Unconsciously, the golden red color dyed the clouds in the eastern sky.

A round of red said, jumping out of the top of the mountain, the darkness gradually receded, and the light shone on the earth, and it was another day.

The rising sun struck the streets of Fangshi with great difficulty, and sprinkled the streets of Fangshi, as if decorating the bluestone pavement with a layer of golden clothes.

In the past, with the first rays of light, the flow of people on the entire street will gradually increase, not far from the bustling prosperity.

But what appeared in front of Zhang Fan's eyes at this time was a dead silence, not to mention the crowd, not even the sound of chickens and dogs barking, only the sporadic sound of ghosts crying, coming from afar.

Dead City!

After the last resistance disappeared, this fang market was already a typical dead city, only Zhang Fan walked through the streets, and other than that, only the ghosts that could not be avoided remained.

That's right, it's avoided.

Zhang Fan was holding the Netherworld White Bone Banner, as long as there was a Yin Ghost who did not dodge in time, he was swept into the banner without even looking at it.

The banner rolled, as if a big wave was rolling, and the yin spirit screamed and disappeared in an instant, and a faint fluctuation came from the netherworld white bone banner.

This is one of the functions of the Netherworld Bone Banner, to capture and collect the ghosts.

Otherwise, the dwarf would not have so many yin souls to fill Zhang Fan's knife edge, but unfortunately, in the previous battle, the yin souls in the white bone banner were consumed as much as ninety percent, and it was empty at this time, if it wasn't for the rush to Banxian Hall, Zhang Fan would have to make up for it here.

With the Netherworld White Bone Banner in his hand, Zhang Fan would not spend spiritual power to kill the Yin Soul, let alone let the eager demon babies go out, although it would help them advance, but it would waste some time, and he couldn't afford to waste any time now.

Maybe it's because of the pity of God, this journey has gone a lot smoother, not only all the yin souls have retreated, but even the other ancient remnants have not encountered any of them, and soon, they came to the front of the half-idle hall.

As soon as he stopped, Zhang Fan's face sank, and the faint look of anticipation was instantly replaced by heavy anxiety.

The door of the semi-idle hall suddenly opened, not an ordinary opening, but a forced opening.

Zhang Fan's eyes were just such a scene, the thick wooden door was full of scratching marks, and a big black hole in the middle was extremely irregular, as if it had been pounced on by a tiger and torn apart.

In this case, it is obvious that the people inside closed the door and resisted, but they were ruthlessly broken into by the Yin Spirit.

Zhang Fan didn't have time to take a closer look, and rushed over.

The gate, which was about to fall apart, brushed his body, and immediately collapsed, and before it could hit the ground, it burned like firewood, but it was caused by Zhang Fan's agitation and the flames around him.

In the semi-idle hall, it is dark and gloomy, and the sunlight cannot penetrate it, and the flames around Zhang Fan are the best lighting.

In the light of the fire, the situation in the lobby on the first floor is clearly visible.

The counters on both sides were broken all over the ground, and the ground was sprinkled with all kinds of magic weapons. These things, which usually make low-level monks rush to it, just fell to the ground so desolately, and no one cared for them.

Ahead, the staircase leading to the second floor collapsed, and the traces of the Five Elements Spell were obvious, apparently caused by accidentally injuring the stairs when he was condescending to resist.

"Huh?"

Even if the mood was agitated, it didn't affect Zhang Fan's judgment, as soon as he entered, the situation in the hall was in full view, and after a little time in his mind, a conclusion was reached.

"There are outsiders to help!"

Judging from the traces of legal arts, as well as the fact that there are layers of resistance, none of them can be caused by his grandfather, an immortal cultivator of the seventh layer of the Qi refining period, with his strength, he can only barely compete with a Yin Soul, and he will definitely not be able to achieve such a result.

Not to mention...... Zhang Fan lifted his feet, and a shrunken thing flew up with his movements, supported by an invisible force, allowing it to slowly float in front of him.

On closer inspection, this shrunken thing has a tail as large as a horse's tail, two front paws are small and sharp like pangolins, with thin fleshy wings under the armpits like bats, and the hind paws are webbed ducks, and the rest of the parts are a mouse, or rather, a monster similar to a mouse.

The reason why it is said to be a demon beast is because there is a faint demonic aura on its body. However, this demonic aura is a little weaker, and if you don't check it carefully, you can hardly tell it.

"Wasse!"

As soon as he saw it clearly, Zhang Fan immediately recognized its roots.

The motle, one of the zero-order demon beasts, can be said to be the weakest existence among the demon beasts, and a more powerful domestic cat can prey on it, which shows that it is weak.

If it weren't for the fact that it did have a faint demonic aura on its body, and at the same time there were some magical powers that ordinary rats could not match, it was really hard to imagine that such a weak thing could be among the demon beasts.

As the old saying goes: "Teng Yu has no feet and soars, and the mole is poor and poor." ”

The former is capable, the latter is despised, presumably on a par with the mole, and if the snake knows, it should also be ashamed.

What is the Teng Snake? It is a different species of dragon, a first-class powerful demon beast of the Fire God, and if it flies, it will become a heavenly dragon, and in the ancient times, it could be regarded as a powerful existence on the rampant side.

What about the mole?

Can fly can not cross the house, can not be poor wood, can not swim in the valley, can not hide in the hole, can not walk can not be the ancestors, is the so-called five abilities but not skills, that is to say, there are five kinds of supernatural powers, but none of them have any effect, referred to as waste.

But this kind of waste is not useless, at least its reproductive ability is really incomparably strong, and it can still be seen everywhere in the case of countless natural enemies, even in the Fang Market of Immortal Cultivators, there are many of its figures.

It was not surprising that it appeared here, but the strange thing was that on the not very spacious hall, there were dozens of such mole corpses, and most of them died in the confrontation with the Yin Spirit.

This can be seen from the stiff and shriveled corpse of the motle, which is a manifestation of the erosion of yin qi into the body and death.

Zhang Fan frowned slightly, withdrew his spiritual power, and let the body of the motle fall to the ground, making a hard "bang" sound.

If it is left unattended for a hundred years, with the degree of yin qi in its body, it can transform into a moat zombie, which is the terrifying effect of yin qi.

"Who is it that helps resist and can call the mole to help?"

Zhang Fan couldn't help but be suspicious.

Naturally, it is impossible for the mole to fight the Yin Spirit here without injustice, and it is obvious that someone has summoned it to do so.

With the question in his heart, Zhang Fan's body moved, and with a flicker, he appeared on the second floor, and he was familiar with the way and moved forward quickly.

At this time, he still didn't hear any sound of fighting, and his heart couldn't help but sink.

"No, it won't. ”

"Definitely not!"

Zhang Fan kept comforting himself in his heart, and his speed did not decrease, and he soon came to a portal.

He came along the traces of the battle all the way, from the downstairs to here, the intensity of the battle kept rising, to this point, in Zhang Fan's eyes, it was already a magical power that only monks in the foundation building period could have.

At the same time, there are more and more corpses of the mole, especially in front of the portal, which is piled up like a hill, thinking that at the critical moment, grandpa and the monk who came to help should use the werewolf to block the yin spirit, and he hid in the room.

These thoughts flashed, and Zhang Fan's gaze was fixed on the portal.

Still open, still broken, this wooden door, vaguely the appearance of the outside gate.

This is the old man's usual residence.

Seeing it, Zhang Fan couldn't help but think of the old man's hearty smile and red face, and hesitated for a while, but he didn't dare to move, for fear that not far ahead, across this broken portal, something unbearable was waiting for him.

The heart is cold, as if in the cold winter wax moon, immersed in the depths of the water.

After struggling for a long time, Zhang Fan still endured it, slowly stretched out his hand, trembled slightly, and put it on the wooden door.

"Boom!", the wooden door broke open, as if he was afraid that he would lose his courage in one breath, Zhang Fan did not stop for a moment, and immediately walked inside.

"Huh?"

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Fan almost opened his eyes fiercely, not wanting to see it, and immediately said in surprise.

His face was first surprised, then ecstatic, and finally confused.

Surprised, I didn't expect that in this last place of resistance, there was still no trace of grandpa and others, and the ecstasy was because he had never seen the body, at least he didn't have to face the pain of his grandfather's death, and he hesitated outside the door for a long time, in fact, in his heart, he had already prepared for the worst.

Doubt, is no longer here, where can they be?

Holding this question, Zhang Fan's eyes instantly swept through the room.

The room wasn't very big, and at a glance, everything was in full view.

The dilapidated and damaged places were several times more serious than those outside, and it was almost impossible to find shards the size of a palm, all of which were shattered into powder by the violent force.

This is the venting of anger, the instinctive catharsis when the target cannot be found.

The traces of the Five Elements Spell are everywhere, and the situation is roughly the same as the outside world, and it is thought that it was left by the person who drew his sword to help.

The strangest thing is that there is also an incomparably abundant aura, even after such a long time, it still lingers in this small room.

Following the source of the aura, Zhang Fan found some traces under the cover of a pile of moat corpses.

With a wave of his sleeve, all the corpses flew away, revealing what was hidden underneath, "This is ......"

At first sight, Zhang Fan's face was stunned at first, and then ecstatic, and finally put it back in his stomach with his heart hanging high, but the reality did not show the most cruel side in front of him after all.

On the ground, the complex and mysterious lines are delicately imprinted on the ground, harmonious and beautiful, like a picture with exquisite composition.

Although there are all kinds of scratches and dents on the lines above, Zhang Fan can still easily identify them:

Teleportation Array !!

(To be continued)