"Dark River real people, just like that?"

Except for the two warring people, the only Yuanying real person in the field, Nangong, was hopeless, and down to the juniors, they were all stunned, and they couldn't believe their eyes.

Although he was looking forward to his own Yuanying Zhenren winning, and he was also cheering and cheering for Zhang Fan's advantage, but when this scene really appeared, there was silence, as if everyone was holding their breath for a moment.

At that time, the huge area, like the silence of the night, only the sound of "rustling" echoed between heaven and earth.

The source of this sound was directly below where Zhang Fan made the last earth-shattering blow, shattering the star space and shattering the real body of the Dark River.

There, it is also the head of Fulong Mountain, the dragon head that rises proudly and roars to the sky.

The dragon head that fell from the sky in a natural disaster decades ago is constantly changing, weathering, cracking, and countless fine lines appearing in front of the eyes of everyone who has followed the prestige, and there are like bright stars shining through, blurring the large area above.

Under the hazy rendering of these starlight, the dust that weathered and dispersed with the wind suddenly brought a bit of the elegance and mystery of stardust, like a dream-like beauty.

"Boom!"

A loud bang erupted, and the starlight revealed in the countless cracks converged together and turned into a pillar of star light, penetrating the sky and the earth!

In the pillar of light, the dragon head of Fulong Mountain collapsed inch by inch, annihilated inch by foot, and finally shattered into powder, blended into heaven and earth, and was never seen again.

In a few moments, the pillar of light converged, the starlight dispersed, and the head of Fulong Mountain was gone, and there was no trace.

Without this symbol surnamed Longshou that fell from the sky, the entire Fulong Mountain looked awkward, like a decapitated earthworm, powerless to struggle, full of scarred and dilapidated.

Yuanying real person, gestures, the power of heaven and earth, at this moment, is fully revealed.

"Whew!"

Seeing all this dissipate, Zhang Fan breathed a sigh of relief, and also recovered from the feeling of killing the real person of the Yuan Infant for the first time with his own strength, and a palm slowly stretched out from the sleeve of his shirt, and in the palm, a Yuan Infant who seemed to be a baby, with fluorescence in the darkness, clenched tightly.

Dark River real people, Yuan Baby!

At this time, the real people of the dark river did not have the fear of facing Nangong's hopeless invitation to war before Zhang Fan appeared, nor did he have all the expressions in the process of fighting with Zhang Fan, silent, gloomy, indescribably lonely and desolate, if the old man was sitting at the entrance of the village, watching the sunset slowly fall, it was another day passing.

All the pride, anger, unwillingness, and struggle are meaningless at this moment, and the Yuanying Zhenren with the status of the Dark River Zhenren will not do some things like dying and scolding, one is useless, and the other is not daring.

Stand high enough to know the true horror.

Low-level monks, anyway, there is nothing important except death, and it is normal to have a mouth before death, venting the grief and anger in your heart, but it is rare among high-level monks like Dark River Zhenren.

At this time, if he dared to speak disrespectfully, Zhang Fan would dare to torture his Yuan Ying for thousands of years, tens of thousands of years, and he would never be freed.

For the second time in his life, he held the Yuanying of Yuanying Zhenren in his hand, and for a while, Zhang Fan said very much: "Dark River Zhenren, this seat will send you liberation, don't forget to find Zhang for revenge in the next life!" and something like that, but in the end, he just shook his head and smiled, without saying a word, and his palms clenched suddenly.

In this world, except for some special supernatural powers, it is still unknown whether there is really an afterlife, and even if there is, under his hands, how can the Dark River True Man be reincarnated as a divine soul?

Smiling self-defeatingly, a red light, like a flash of light on an oil lamp, was brilliant in an instant, returning to silence, and after the splendor faded like a tide, all that was left was a different silence like a dark river surging.

- Soul Destroy!

Zhang Fan didn't leave any chance for the real people of the dark river at all, and directly cut everything off at the source, in his opinion, until this time, it can be regarded as the real dust settled!

Unconsciously, at this time, it was already noon, the scorching flame was hanging high, across the sky, just above Zhang Fan, the dazzling light, enveloping his body, dazzling golden light, like the gods in the sky, the god of war in the world, standing still, majestic and self-generated.

He himself, like the red sky in the sky, is constantly emitting thousands of rays of light, as if he is in the place, that is, the bell of the great glory, faintly competing with the real heavenly great.

At this time, under the gaze of everyone, Zhang Fan's gaze turned, and as a matter of course, he stared at Nangong Wuwang, who was not far away.

Smile freely, step out, the sky is surging, turning into an invisible ladder, every step is like a down-to-earth, leisurely and free, without the slightest smell of fireworks.

As he approached, Nangong Hopeless's gaze became more and more strange, especially when he swept the palm of Zhang Fan's sleeve.

stretched and contracted, the real person of the dark river suddenly looked confused, and the hollow and godless Yuan Ying disappeared into Zhang Fan's sleeve and was no longer visible.

The dignified Yuanying Zhenren, a master who is hopeless to be on an equal footing with Nangong, was still inviting a battle a moment ago, and the Yuanying Zhenren of the same level who wanted to fight or win was completely erased from heaven and earth, leaving the body Yuanying and being accepted for other purposes, and the end can be imagined.

Let's ask, at the same level, asking yourself about the place, Nangong is hopeless, who may not be able to do better than the other party, how can he not change his expression.

"Senior Brother Nangong, I haven't seen you for a hundred years, but your demeanor is still the same, Zhang has seen it. ”

Zhang Fan smiled slightly, staring in front of Nangong's hopeless body, the one-acre Qingyun on his head slowly retracted, and all kinds of magic weapons were suspended on it, shining brightly, and gradually disappeared.

Zhang ...... Senior Brother Zhang, the back waves push the front waves, and there is no hope for old age. ”

Looking at this former junior, after a hundred years, he was already on an equal footing with him, Nangong Hopeless shook his head, quite a bit of a taste of not knowing where to start.

Thinking that he Nangong Hopeless is a generation of arrogance in the eyes of everyone, cultivated by the sect, and even more at the peak of the Yudan a hundred years ago, it is only one step away from Yuanying Avenue.

Before today, he was still full of confidence, and felt that no one could do better than him, and he was worthy of great prestige and the sustenance of the sect.

But with Zhang Fan, who was younger in front of him and did not rely on the sect, but had achieved more brilliant achievements than him in a hundred years, the loss and bitterness suddenly drowned him like a tide.

"Senior Brother Nangong is polite. ”

Zhang Fan's awe-inspiring aura is all over, returning to the basics, not seeing any trace of the peerless powerhouse, fighting the momentum of the sky, but like a hidden world without fighting with the world, tasting tea and pine waves and bamboo waves, leisurely.

"I haven't returned to the sect for a hundred years, the vicissitudes of life, I don't know where Zhang lived in the past, it can be inhabited by snakes, insects, rats and ants, I think that the medicine garden back then, I don't know if it is barren, but there are overgrown weeds and devastation. ”

Zhang Fan said with a little emotion, and there was a faint urge in his heart to return to the sect immediately, see everything he said, and then enter the inheritance hall and comprehend the true meaning of the law.

This impulse came so violently, like a big wave, covering the reef in an instant, if it weren't for Nangong's hopelessness, there was still a little clarity in his heart, I was afraid that he would have turned into a rainbow long ago.

Shaking his head, Nangong Wuwang seemed to be reluctant to mention these past events, so he changed the topic and said, "Senior Brother Zhang has brought his family?"

"Exactly. ”

Zhang Fan bowed slightly, raised his eyebrows, and thought in his heart.

Nangong's hopeless cultivation is a genuine Yuanying realm, coupled with the fact that he has stood by and watched and has not participated in the war, he can naturally clearly grasp the movements around him, and it is not surprising to find Grandpa, Youyou and others.

The reason why Zhang Fan didn't mind his relatives appearing in front of everyone, and he didn't care about showing the three great powers, was all due to his strength.

On the contrary, when you have a certain strength and status, you can completely show your strength, let your weight weigh up, and make people's hearts palpitate, which is the best preservation, and this is true for yourself and your relatives.

Let's ask, when he showed the terrifying power of locking the gate of heaven, defeated Yuan Ying Zhenren head-on, and made it impossible for Yuan Ying to escape, how could anyone dare to touch his family if he was not captured and killed first?

Weakness is no longer softness, and many times, revealing is far more practical than concealment.

"Senior Brother Nangong, Zhang has asked the ancestors and disciples of the family to come, and the juniors will be allowed to meet the senior brother, and if they learn a thing or two, it will be enough for them to be inexhaustible in their lives. ”

There was a faint cry in his ears, and the rainbow colors crossed the sky, and it was Mo Ling who came with his grandfather, Youyou, Xiang Ming, Xiaolong and others.

"No, after returning to the sect, there is no hope of visiting the door again, and seeing the apprentices and apprentices. ”

Nangong Hopeless shook his head and said, "Hopelessly, go back to the sect first, report the matter of the junior disciple, and my Faxiang Sect has one more Yuan Infant True Person, how can I not do it wantonly?"

Speaking of this, Nangong Hopeless's spirit, which had always seemed low, suddenly lifted up, his face faintly shone brightly, and the Vermilion Bird Ring that had been put on his wrist trembled even more, as if he felt the protagonist's mood.

Seeing that his expression didn't seem to be fake, Zhang Fan couldn't help but sigh: "This is a person who puts the sect first, as long as it is beneficial to the sect, seeing the strength of the sect rising, even if there is a pimple in his heart, he is also happy." ”

Compared with it, Zhang Fan's sect plot is much weaker.

"Okay, when I return to the sect, the junior brother will have a good time with the senior brother!"

Zhang Fan smiled and said.

He knew that the implication of Nangong's hopeless words was that these juniors below had handed it over to him.

If there is no Yuanying real person to take care of them, these disciples who are not the highest cultivators of the Jiedan will cross Qinzhou, it is really not an ordinary danger, and those underground immortal cultivators who have fallen or been knocked down to the mortal dust before are to learn from the past.

"There will be a date later!"

Nangong nodded hopelessly, a sound like a phoenix crying like a baby, like the sound of bells and drums ringing in unison, the Vermilion Bird Law Xiang appeared, Nanming burned away from the fire, flashed, brought out a dazzling fire, and flew in the direction of the Sky Law Xiang Sect.

(To be continued)