The wind and clouds dissipated, the torrential rain stopped, and a rainbow hung across the sea.

Zhang Fan stood on the lonely cliff, looking at the rainbow after the rain and the waves.

Beside him, the ascetic man stood by the wind, his brows furrowed.

The two of them, who came through thick and thin, stayed here for half an hour.

This place is already on the verge of the sea, and staying here is nothing more than waiting for the people of the Illusion Demon Dao, although I am anxious, but if there is no clue, it is also delusional to want to find Xiruo as soon as possible.

"Don't you think there's something wrong with that, boy?"

Along the way, Zhang Fan had already made everything clear to the bitter Taoist.

At this time, if the ascetic person talks about strength, he is still insignificant in front of him, but that insight is far from being comparable to him, a junior who has cultivated for less than two hundred years.

"There's a problem!"

Zhang Fan nodded indifferently, looking like his heart was like water, but as long as he looked at Mo Ling, who was restless on his shoulder, striding back and forth between steps, and not having a moment of tranquility, it was enough to know that his heart was definitely not so calm.

"It's not for Qinzhou. ”

"It's not going for the Illusionary Path. ”

"It's not for you!"

The three "no" exits of the bitter Daoist, Zhang Fan's expression changed slightly, and it was not a look of surprise and surprise, but he nodded lightly and said, "It's for pity." ”

Before, on Dongyang Peak, things were in a hurry, although he was calm and calm, he still inevitably messed up, and he didn't think of it for a while.

Now along the way, I have already made a clear calculation in my heart.

What kind of person he is, the bitter Taoist naturally knows in his heart, and he is not surprised, but he just said suspiciously: "But how could that girl provoke overseas real people?"

It's a pity that if he is different from Zhang Fan, Zhang Fan has been wonderful for a hundred years, and after hardships, although he has gained a lot, he also has enemies all over the world. It's a pity that if you close the mountain for a hundred years and practice penance, for many years after that, you will run between the Illusion Demon Dao and the Faxiang Sect, and there will be few opportunities to offend such a master.

"Maybe ......"

"There's only one possibility. ”

Zhang Fan sighed, half gloomy, half happy, and the thought in his heart was that even the bitter Taoist at this time could not be fully understood.

Suddenly, the bitter Taoist raised his eyebrows and said, "It's here!"

Before the words fell, there was a faint sound of strong wind in the distance, like the sleeves of the shirt were broken.

The ascetic didn't wait for the illusionary monk to come, his body moved, turning into a streamer and throwing it towards Zhang Fan's place.

The Bodhi Garden opened, the streamer disappeared, and the ascetic people disappeared suddenly.

Zhang Fan's sleeves waved, Bodhi Garden disappeared in his sleeves, and looking back, a light went straight to the lonely cliff.

"Boom!"

At the same time, a middle-aged man leaned down and bowed, saying, "Disciple Lifeng, meet Donghua Zhenren." ”

"Get up. ”

Zhang Fan turned his back to him, stared at the momentum of the stormy waves breaking the shore, and said indifferently: "No matter how big or small, let's talk about it together." ”

Although his tone was extremely flat, that Lifeng didn't dare to ignore it at all, lowered his head, straightened it out, and then said, "When it is your turn, it's the turn of Uncle Ruo to be stationed ......."

"Is there a trace?"

Zhang Fan frowned slightly and interjected to ask.

"Yes, the four uncles came in turn, and each time they sat in the town for a month, it was the second day of Uncle Xiruo's arrival. ”

Li Feng said without the slightest hesitation, his voice trembled, but he was frightened by Zhang Fan, and he did not hesitate to say what he said.

"Sure enough, I came for pity. ”

Zhang Fan's face sank like water, and his voice was as low as a whisper, even Lifeng, who was close in front of him, had never heard it clearly, so naturally he didn't dare to ask.

The Illusory Demon Dao is responsible for monitoring the movements of the wind and sea in the three sects of Qinzhou, and sends Yuanying Zhenren to be stationed here, so that when the incident starts, he can protect his disciples with the island protection array as soon as possible, and at the same time transmit the sect to deal with it.

I never thought about it, but I was touched by someone with a heart and found an opportunity to start.

"Go on!"

"Yes, yes~"

Lifeng wiped a handful of sweat and didn't dare to say it in the slightest.

"When Uncle Ruo had just rearranged the formation on the island, there was a news from a nearby island that a stronghold of my Illusion Demon Dao was attacked by demon beasts, and Uncle Ruo went to check it out. ”

"As soon as we left the island, Uncle Shiruo seemed to sense something, so let's set up a big array, spread the message to the sect, and then ...... Then ......"

Lifeng's face was full of bitterness, and he stammered for a long time before he said: "Then Uncle Shi fought with one person, and it was stormy and powerful, and the juniors ...... The juniors can't see clearly......"

Speaking of the back, I couldn't hold on any longer, "snapped", knelt on the ground, and said in a trembling voice: "It's not that the juniors don't want to help, but the power of the Yuanying is earth-shattering, and the juniors really can't intervene." ”

As soon as the words were finished, kowtowing was like pounding garlic.

He knows that the prestige of this Donghua Zhenren is a Taoist companion who regrets it, if he doesn't deal with it well and gets angry with him, then there is really nowhere to cry out for injustice.

If there was really something wrong, Zhang Fan would naturally be angry with them, and even the Illusion Demon Dao itself would be hated by them, but now that there was no accident, he didn't bother to deal with such a little person, and asked indifferently: "Get up and answer." ”

"Did the Illusory Demon Dao send someone to look for it, and what was the result?"

"The skeleton real person once came in person, and then received a summons from the sect, saying that it was the three sects of the meeting, so he returned, and explained that the younger generation fully cooperated, and listened to the call of Donghua real person. ”

Lifeng trembled and got up, and as he spoke, he didn't forget to peek at Zhang Fan's expression, and when he saw that his face was gloomy, he was so frightened that he hurriedly lowered his head.

"Tell me where you know of the last fierce battle, and then go down, if necessary, I will look for you. ”

Hearing this, Zhang Fan was already a little impatient, knowing that there were not too many clues, and it was up to him after all.

"This place is northeast, ten miles up and down, and the skeleton real person is also looking for it there. ”

Lifeng said it as if he was relieved, and he didn't want to say it.

"Go ahead!"

Regardless of Lifeng's escape, Zhang Fan was silent in the distance for a while, all kinds of thoughts came to him in his mind, his brows gradually wrinkled, the waves under his feet were still turbulent, and he slapped on the lonely cliff one after another, if his mind was in a mood, he could not be calm.

After a while, a gust of sea breeze suddenly rose, blowing over the lonely cliff, and suddenly, Zhang Fan's figure disappeared, only a golden rainbow, across the immeasurable sea, and the rainbow in the sky after the rain, reflecting each other.

"Boom~Boom~~"

As soon as Zhang Fanfu left, on the dark rock of the lonely cliff, cracks suddenly appeared, and with the beating of the sea and intensified, and finally the whole body was incomplete, every roar, for the waves cracked the shore, it was a falling rock like rain, standing unfailing for tens of thousands of years of lonely cliffs, gradually disintegrating.

......

"Boom~"

The golden rainbow dispersed, Zhang Fan revealed his figure, condensed on the waves of the sea, and behind his feet, a snow-white wave meandered here from a distance like a white dragon.

"Breath ......"

"It's broken!"

Zhang Fan's brows were furrowed, even if he concentrated on it, he could no longer feel the breath of pity.

The battle of chasing the dead, in a matter of moments, flying over thousands of waves, was a matter of an instant, coupled with the raging rainstorm, the residual breath had already been disordered.

"Boy, don't rush, take a look around. ”

The ascetic people in the Bodhi Garden had nothing to do, so they had to comfort themselves.

"Well, don't worry, I'm calm now. ”

At this time, Zhang Fan suddenly seemed to have entered a state of battle, his expression was cold, his body moved, turned into an afterimage, and looked for the nearby island.

Half an hour later, Zhang Fan, who howled like a violent wind, swept almost all the nearby seas, and finally stopped over an island.

Below, more than a thousand mortals were prostrating themselves in the direction of the coast.

It is rare for a small island to have so many people.

In front of them, on the seashore, a ruined, enlarged shrine-like altar appeared before his eyes.

In the shrine, a stone statue is old and dilapidated, looking weathered and dilapidated.

In front of the shrine, a young man with a short figure of five was standing in front of the shrine, shouting bewilderment:

"Everyone offers sacrifices at four o'clock, and the water god Niangniang will definitely bless everyone as usual, and the events of that day will never happen again. ”

"What kind of sacrifice do you want?"

An old man below who seemed to be an old man trembled and spoke.

The old man seemed to have quite a prestige, and as soon as he spoke, everyone was silent, and as soon as his voice fell, they responded in unison.

"Sacrifices, spirit stones, herbs, or ores or something can be~"

The stocky young man licked his lips and shouted.

"As long as the sacrifices continue at four o'clock, the water god Niangniang will definitely continue to bless everyone. ”

Just as the people below were half-believing and whispering, an honest fisherman in the back was suddenly startled, and almost didn't shout, but was slapped on the shoulder coldly.

The fisherman hurriedly looked back, but saw a young man in Chinese clothes standing behind him, and a golden bird that he had never seen on his shoulder, which was not an ordinary person, let alone a resident of the island.

"What are you~you~ going to do?"

The fisherman stammered.

"Did something happen around here the other day?"

Zhang Fan looked past the fisherman, looked at the short and fat young man who was still talking in front of the shrine, and asked indifferently.

"The tsunami~~flood~ was completely submerged. ”

"The water god Niangniang no longer blesses us, and after listening to this immortal master, I know that there is no sacrifice, and the water goddess Niangniang is angry. ”

Zhang Fan's tone was extremely flat, but the fishermen only felt as if a mountain was pressed on their hearts, and they couldn't breathe if they didn't say all the words.

There were many large trees on all sides, rocks turned over, and in some places covered with a layer of hoarfrost, and many shellfish washed up on the shore, and there should have been other things, but they were probably picked up by the fishermen, leaving only these useless shells.

Seeing all this, Zhang Fan knew more or less in his heart, a flash of divine light flashed in his eyes, and his breath was immediately released.

"Ah~"

The short and fat young man in front of the shrine was foaming at the mouth, shivering, looking at it with a stiff neck, and seeing Zhang Fan's cold gaze, his heart almost jumped out in fright.

"Come here!"

The sound of thunder sounded, and the short and fat young man shouted "bitter" in his heart, but he didn't dare to delay, seeing Zhang Fan's back when he turned to leave, he hurriedly pushed aside a group of mortals and chased after him repeatedly.

(To be continued)