"Return to the Fa Xiangzong!"

As soon as these words came out, even Zhang Fan himself couldn't help but feel excited, and unconsciously raised his eyes, his eyes seemed to be able to pass through the infinite space barrier, and saw the Fang City at the foot of the mountain, which was like the blessed land of the immortal family, and the mountain gate of the Faxiangzong on the Lianyun Mountain Range, which was like a blessed land of the immortal family.

Not only him, but the old man's breathing also became slightly shorter, his old man's feelings for Faxiangzong and that heaven and earth were far above Zhang Fan.

"Let's go!"

With a low shout, the doom cloud car suddenly appeared from his hand, turned into a large cloud, wrapped everyone in one, and threw it all together.

Immediately, there was a roar, but the air waves were discharged, and a few muffled sounds, but they broke through the air and roared.

The Doom Cloud Car, this treasure of long-range flight, could not be more suitable for use here, he didn't need to care about the safety of a group of low-level disciples, just with a shocking momentum, roaring through the entire territory of Qinzhou.

Zhang Fan did not choose the nearest route, but drew a big arc along the land of Qinzhou along the place where he used to travel.

Along the way, except for the mountains. In addition to the lush forests and bamboos, there are more desolations.

The white bones are exposed in the wild, and there is no rooster crowing for thousands of miles. The people are left behind, and the thought breaks people's intestines.

The practice of cultivating immortals underground is very different from that of Kyushu sects such as the Faxiang Sect, and the most basic is that as soon as it has a foothold, it will build self-defense and move residents into it.

I don't know how many people have lost their livelihoods, how many souls have died in vain, and there are even more people who are reluctant to leave their homeland, who have died under magical spells, violent corpses in the wild, and wild dogs and poisonous snakes have gnawed at them for hundreds of years, leaving only the remnants of bones scattered in the grass.

Countless abandoned villages, countless abandoned mountain towns, and fields overgrown with weeds, buried by dust, gravel, bricks and tiles, and abandoned wells are like a scene of the end of the world.

Qinzhou is the place with a small population in Kyushu, and after this catastrophe, if you don't move the population, I'm afraid that there will be no hundreds of years, don't want to recover.

In fact, if you come slowly, it may not be like this, and the practice of cultivating the thirty-six cities in the underground immortal realm may not be wrong.

However, regarding their situation and each other's situation, those immortal cultivators in the underground immortal cultivation realm are afraid that they are much clearer than Zhang Fan.

After contacting and fighting, how could they not know the strength of the three sects of Qinzhou led by Fa Xiangzong, so how could they not have doubts about their sudden closure of the mountain and the surrender of the huge Qinzhou?

In this world, who is more stupid than whom? At the level of this kind of state-lifting war, all the conspiracies and tricks are just jokes, and the comparison is strength, and the contest is the yang scheme, and the way to oppress people with power and force is the royal means.

Just as the three sects of Qinzhou did.

Seal the mountain for a hundred years, endure the humiliation for a while, recuperate, and change a generation of heroes.

Give up to each other, get a hundred years of peace, take a step back, have to isolate and buffer.

The three major underground cities led by the White Bone City made it clear that the three sects of Qinzhou were used as spearmen, and the resources were destroyed, and Qinzhou became a scorched earth for a hundred years, but it also put itself on the cusp.

In the past 100 years, there are foreign forces into Qinzhou, they are the vanguard of resistance, after all, the homeland can not be returned, the last place of survival, there is no compromise; a hundred years later, the three sects of Qinzhou have returned strongly, the first to eliminate them is them, in order to raise morale, to shock the eight directions, waiting for them, must be a thunderous blow.

These old monsters of the three major underground cities don't know, but what can they do? They can only follow the other party's assumptions, step by step.

Knowing this, how could they not be in a hurry for quick success, within a hundred years, it is not only the three major sects of Qinzhou such as the Faxiang Sect that need to recover their vitality and improve their strength, but also their underground immortal cultivators.

For the sake of resources, in order to gain time, I don't know how many mortals were driven into the ore, into the dense forest, crying blood for a piece of ore, and dying for a spiritual grass.

This is the truth, the cruel truth hidden under the chessboard of Gao Ming Yangmou and the superiors.

"Is this right or wrong?"

Looking at all this in front of him, he couldn't help but think of Qinzhou, which was prosperous a hundred years ago, and Zhang Fan, who was originally in favor of the approach of the three sects, inevitably hesitated.

A road paved by tens of millions, or even more living beings, is covered with white bones, cold ghosts and fires, unjust souls crying, and endless grievances.

But this is the best, and even the only way to survive the book, to go, or not to go?

For a while, even Zhang Fan's hard-hearted heart was unbearable when he saw this result.

In the foreseeable future, he will inevitably ascend to such a high position, so when faced with a similar choice, what decision can he make?

Silently, not externally, but in the heart!

...... Crossing the cloud car, whistling above the clouds, looking up to the sky on the ground, but seeing thousands of miles of clouds, looming waves, if you want a clear sky, smokeless clouds and fog sea, you can see a thick cloud, five colors, urgent like lightning, instantaneous.

Lianyun Mountain Range, that huge body, gradually appeared on the horizon, revealing its grandeur.

Across the land of Qinzhou, the tiger is in the dragon pan, the whale swallows the Qinzhou gas vein, above all directions, there is a river overlook, the benefits of the whole state, it is for the Lianyun Mountains, it is for the mountain gate of the Faxiangzong, it is a real treasure.

Near, first the mountain range is endless, and then the lonely peak is high and extremely high, there is a dense purple gas on it, and the whole state is lucky;

"Finally, it's back!"

Unconsciously, the car slowed down, not because of the cowardice of the hometown, but because the scene was so familiar, since entering Qinzhou, at this time, there was a feeling of going home.

In the past, it was said that the Faxiang Zongfang City, which was destroyed in the war, has returned to its old view in a short period of time, looking at it from a high altitude, you can still see a small black dot in the activity, the war is rekindled, but the Fang City has been opened, and monks from all walks of life gathered, taking what they need from each other, so it is not lively.

Just from this place where Zhang Fan grew up, you can know what kind of surname this battle with the underground immortal cultivation world is.

He didn't enter Defang City, but went back to the old shop or old mansion to see if everything was as it should be.

It's not that I don't want to, but I can't!

At the mountain gate of Faxiangzong, the faintly fluctuating breath told him that the main drama was singing, how could he, the protagonist, not appear?

Condensing auspicious gathering, white cranes soar and gather, there are clouds and mist rising and winding, floating on the top, if the umbrella opens up; hanging down, like driving the fog to fly into the sky.

The scene of the mountain gate of the Faxiangzong in the past, after a hundred years, appeared in front of Zhang Fan again, the difference is that even if it is still separated by a distance of hundreds of zhang, an invisible throbbing still clearly comes from the sky above the mountain gate.

Raise your eyes to look, but see the blue sky and white say, the brilliance of the stars looms, sometimes there is the sound of the dragon chanting Daze, the tiger roaring in the deep mountains; the common light and shadow are mottled, and the sky is flying away, and the huge body looms.

"Zhou Tian Xingchen Great Array!"

Zhang Fan's eyes froze, and unconsciously, the whole person was tense, and his consciousness suddenly let go, if he was about to leave, he was entangled in the obscure breath above the mountain gate.

He did the same thing, and there was a bitter person hidden in his body.

The ancient treasures of the Faxiang Sect - the prestige of the Zhou Tian Xingchen Diagram, the strange use of the inheritance of the Faxiang, and the amazing power of the manifestation array, his old man has not been interested in it for a day or two.

The Faxiang Sect stands tall and does not know tens of thousands, no matter in which period, it is a famous sect, even if it is the status of the ascetic person in the past, the cultivation is the realm, and it is not so easy to observe one side.

Now that I have the opportunity, how can I not get a glimpse of the secret.

"Oops!"

I never thought that as soon as I touched it, it was like grasping the cotton, but I didn't find the sharp steel needle hidden in it, and it was instantly pierced on the back of the hand, and the pain entered the bone marrow.

"Damn, boy, what kind of bird formation do you have in the Faxiang Sect, you still know how to pick people?"

That kind of severe pain from the depths of the soul, even if the bitter Taoist only has the broken Yuan Infant left, he is still "hissing" in pain, as if otherwise, it is not enough to vent the depression in his heart.

Zhang Fanwan smiled, his divine sense was not blocked, but at the moment of contact, it seemed to touch a film, and it immediately pierced through it, effortlessly.

"What's going on?"

Just gave birth to this question, suddenly felt a burst of breath floating behind him, looked back, but saw the golden black law, unconsciously hanging in the air, flapping his wings and raising his head, as if he wanted to cry out, piercing the world.

"I see!"

As soon as Zhang Fan thought about it, he also understood, obviously it was the law minister in his body, and he was in the big array. Although the ascetic man is much stronger than him when it comes to divine consciousness, he is still a little inadequate in front of the great array that has manifested the ancient treasures, so isn't this a loss?

At the same time as the law suddenly appeared, everyone on the Doomyun car also gathered their eyes.

Who doesn't know, the monk of the Faxiangzong showed the Faxiangzong, that is, he was going to do it, and now he has arrived at the mountain gate of the Faxiangzong, what does Zhang Fan mean by doing this?

If it weren't for Zhang Fan's passing by Liwei at Fulong Mountain a few days ago, I'm afraid someone would have been unable to help but ask.

It can't be said that he is peeking into his own sect's housekeepers, right? Zhang Fan smiled to himself, shook his head, and withdrew the Fa Xiang, and at the same time, his feet shook, and he suddenly stopped.

"Bang~~Bang~~~"

As if echoing his movements, at the mountain gate of Faxiangzong, the sound was extremely crisp, straight into the depths of people's souls, as if it was the sound of jade chimes coming from the heart, suddenly sounding.

Accompanied by the sound of the jade chime of the disciples summoned by the Faxiang Sect, there are still all kinds of elegant music, like the vast heavenly sounds, converging together to form a song of heaven, tactful and melodious, with the beauty of winding around the beam, and without losing the solemn majesty, echoing in the whole heaven and earth.

"Boom!"

The clouds and mist rolled, the dazzling golden light came out, and an avenue, through the inside and outside, spread out, and went straight to the front of the cloud car, under Zhang Fan's feet.

"Disciple, meet Patriarch Zhang!"

"Patriarch He, set foot on the Yuanying Avenue, become a thousand years of life, nearly immortal, and have a great freedom in the law!"

Thousands of voices, words and sentences, converged into a solemn and solemn atmosphere, shattering the stratus clouds, breaking through the fog, and the scene inside the Faxiang Sect appeared in front of him.

(To be continued)