There was a roar, and one floating island after another, as if it had lost its core support, centered on the main hall where the spirit bead was located, like a wave, kept collapsing into the distance.

In the starry sky, where there was nothing except for these floating islands, countless ashes suddenly floated up, sprinkled like a dense mist.

The floating islands collapsed very quickly, and the fog dispersed in an instant, but there were other things, faster than their speed, one moment it was still in the center of the fog, and the next, it had already broken out of the edge.

"Boom~"

The intense flames flashed, and the flames kept licking out, forming a flaming rainbow that crossed out from the edge of the mist, and after that, not only did the speed not slow down, but there was not even a flick of the fingers to hesitate, and the more violent flames burst out in an instant, and disappeared in a flash.

kept casting the Golden Crow Melting Fire, even if the spiritual power in his body was gradually exhausted, Zhang Fan had no intention of staying, and he couldn't stay.

Behind him, Yin Yang Guanghua and Silver Needle Rainstorm were in hot pursuit, and it was obvious that he would never give up if he was not taken down.

Zhang Fan secretly hated in his heart, if it weren't for the fact that the fire source of the entire Fire Spirit Land was almost emptied, with the speed at which his golden crow melted fire, how could he not be able to shake off the two tails behind him in such a place?

If there was a speed in the main hall before, Chen Ji and the others were not good at speed, and they didn't even want to capture his movements, let alone get closer and closer like now.

Zhang Fan's goal is very clear, it is a floating island thousands of zhang away in front of him, and a light gate flickering on it, revealing the breath of the world.

Such a distance, if it were changed in normal times, it would only take a moment, but now, he did not have the slightest confidence that he would be able to arrive before the two Sect Masters of the Sect Sect behind him caught up.

Thinking of this, his mind took a turn for a while, and he quickly thought of a countermeasure.

At this moment, at a distance of more than 100 zhang behind him, a continuous explosion suddenly came, as violent as a storm and a raging sea, and an invisible wave of air rushed out, as if the sky was falling apart for a while.

"Huh?"

Zhang Fan looked back in surprise, and then couldn't help but be stunned.

"They ......"

"Why did you start a fight yourself?"

At this moment, the ones who can create such a momentum are naturally Chen Ji and the Yin Yang Old Monster, these two Sect Masters of Jiedan who are chasing Zhang Fan closely, actually started to move their hands on each other.

The yin and yang mirror, the rain needle, the power of the two magic weapons is undoubtedly revealed at this moment.

A roar that penetrated the world, the dazzling yin and yang brilliance, the silver needle rainstorm that covered the sky, flew out upside down under the sudden attack, and the brilliance appeared halfway, showing the appearance of the body.

A bronze mirror and a silver needle fell into the hands of the Yin and Yang Old Monster and Chen Ji respectively, and the trembling sound seemed to have infinite unwillingness, just like their owners.

The two Sect Masters glared angrily, their eyes almost bursting with fire.

Looking at their posture, it was obvious that they had not fought less when they were chasing Zhang Fan all the way, but not as much as this time.

Whether it was the previous blow or the current glare, it did not affect the movements of the two, they were entangled all the way to pursue, and they didn't even slow down by half a point, it seemed that at least they were chasing Zhang Fan, and the two still had some tacit understanding.

"Chen Ji, do you have to protect this kid?"

The yin and yang old monster felt the slight tremor of the treasure mirror in his hand, and his face was almost condensed, and his tone was calm.

"Protecting ......"

"Him?"

Chen Ji's face twitched, indescribably weird.

"Me?"

Zhang Fan was stunned, looking back in amazement, if he hadn't reacted quickly and hurriedly urged his spiritual power, he would have almost caught them.

"I see, that's what he thinks!"

At the same time, Chen Ji and Zhang Fan were sighing.

The difference is that Chen Ji is aggrieved, this fight is wronged, I really want to shout, "Lao Tzu also wants to kill him!"

However, no matter how you say it, he is also a Sect Master of Jiedan, but in front of outsiders, he can't say such words, whether it is the dignity of the sect or his own face, he can't throw it out like this.

Zhang Fan was different, his face twitched, he almost couldn't hold back his laughter, and at the same time, he suddenly realized in his heart that both of them had fallen into a misunderstanding.

From the perspective of the yin and yang old monster, chasing and killing the disciples of the Faxiang Sect, a sect master of the Faxiang Sect next to him followed closely, what is it if he doesn't want to protect?

A top master of the younger generation like Zhang Fan, when it comes to his status in the hearts of the elders of the sect, he is afraid that he is still above Chen Ji, a sect master who is at the bottom of the knot pill and is almost hopeless for promotion, so he naturally has to protect it well.

If they want to divide the treasures, they will go back to the sect and discuss it themselves.

Such an idea is actually reasonable, if it weren't for the ghosts in their hearts of Chen Ji and Zhang Fan, how could they not think of this?

It is precisely because of this that their faces are so weird for a while.

Chen Ji's expression changed for a while, and finally the corners of his mouth trembled, as if he was about to say something?

At this moment, Zhang Fan's heart suddenly moved, as if he thought of something, his body slammed suddenly, forcibly stopped, and landed on a floating island in front of him, looking back at the two of them calmly.

"Huh?"

There was no warning of his movements, Chen Ji and the two of them didn't notice for a while and almost rushed over, but fortunately, the cultivation was amazing, and a flicker still settled down, perhaps because they were wary of each other, they didn't attack immediately, but each found a floating island to stand up.

Suddenly, in the starry sky of the source of fire, three floating islands confronted each other in the distance.

Zhang Fan's timing of this stop couldn't be more ingenious, just stuck at a critical point, if it was another night, the words in Chen Ji's mouth would be spit out.

But in this situation, after a burst of excitement on Chen Ji's face, he still pressed it down and was silent.

Seeing this, Zhang Fan secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

In the previous situation, the two were entangled with each other, and in the end, it was really possible for Zhang Fan to escape, whether it was the Yin Yang Old Monster or Chen Ji, they must all know this.

If it weren't for that, the Yin and Yang Old Monster wouldn't have suddenly made a heavy hand and opened his mouth angrily.

Whether it is Zhang Fan's surname or the fire spirit, Chen Ji is determined to win, he will definitely not let this situation continue, but the yin and yang old monster is not easy to deal with, in the end, face is not comparable to the actual interests after all, if it is not good to stalemate again, the sentence "kill together" will burst out of his mouth.

At that time, what Zhang Fan will face is the joint force of the two Sect Masters of the Jiedan, which is not what he wants to see.

Now, there is still room for manoeuvre.

He stood with his hands in his hands, looked at the Yin Yang Old Monster and Chen Ji who were holding each other back not far away, and no one had moved, and said leisurely: "Uncle Chen, why don't we work together and kill this Yin and Yang man?"

"Yin-Yang people?"

"Boy, you ......"

The old monster of yin and yang was angry, how many years, since he married Dan, no one dared to mention these three words in front of him, and he was so angry that he was almost speechless.

It's really a bitter tear to say, he has been like his name since he was a child, and he was born out of phase, although it just fits the yin and yang of the magic road, and he was taken up the mountain by the master and embarked on the path of immortals, but the title of yin and yang person is a big scar.

Whether it was the neighbors who made fun of him in the village when he was a child, or the brothers and sisters who humiliated him in the sect, after he became supernatural, he was tortured by all the most cruel means to the point that life was worse than death, and only then did he come out of the evil qi that had been accumulated in his heart for hundreds of years.

An immortal cultivator of his level, even if he is evil, he will not make fun of it, after all, the level is different, and he will not do such a boring thing again.

Therefore, this title that he hated deeply has not heard for a long time.

At this time, I heard from a junior that it was really like a knife, piercing his heart fiercely, and his eyes turned red instantly.

"Good, good!"

"Boy, you've got a kind!"

"If you die well......

"My yin and yang immortal is even a white cultivation!"

The Yin Yang Old Monster's breathing suddenly became heavy, and he let go of his cruel words, then stared at Chen Ji fiercely, and said hatefully: "Chen Ji, if you protect this kid again, don't blame Yin Yang for solving it with you." ”

"Are you sure you're going to eat me?"

Chen Ji suddenly felt angry in his heart, the old monster of yin and yang was really angry, and he was a little speechless.

However, he is also a gloomy person, and he did not have a seizure immediately, but looked at Zhang Fan, and said pointedly: "Zhang Fan, I saw you perform a spiritual weapon before, it seems to be very extraordinary, I don't know if I can let my uncle see it again." ”

"Huh?"

"It's a purple electric cone!"

Zhang Fan raised his eyebrows, glanced at him with a smile on his face, wiped it on the Qiankun bag in his hand, and a purple light flashed out and spread it in his hand.

"It's ......"

Chen Ji and the Yin Yang Old Monster stared at each other at the same time, firmly attracted by the thing in his hand.

Zhang Fan is such a smart person, as soon as Chen Fan opened his mouth, he understood what the other party meant.

Zhang Fan stopped and did not continue to escape, he had the intention of settling the dispute here, since he did not delay the pursuit, Chen Fan was also happy to solve the annoying guy of the Yin Yang Old Monster first, and he had not yet avenged the revenge of using Cui Ren's secret arrow to hurt people!

But if you want to do this, you also have to see if Zhang Fan has enough strength, after all, he alone is not sure enough.

Originally, there was no need to think about this, how could a small foundation-building monk participate in the battle between the two of them Sect Masters, but the purple electric cone that Zhang Fan had cast not long ago looked so familiar, no matter how he looked at it, it looked like a powerful spiritual weapon that Grandma Tong relied on to become famous when she was young.

In addition, Grandma Tong has not appeared here, and there is a chance that ** will fall, which is a bit intriguing.

If everything before was just speculation in Chen Wei's heart, it may not be accurate, but now that Zhang Fan has a light in his hand, there is no other possibility.

A small purple sword slightly larger than the palm of his hand, suspended above Zhang Fan's palm, without spiritual power to urge, without wielding it to show off, there was a touch of purple electricity that appeared for no reason, and from time to time the lightning flickered, and the thunderous aura of pregnancy and destruction could not be concealed.

Exactly, Grandma Tong's natal magic weapon!

"Zixiao Sword!"

Qi Qi exclaimed in surprise, and the name of the purple sword spit out from the mouths of Chen Ji and the Yin Yang Old Monster at the same time.

Suddenly, the two looked at Zhang Fan's gaze, and suddenly became solemn.

(To be continued)