Inside the real water barrier, it is a new world.

"Huh?"

"What's going on?"

Zhang Fan frowned slightly and looked around.

Outside the real water barrier, you can vaguely see that in the water curtain, there are mountains undulating, there are heavy mountains, looming the eaves of the house, but at this time, it seems that it is not the same thing at all, dim and hazy, which is the background color of the whole world.

Dark and violent, it is the temperament of the earth under your feet.

As far as you can set foot in, a large area of black and scarlet rocks is paved and spreads out, like a floating island, nestled in the twilight of the sky.

The floating island is not just floating, but also covered with a thin film, vaguely demarcating from the desert-like dusk, like a large cage that imprisons the people in it.

After a general look, Zhang Fan focused his gaze on the front.

Not far away, Ling Fengxiao and the others were standing quietly on the spot, their attention focused on a place in the center.

There, a platform rose from the ground, still made of dark and red stones, and there was a stone ladder at the waist of the platform that led straight to the top.

At the top of the platform, there is not much decoration, it looks extremely rough, only a stone platform with ten people lying flat, and a cloud of dark green like a flame on it, gently fluttering in the wind.

Unconsciously, as long as I saw this dark green man, I couldn't help but hold my breath, as if I was afraid that if I was not careful, I would blow it away.

"Bang~"

A muffled sound sounded in this cage-like floating island, and everyone suddenly looked back and glared angrily.

Zhang Fan also followed the prestige, and saw that the dust waves were struggling, getting up from the ground, and the sweat on his face had already wet the ground in an instant.

"He came in with him?!"

Zhang Fan shook his head secretly, not knowing what to say.

In this person's heart, he can understand that he has already paid such a big price, and it would be a pity to give up halfway, so he wants to follow up to try his luck.

As for whether it is a gain or a loss, then ...... Zhang Fan only glanced at it slightly, and then stopped looking at it more, he could clearly feel that several eyes were focused on him.

Needless to say, it was naturally Ling Fengxiao and a few other Sect Masters.

"Little friend, I need your help now. ”

Following the sound, I saw Ling Fengxiao smiling and said leisurely.

At this time, Shui Gong Shui Po and the other three Sect Masters also withdrew their gaze from the stone platform and looked over with great interest.

There was no qualitative difference between this gaze and the previous one looking at the dust waves, the difference was that it was much hotter, and the gaze and body seemed to be about to burn.

"They value this altar-like thing!"

In an instant, Zhang Fan came to a conclusion.

The thought in his heart turned a thousand times, but his answer did not have the slightest hesitation: "The juniors should serve themselves, please explain in detail to the seniors." ”

"Good!"

Ling Feng Xiao stroked his beard and smiled, and said leisurely: "This altar is the Witch Dao Altar, and the ghost fire above it is even more Netherworld Spell!"

"Witch Altar? Nether Spell?"

"What is this?"

Zhang Fan frowned, he had never heard of these two terms.

As if knowing his doubts, Ling Fengxiao said to him, "I wonder if Xiaoyou has ever heard of the 'remnants'?"

"Remnants?!"

Zhang Fan's expression was stunned, he had really heard of it.

It has been several years in the underground immortal cultivation world, and I have read a lot of basic classics, and there is a lot of space in them, which is exactly the "remnant" in Ling Fengxiao's mouth.

The so-called remnants are actually the indigenous immortal cultivators of the underground immortal cultivation world.

When the Qinzhou Immortal Cultivators on the surface came here through the teleportation array, in addition to the desolate beasts all over the mountains, they were the first to come into contact with them.

These remnants can survive in the world of the underground immortal cultivation realm, which is a desolate beast, and they have their own uniqueness, but they are not taking the path of cultivating immortals.

Specifically, Zhang Fan doesn't know, after all, the classics he can access are all ordinary goods on the market, and there is a big gap between them and the real sect secrets, and there is a lot of taboo among them, and they don't seem to want to talk more about the magical powers of the remnants, only know that their magical powers are not weak, because of different concepts and competition for survival resources, they also had a big battle with the immortal cultivators, although they were finally defeated and completely withdrew from the historical stage, but it also caused great losses to the immortal cultivators.

"Witchcraft, the magic of the remnants!"

"The remnants are weak and do not cultivate the immortal path, and they cannot live forever, and the more powerful the supernatural powers, the shorter the lifespan. ”

"But their witchcraft is really earth-shattering, and it is a common thing that people and animals are extinct within thousands of miles. ”

"The altar in front of me is the necessary preparation for the remnants to perform witchcraft, and the platform above is used for blood sacrifices. ”

Ling Fengxiao didn't mean to stop, and explained it all the time, although it stopped at the point, it still gave Zhang Fan a certain understanding of the so-called remnants and witchcraft.

"Sacrifices, blood sacrifices, and supernatural powers are weak but supernatural powers are strong!"

When Zhang Fan was thoughtful, Ling Fengxiao's explanation came to an end.

"The ghost fire on the altar is the witchcraft that has been completed by the blood sacrifice, and only needs to be activated - the Nether Spell!"

"The Black Demon Ancestor even practiced witchcraft at the same time, he is really a brilliant person. ”

"A hundred years ago, our predecessors stopped here, and the Yellow Sand Peerless Domain behind me was still known from the few words left by the Black Demon Ancestor. ”

"Okay, Xiaoyou, it's up to you to use your magic flame to annihilate this ghost fire when it is stimulated, then everything will be fine, otherwise, everyone will die without a place to be buried!"

In the end, Ling Fengxiao's expression suddenly became solemn, and even the other three Sect Masters were also very serious, obviously very afraid of this Netherworld Spell.

At this time, Zhang Fan could be regarded as understanding the reason why Ling Fengxiao had to invite him to come.

This Netherworld Spell, perhaps after it is activated, is terrifying when the power is completely released, but before it is fully activated, it is just a ghost fire belonging to the Yin Demon Clan, and it is entirely possible to be annihilated by the Extreme Yang and the Bright Earth Flame, which is also Ling Fengxiao's idea.

This idea can't be wrong, but why look for someone who has a foundation building period and powerful flame powers?

In fact, as long as you look for a Sect Master who cultivates the Flame Divine Power, even if his flame is not too special, it is enough to deal with this ghostly fire.

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

If they do this, it is clear that they have the idea of destroying their mouths, if they invite a Sect Master, maybe they will give birth to variables out of thin air, a foundation building great consummation?

"Hmph!

Zhang Fan settled down and threw out all the distracting thoughts, anyway, he wanted to get in touch with the secrets of the fragments of this world and find the bronze tripod, this netherworld spell must be broken, and it would not hurt to be used by them, just see who has the last laugh.

"The junior is ready, Senior Ling, please cast a spell!"

Zhang Fan smiled slightly, his spiritual power was raised, and the golden-red flames were dyed all over his body, as if he was a flame god of war for a while.

"Okay! It's all up to the little brother. ”

Ling Fengxiao didn't say much, and with a movement of his hand, the black water hit like an ink dragon, and it hit the altar directly.

At this moment, as if a blow had knocked down the pillar of heaven, the entire heaven and earth overturned, the huge floating island trembled violently, and the altar cracked inch by inch, collapsing from the stone staircase one by one.

"Whoa~"

The sound of a fierce wind appeared for no reason.

Above the altar, the ghostly fire seemed to wake up in an instant, and it shook and flew up suddenly.

Flying up only three feet high, the ghost fire swelled no less than ten times, originally only slightly larger than a fist, but now it is no less than the size of a watermelon.

"Wind!"

"Ice!"

"Water!"

As if there was some tacit understanding, just when the phantom fire flew three feet, the four Sect Masters of the Sect of the Sect shot at the same time.

In an instant, the black water was a monstrous wave, the wind was like a dragon absorbing water, and the black ice was like an iceberg collapsing, all of them surrounded it, as if they were afraid, not in contact with the ghostly fire, but the invisible power emanated, constantly squeezing its space, making it impossible to explode, and instantly swept everything.

This is just an expedient measure, under the squeeze of the four of them, it is visible to the naked eye, although the ghost fire has the intention of contracting, but a bit of miserable green flame in the center of it gradually condenses, and a faint unwilling cry appears.

Obviously, if such a stalemate continues, Ling Fengxiao and the four of them will definitely not be able to control it, and then it will be true as he said, everyone will die together.

This is the wonder of the magic spell, it is clear that Ling Feng Xiao has the cultivation of the late stage of the Dan, and the other three are at least the masters of the middle stage of the Dan, but they can't know this extremely evil flame.

With their unique supernatural powers based on the Black Water True Method, even if they were given a top-level fire magic weapon, such as the Vermilion Bird Ring, etc., it was not enough to deal with this ghostly fire.

"Little Friends ......"

The power of this Nether Spell was obviously beyond their expectations, and Ling Fengxiao suddenly looked back and shouted.

Zhang Fan didn't plan to make trouble with them at this time, not to mention that there were still bronze tripods to find later, even if he died with them, it was not worth it.

Missing this moment, with his flame supernatural powers, he could no longer restrain this ghostly fire.

He took a deep breath and exhaled, and a black cry suddenly sounded.

After arriving in this underground world, it was the first time that he fully stimulated the law in battle, and in an instant, a huge phantom appeared, with two wings across the sky, stepping in the air, standing proudly under the expectation.

- It is the Ancient Demon Emperor, the three-legged golden crow!

"What kind of supernatural power is this?"

Ling Fengxiao and the others were stunned at the same time, but they didn't know the law.

Zhang Fan had no time to be distracted, his two palms rose together like a flame red lotus, and clusters of flames kept rising from his ten fingers, with golden-red great true power, black and red golden crow demon fire, pure fire origin, and sporadic sun golden flame...... Now, with his cultivation of building the foundation of the Great Perfection, he can already condense sporadic pure Sun Golden Flame through the Three-legged Golden Crow Phase, which may not be able to fight against the enemy, but it can be the core of countless flames.

"Whew!"

"Pure Fire Red Lotus, Zhengda Bright!"

A red lotus flew out in response, and when it reappeared, it had already flown under the ghostly fire, slowly closing and enveloping.

(To be continued)