the first person, who was also the eldest of the five, hurriedly bowed to the end and said in a trembling voice: "Tell the two seniors, in front of you is the Earth Demon ~ Earth Demon Islands." ”

(To be continued)