"Why? Heaven is doing this to our Holy Clan?"

"What did we do wrong?"

Wu Lao, this rickety is so stiff that it is parallel to the ground, and an old face has to be raised high to be able to compete with Zhang Fan's usual old man, suddenly trembling and hoarse, as if he is complaining about something.

tried his best and sacrificed endlessly, but at the last moment Zhang Fan intervened in it, the strength and weakness were different, and the success fell short, to this point, even if he was a real person at the level of Yuanying, he couldn't help but cry, every word was like a chant to worship the sky, and the wilderness was full of vicissitudes, as if he was questioning the sky, and he seemed to be torturing himself.

"Why? What did you do wrong?"

Zhang Fan looked at the disfigured Wu Lao, looked at the countless suddenly sad and angry eyes below, and shook his head secretly.

The Wu Lao who appeared in front of him at this time was no longer a real Yuan Infant real person, and with his cultivation realm, he could clearly feel that the Yuan Infant in Wu Lao's body was scattered, fused with his own essence and flesh and blood, and was completely indistinguishable from each other.

That's not a good thing.

The so-called Yuanying Avenue is that the essence and spirit converge into the Yuanying and transform into a new life model, which has both the advantages of the human body itself and the freedom to transcend heaven and earth.

Now Wu Lao's situation is reversed, scattering the Yuan Infant all around, in exchange for a temporary supernatural power.

Seeing Wu Lao in such a state, and then thinking of Si Ya, who was sitting in the stone house and couldn't even put on clothes, the tragic situation of these two dignified primordial babies made Zhang Fan say anything other than shaking his head?

In the past, it was said that the power of the explosion of the Heavenly God Fire Pillar almost killed the two Yuan Ying real people on the spot, and this witch elder even paid the price of his life in exchange for the freedom of movement in a short period of time.

If Zhang Fan hadn't appeared, with his current situation, he would have been able to hold Siya back, and the more than 1,000 remnant powerhouses who followed him would naturally be able to slaughter the last elite of Broken Mountain City, and since then they have achieved their goals with great sacrifices.

However, Zhang Fan intervened!

A true person in his heyday was an irresistible force for both sides, and it was extremely unfortunate for the remnants that he was on the side of Broken Mountain City.

Wu Lao, and the more than 1,000 remnants under him, what can they do except accuse the sky?

"What did you do wrong?"

"You really don't know?"

Wu Lao's voice seemed to have some unique charm, the sound of the vicissitudes of life and the ancient sacrifice to the heavens actually dispelled the fear in the hearts of all the remnants, and many people forced themselves to get up and glared angrily.

At this time, a clear voice spread everywhere.

"Boom~"

The clouds in the sky gathered, the boundless spiritual power condensed, and a golden and brilliant portal was like a gate of heaven, descending to the mortal dust.

In the golden light that covers the sky, in the beauty, the goddess scatters flowers, and the sound of heaven lingers endlessly, a figure walks out from the gate of heaven.

In the sky above, the golden crow is in the sky, the black cry is shaking the sky, the unyielding arrogance is turned into the dignity of the world and the majesty that cannot be disobeyed, the sun is golden, and the clouds are dyed.

Under the golden crow, in front of the gate of heaven, Zhang Fan came in the air, and a [***] appeared on the back of his head, and a thousand zhang of light dyed Zhou's body with a layer of gorgeous gold edges.

Tianmen, Hongyue, Jinwu, under the background of this solemn and solemn background, Zhang Fan is like a god in the sky, and his majesty is as if he is questioning on behalf of the sky.

"The Ancient Holy Emperor, starting from the end of the micro, revitalized the human race, and the gods and beasts of heaven and earth competed for living space, and since then the human race has only stood in the forest of heaven and earth. ”

"The primeval saints, the descendants of the Holy Empress, the pride of mankind, worship the ancestral spirits of heaven and earth, control the holy son and demon gods, and counterattack the heavenly court with the primeval supernatural powers, compete with the demon gods, and win the battle, so that human beings are above all beings, the son of heaven and earth, and the respect of all living beings. ”

"Step by step, this glorious road of mankind is paved with blood and bones, and entrusted by countless ancestors. ”

"Zhang, I really respect it! I was born late, and I can't kill the heavenly court with my predecessors and bring the human race to the top of all beings, which is really a pity. ”

Zhang Fan's words and sentences, shocked the heavens and the earth, all of them are the glory of the Holy Clan, and the glory of his ancestors seems to be contrary to his position.

The human immortal cultivators on the side of the Broken Mountain City looked at each other, and the remnants of the Holy Clan were both proud and surprised, and for a moment the whole world was strangely silent, only Zhang Fan's voice was still spreading melodiously.

"Compared with your ancestors, Wu Lao, the remnants, would rather be worthy of it?"

"Take human beings as sacrifices, sacrifice brothers and sisters, just to please those demon gods? You trampled under your feet the pride that your ancestors shed their blood for and sacrificed everything, if the Holy Emperor has a spirit, you will be ashamed to have unworthy descendants, you will call the Holy Emperor Taigu, and you will talk about the proud ancestors of your ancestors, rather than be ashamed?"

If the preface is all about praising the pride of the remnants of the Holy Race, the next few sentences are to lift all the veils and directly draw them in their faces and into their hearts.

The words of great power, word by word, like a river bursting its embankment, were about to break the last embankment in the hearts of the remnants, and as soon as these words came out, Wu Lao's old face, which was already full of wrinkles, suddenly dimmed.

"Say no more!"

Feeling those confused gazes behind him, Wu Lao's voice suddenly rose: "What do you know? How do you know the suffering of my holy clan, the cruelty of your immortal cultivators, if not, how can we survive to this day, I am afraid that we will be driven out and killed by you long ago." ”

"Oh, in order to survive, you can trample on the glory of your ancestors, contrary to the ideal of your ancestors' blood spilled in the sky?"

Zhang Fan smiled and said without hesitation.

In his opinion, the survival of a natural race is far above all else, but for these remnants of the Holy Race, the glory and pride of their ancestors is almost the only reason why they can hold on to this day.

"Enough, the king is defeated and defeated, now it falls into your hands, the old man has nothing to say, let's do it!"

The witch boss shouted, and the boundless blood qi of the blood-colored altar under his feet spread, pouring into his body, and the naked eye could see that his flesh and blood were gradually plump, and even the collapsed waist pole slowly straightened up.

Zhang Fan didn't pay any attention to his actions, and his expression never changed at all.

At this moment, the voice of the bitter Taoist sounded in his head: "Boy, you don't want to kill them?"

The previous scene was Zhang Fan's imitation of the wise wolf king, silently exerting the magic power of "locking the gate of heaven", pitying more than a thousand remnants below, except for the old witch, everyone has been locked out of the gate of heaven, and it is difficult to enter an inch in his life.

"What are you going to do with them?"

Zhang Fan's expression did not move, his eyes did not leave Wu Lao's eyes, and he said indifferently: "I still have something to ask them?

"Oh!"

The ascetic man replied with understanding, and immediately chuckled, and said, "When I meet you, these remnants can be regarded as eight lifetimes of mold." ”

Zhang Fan smiled and didn't answer, after a few words, his expression has not changed, let Wu Lao do it, only when Wu Lao's gaze accidentally drifted to the golden Wufa phase, he suddenly froze, and the light in his eyes was like substance.

"Wu Lao!"

Zhang Fan suddenly smiled and said loudly: "Zhang has a few words to ask, this person should be regarded as Zhang's sincerity!"

"Whew~"

Before the words fell, the wind howled, and a coquettish cry was hidden in the wind.

As his sleeves spread, the wind passed, and a petite figure was captured by the frozen red flower valley of his talent, and fell into the group of remnants.

Zhang Fan touched softly, and when the petite woman landed, she was almost silent, as if she was supported by a soft cushion.

......, "Gui'er, where are you going?"

"Gui'er wants to go to the big city that my mother said to have a look and learn again. ”

"And then?"

"If you come back from learning your skills, the people in the tribe won't bully Gui'er. ”

"Don't you want to stay in the city?"

"No, my mother said, it's all very good there, but Gui'er still wants to go back to the tribe. ”

...... Looking at the girl who sat on the ground, her eyes flickered, and she was stubborn and unrepentant in shame, for some reason, the scenes and sentences when she first met her all emerged from Zhang Fan's memory.

Gui'er, the little girl that Zhang Fan brought back on a whim, did practice what she had said, but this process was unimaginable to the two of them back then.

Everyone has their own insistence, which can be described as persistence, and Gui'er's obsession with returning to the tribe and being respected, for a while, it is not even possible to say whether it is a demon or not, after all, in her opinion, maybe they, human immortal cultivators, are the real alien race.

"Wu Lao, it must be the one who sent the message to Gui'er to the heavens, and now this seat will send it back to show his heart. ”

"Oh, the old man confessed, if you have something to say, just ask!"

It seems that with the appearance of Gui'er, the tense atmosphere has disappeared, and the two people, who are about to break out into an earth-shattering confrontation, actually talk eloquently.

What's even more strange is that in the process, the two didn't look at Gui'er much, as if she didn't exist.

In fact, there is not much difference between her and her, just an introduction, a step.

The strength and weakness are clear, as the last strong man on the side of the Holy Clan, Wu Lao needs to retain the seeds of the Holy Clan, not the fighting spirit, and naturally will not let go of any possible opportunity, so it is natural that there is this scene.

"Good!"

Zhang Fan nodded with satisfaction, he could meet an interesting person, and he could save a lot of effort.

"Elder Wu, do you know what kind of demon god this is?"

Zhang Fan smiled slightly, and asked casually.

As soon as these words came out, the golden Wufa Xiang behind him seemed to understand his thoughts, and suddenly, the golden flames of the sun spread all over his body, soaring violently, almost burning through the sky.

The huge body stretched, the three-legged symbol of the surname stood in the air, the wings were wide open, and the eyes were like electricity, looking at the four directions!

Zhang Fan's words, the power of Jin Wufa Xiang was revealed, and in an instant, the pupils in the dark old eyes of the old man suddenly shrank.

(To be continued)