"Bang bang bang!"

The wind stopped suddenly, and two men and a woman fell to the ground.

The two men in black were much more embarrassed, a black robe embroidered with a white bone pattern that was almost torn into strips of cloth and hung on their two bodies in embarrassment, and the girl in white was much better, but there were some more stains on the white clothes, and the slightest trembling of her delicate body had disappeared.

However, the three of them were unaware of this problem, and they all looked at the direction of the source of the momentum that was like a stormy sea and was about to drown them almost instantly.

Just looking at it, the three of them changed color in unison.

As far as the eye can see, it is barren, and the lush greenery of a moment ago is now only the broken trees everywhere, as if a violent wind is passing through and raging.

This destruction, as if under control, was stopped less than ten feet in front of the three of them, and if they were advancing a little bit, at that time, in the blink of an eye, the three of them would have died in a daze.

"Wow!

When the two men in black saw this scene, they were almost stunned, but it was the girl in white who shouted coquettishly as if she was very worshipful.

Immediately, four figures suddenly appeared in the distance and strolled over.

Miles away, people looked like they were just small black dots, and they couldn't see it at all, but they all knew in their hearts that the person who was in front must be the supreme master who caused the previous scene.

Without him, at this time, above Zhang Fan, the golden black law phase was still slowly retracting the golden flame of the sun, and the monstrous aura slowly melted into the air, gradually dimming.

"Faxiang!"

The three of them exclaimed at the same time, the woman in white was a local monk in Qinzhou, and the two black-clothed monks had not fought with the monks of the Faxiang Sect, just half an hour ago, they still had a profound experience, and at the first time, they recognized the unique supernatural power of the Faxiang Sect - Faxiang!

At this moment, a different color suddenly appeared on the face of the woman in white, as if she was surprised, if she was happy, a little hazy taste was in it, and words could not describe it all.

The reaction of the two men in black was much more direct.

"Let's go!"

The two men in black didn't even have the courage to look at each other's faces, so they got up from the ground with a "sting" and turned around to escape.

In their eyes, it is obvious that running away at this time is the best choice, such a strong man, if he faces it head-on, he is simply powerless to resist, and if he runs away now, maybe the other party will not necessarily chase after him.

What they thought was not wrong, if it was another time, Zhang Fan really didn't bother to pay attention to them, but now, it is the time to return to Qinzhou after a hundred years, how can he not find out the reason.

The wind of destruction before happened to stop in front of the three of them, how could it be a fluke, naturally Zhang Fan deliberately stayed to inquire about the news, this is going to let them run, Zhang Fan, who had just demonstrated towards the entire Qinzhou, could really find a crack to drill down.

"Are you all right?"

The two black-clothed monks had just taken a step, and they didn't even have time to control the magic weapon to float in the air, so they felt that their bodies were as if they were embellished with a weight of 10,000 catties, and with a "bang", they were suddenly pressed down.

For foundation-building monks like them, Zhang Fan didn't even need to make a move now, this was a huge gap in strength like a moat.

Fierce like a flame, soft like a breeze, two strange feelings were one, and in an instant, the four of them were close and stood in front of the girl in white and the two men in black.

Zhang Fan's gaze swept over them, and at first glance, he recognized that the two men in black were the monks of the White Bone City, such a monk of the White Bone City, he had already killed him in the Faxiang Sect Fang City back then.

Then his gaze shifted to the girl in white who was looking curiously.

"Illusion Path?"

Smiling slightly, Zhang Fan asked.

The cultivator of the Illusory Demon Dao, he began to come into contact with it when he was in the Qi refining period, and now in the face of the huge gap in strength, where would he not be able to tell the difference?

What's more, whether it was the dress of the woman in white or the two scimitar-shaped spiritual weapons in her hands, they were all typical of the Illusion Dao style, how could they hide it from his eyes.

Thinking that the girl in front of him was a Magic Dao monk, Zhang Fan unconsciously had a good impression, not because of this girl's appearance and demeanor, not at all under the peerless elegance of Ji Zhiyun and Bai Yiyi in the past, but more importantly, because of pity.

For a moment, he was in a trance, as if he had returned to that flower-filled valley, that warm scene.

"Yes, my name is Youyou, I am a disciple of the Illusion Demon Dao, what is your name, senior?"

The girl in white waved her small hands, whether it was the gauze ribbon wrapped around the trees or the pair of scimitars, they were all wrapped in yarn in an instant and disappeared, and then her eyes sparkled and looked at her with curiosity.

"Yoyo? That's a pretty nice name. ”

Zhang Fan smiled without saying a word, and turned to look at the two black-clothed monks, his gaze turned sharply.

"Seniors don't, we are ......"

"I don't need you to say it!"

Before the two of them finished speaking, they heard Zhang Fan say lightly. As soon as the voice entered my ears, I felt that the wind was howling, and in a moment, my mouth and nose were filled, and the following words were suddenly unable to speak.

That's it, at about the same time, the two of them suddenly felt lighter, and the oppressive force suddenly disappeared, and then, as if there was an infinite suction explosion.

The two of them barely turned their heads before they felt that the flowers in front of them had slid over a hundred zhang distance in an instant, and when they were a little sober, they saw only two palms, infinitely enlarged in front of them.

"Ugh!"

With a muffled snort that seemed to erupt from his nose, the two twitched under Zhang Fan's palm, and the naked eye could see that black light emerged from Zhang Fan's palm, wrapping around the two of them, going back and forth, as if they were exploring something.

"Bang!"

But in an instant, the two of them fell weakly from Zhang Fan's palm and smashed to the ground, and suddenly a shallow pit fell under them, and blood gushed out from their mouths and noses.

After a few convulsions, the two stopped moving.

If the soul is destroyed, how can it survive in the world for a long time?

- Soul Search**!

As soon as he returned to the Qinzhou territory, the first magical power Zhang Fan used was soul searching**.

Now he feels more and more that this magical power is easy to use, and the choice he made in the gourd realm back then was really wise.

A low-level monk like the Blackfriar is not worth wasting time torturing and torture at all, and directly searching for souls.

This time he performed soul searching**, Zhang Fan did not browse the memories of these two people, and there was no need for that, but he instantly shattered their souls, and then read the most impressive things in the recent period.

"It's ......"

Zhang Fan's original attitude was a bit arbitrary, and when he saw the most profound memories of the two of them in a short period of time, the scene that appeared exactly the same appeared suddenly with a condensed expression, and he no longer ignored it before.

However, this solemnity lasted less than a snap of his fingers, and no one could even detect this from his face.

"The length of the birds, the sound of blue thunder, the strange colors of the five colors, the six elephants of the gods, and the fire of the Southern Ming!"

"Southern Suzaku!"

Extracted from the memories of the two, the most impressive thing is the terrifying scene of the Southern Vermilion Bird sweeping across the battlefield.

At that time, Nanming left the fire and burned everything, the sky was red, the earth was dyed with vermilion, the mountains melted, and the lake dried up!

These two people are the survivors of that battle, so they are like frightened birds, and at that moment, the divine power of the southern Vermilion Bird cannot be imprinted.

"Nangong is hopeless!"

After a pause, this name, which had left a deep impression on Zhang Fan when he was a teenager and had been regarded as a goal for many years, came out of his mouth again.

"Yes, Nangong's seniors are in the battlefield of Fulong Mountain to suppress the formation for me and other juniors, seniors, do you have an old relationship with Nangong's seniors?"

The girl in white named Youyou, who had a bit of a taste of seeing the stitches, took over the conversation and chattered.

"Little girl, you're very curious!"

Zhang Fan looked back and said with a smile.

As if frightened by his gaze, he retreated slightly, and the pair of silk shoes no longer fell to the ground silently at this time, and there was a "rustle" sound like a rhyme when they rubbed on the ground.

Suddenly, looking at the leisurely movements, Zhang Fan smiled dumbly, waved his sleeves, and suddenly with a "boom", a bush burst less than three feet behind her, instantly turning into a torch and burning.

In the flames and black smoke, several array flags fell, and they were planted diagonally on the ground, scattered and desolate.

"Little girl, this kind of method, just keep it to deal with such a stupid person, you don't have to use it in front of Zhang. ”

Zhang Fan said with a smile, while his gaze swept over those array flags.

Obviously, this little girl, who led these two black-clothed monks here, just wanted to rely on the formation to yin the other party, but it was quite cunning.

"Huh, these flags are good, there is almost no damage in this way, it seems that you still have a good elder, little girl. ”

Before, he just hit it casually, that is, to scare the little girl, but that kind of power is not something that a first-class magic weapon can resist.

Now it seems that the refining method of this set of array flags is quite extraordinary, and there are obvious traces of the illusionary demon path, which should be given by the elders of the sect.

"Of course, Yoyo's mother and father are very powerful!"

Frightened, as if threatening, but looking at her frowning, as if she was worried, how did she look like a bluff.

Whether they are powerful or not, Zhang Fan doesn't put it in his eyes, but laughs it off.

"But not as good as you!"

Youyou stuck out his tongue, suddenly changed his words, and then asked with great interest: "Senior, your name is Zhang Fan?"

"Huh?"

Zhang Fan was slightly puzzled, and immediately reacted, he had shouted before, thinking that he was heard by this little girl.

"Not bad!"

There is nothing to hide, Zhang Fan nodded casually, answered, and was not ready to entangle with this little girl anymore, and asked casually: "Which direction is Fulong Mountain?"

This is obviously a small place, at least he and Xiang Ming have never heard of it, so he asked more.

"Great!"

Hearing this, Youyou immediately clenched his fists and said, "Are you going to Fulong Mountain to help in the battle, I'll lead the way!"

(To be continued)