"Fight, or ......"

"Resigned to fate?"

Zhang Fan stood with his hands in his hands, his back to the two, looking at the splendor of destruction in the distance.

Although I couldn't see his expression, looking at his back, I felt the indifference between the words, and the two of them didn't understand what he meant.

"Resigned to fate?"

The drunken Taoist shook his head, and out of nowhere, he took out a wine gourd and poured it into the sky, and said casually: "My life is up to me!"

"If I want to resign myself to fate, what immortal will I cultivate when I am drunk, what way will I seek, and what immortality will I seek?!"

It's not just him, although Fairy Xinglan didn't say a word, but when I saw her resolute look and the actions that she had already bowed her head in approval, you could know her attitude.

The decision of the two of them was not unexpected by Zhang Fan.

Cultivating immortals and seeking immortality may not be able to be described simply by the word "obedience", but there is no doubt that the creation of heaven and earth will be attributed to one's own body.

Cultivating immortals is cultivation and fighting, and immortality is seeking and fighting!

I don't know the word "fight", and the two of them can't cultivate to the point where they are today.

Since it is "fighting", then there is no reason to resign yourself to fate, and that is called "acceptance", which is no longer the way to fight.

"But, Donghua Daoyou, you're sure he'......"

The drunken Daoist pointed to the thunderstorm on the horizon, slightly hesitant.

His expression was just like Zhang Fan a moment ago.

Thinking of facing the corpse abandoned Daoist who had already dominated the world in ancient times, and had almost no resistance, even if it was the three of them who were real people, they would inevitably feel apprehensive.

"Its rise is also vigorous, and its death is also sudden!"

"I am afraid that the thunder punishment will not last, and the most extreme violence may represent the last madness before death. ”

Zhang Fan sighed, if he had a choice, how could he hope so?

"The primeval Shinto, mysterious and unpredictable, has long been lost with the death of the Holy Emperor and the Demon God. ”

"Since the corpse abandonment Taoist knows this technique, the ** of the ten is obtained from the Holy Emperor's crown court clothes. In ancient times, this treasure had already fallen into the hands of the corpse abandoned Taoist, and it had been used for tens of thousands of years, but it was the first time it was used. ”

Zhang Fan pointed to the shattered powder on the ground in the shrine, and his voice was a little erratic, as if it had come from somewhere very far away.

There are impermeable walls in the world, especially the art of ancient Shinto, which needs to gather people's opinions, and the method of incense is more likely to leak out, and contamination is not hidden.

There is this method and it has not been used for tens of thousands of years, but it is sacrificed at this time, which shows the great cost and the key at this time.

Just as the carp jumps over the dragon gate, leaps into the sea and the sky, sheds the body of the fish into a dragon, and from then on, the sea is so big that it can gallop. That leap must have done his best to turn over all the hole cards.

Just like this, the corpse abandons the Taoist.

At the end of the point, Zhang Fan did not continue, and the drunken Daoist and the Xinglan Fairy also fell into their own contemplation.

The corpse abandonment Daoist will definitely fight against the Tianwei Thunder Punishment at this moment, judging from the situation in the Thousand Mountains and Cloud Dreams, he may not be able to free his hand, not to mention that this time the thunder power can far outperform all the previous ones, if not, he will not sacrifice the corpse abandonment sect leader, but also forcibly take back the golden corpse.

In this process, the pride of the ancient powerhouse such as the corpse abandonment of the Taoist, although he hated Zhang Fan and the three of them for the afterlife of almost missing his major event, he did not move a single bit, and he was delayed for a moment, which shows that he was afraid of the thunder.

Speaking of which, the danger is not necessarily great.

But if the corpse abandonment Daoist is really freed, then the world is so big that there may not be a place for the three of them.

Zhang Fan may be able to hide in the Faxiang Sect and never come out again. With the protection of Zhou Tian Xingchen Diagram, the corpse abandonment Taoist may not touch that hard bone, but drunk to death and Xinglan are dead.

Seeing that the eyes of the drunken Daoist and the Xinglan Fairy gradually showed a determined color, Zhang Fan smiled freely, took out an object in his hand, and said leisurely: "Of course, we also have to make preparations with both hands, just in case!"

As soon as he saw what he had taken in his hand, the two of them were drunk, and he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and let go of the last worry in his heart.

At this time, what Zhang Fan took in his hand was a small sword that looked small and exquisite, and was so delicate that it looked like a translucent.

"Flying Sword Story!"

What he was ready to perform now was the Flying Sword Transmission Technique.

This method is rumored to be miraculous among low-level immortal cultivators, as if it is very common, but in essence, it is not Yuanying cultivation and cannot be used, which is the patent of Yuanying Zhenren.

The key point is not in the caster, but in the maker.

If the maker cultivates to be powerful and the technique is wonderful, then unless the cultivation is far above the maker, the flying sword will be vertical and horizontal, and the book will be spread all over the world, and no one can intercept it, and it cannot be shielded and blocked, which is the reason why this magic power is far and wide.

The Flying Sword in Zhang Fan's hand was made by Candle Jiuxiao himself, and it even implied the power of Zhou Tian's Star Diagram, who in the mortal world could stop it?

As soon as he took out this thing, the drunken Dao people knew that he was ready to use the power of the sect to make perfect preparations.

If the three of them ventured forward, but could only watch the play from the sidelines, why should they abandon the Taoist?

Even, things are beyond their imagination, the corpse abandonment Daoist still has the strength to deal with them, how can it be good?

Then it depends on the power of backup!

Zhang Fan's intention was very clear, and he didn't explain it to the two of them at all, and imprinted the content at the core of the flying sword with his divine sense, and then his palm tightened suddenly, and the "click" sound sounded, and the flying sword was passed down.

The body of the sword suddenly turned into powder, but in the void, there was a sword-shaped phantom that appeared, flashing, and everyone only felt a flower in front of them, and suddenly lost its trace.

"Good!"

Seeing this, the drunken Taoist praised it, and his heart was a lot more steady.

Zhang Fan smiled slightly, and said: "What should be done has been done, resigned to fate, not something that people in my generation should do, let's go and see, how majestic are the top powerhouses in ancient times?"

"Heavenly punishment and thunder, what kind of horror is it?"

"Let's go!"

In unison, three streamers of light rose from the ground, and suddenly, they pierced the sky.

......

Purple thunder is vertical and horizontal, and the sky is full of thick thunder pillars crashing down, and in an instant, tens of thousands of thunderstorms, even if it is not the center, even hundreds of miles, or even thousands of miles, the aftermath is enough to make the sky and the earth change color.

With the thunderstorm as the center, countless beasts, demon beasts, and humans panicked and fled for their lives.

Regardless of the usual relationship, under this heavenly authority, there is no difference, maybe next to the fleeing humans, there are monsters that are usually avoided, or on the side of the tiger, the elk will run wild. Between each other, there is no longer so much, there is only one thought: escape!

Seen from above, all this is like ants on a hot pot, dense, chaotic and turbulent, scattering into the distance.

At that time, between heaven and earth, there were only three streamers, as if they were going upstream, breaking through the sky towards the most dense place of thunder and lightning.

One day, two days, three days......

It wasn't until three days later that the streamer converged, and Zhang Fan, the drunken Daoren, and the Xinglan Fairy all revealed their bodies in the air, volleyed into the air, and looked at them intently.

Their gaze is half focused on the center of the thunder, and half at the attraction under their feet.

From an hour ago, the ground under my feet, and even the whole world, showed a little difference.

Mountains, dense forests, beasts, and human traces are all gone, and as far as the eye can see, they are all scorched earth!

The earth was scorched black, as if countless years of thunder and flames had scorched, leaving no grass to grow.

As soon as they saw this, there was a lonely peak in the distance, the outline gradually became clear, and where the thunder and thunder converged, Zhang Fan and the others suddenly knew that they had finally arrived at the place.

- Thunder Bluff!

Needless to say, it must be the main altar of the Corpse Abandonment Sect, the place where the Corpse Abandonment Dao people live, and it is also the place where the Heavenly Mighty Thunder Punishment and Bombardment are located.

Come to think of it, Thunder Cliff should be the name given by the disciples of the Corpse Abandonment Sect for unknown reasons, but they often see thunder roaring endlessly, but they don't know the reason.

The reason why Zhang Fan and the three of them stopped here and did not fly straight to Thunder Cliff was due to a moment of caution, and second, the situation in front of them attracted their attention.

On the ground beneath our feet, a number of shrines began to appear in large numbers from an hour ago.

These shrines looked different in shape, and they were even more different from the earlier one, apparently from different people, the same except for the statue of the Corpse Abandoned Dao Person.

The purpose of the shrine is to gather the people's thoughts and gather the power of incense, and no one can succeed.

In this scorched earth, where did the people come from? Presumably, these shrines were carried from afar, and they embody the endless power of the people.

Such shrines began to appear sporadically hundreds of miles away, the difference was that those peripheral shrines were all like the one Zhang Fan had seen before, and the gods were shattered and sucked away, leaving only the powder all over the ground, sprinkled in all directions under the thunderstorm.

But these differences in front of them, starting from Zhang Fan's feet, have spread to the Thunder Cliff, all the shrines are complete, and the monkeys on them are crowned, and the indescribable comical corpse abandonment Taoist statues are even more layers of spiritual light, like a treasure, doubling the solemn and sacred feeling.

"Crackling~~Crackling~~"

Just when Zhang Fan and the others were observing the statue, the sound of thunder and lightning broke out from time to time without warning, accompanied by countless thunderbolts the thickness of chopsticks, which looked as if they were rising from the footsteps of the three people.

In the face of such a scene, Zhang Fan and others turned a blind eye, without him, and saw more.

This piece of scorched earth, I don't know how many years, what a terrifying thunderstorm to create, I don't know when it began, it contains endless thunder power. Such a scene is nothing more than thunder and lightning in the soil, triggered by the thunderclouds shrouded in hazy clouds, and spontaneous lightning flashes.

However, this time the lightning was a little different.

Like the last straw that overwhelmed the camel, these thunderbolts with the thickness of chopsticks meandered through the air, twisting and spreading at the same time, countless crisp sounds and cracking sounds suddenly came into the ears of Zhang Fan and others.

"It's coming!"

Zhang Fan took a deep breath, and the whole person suddenly fell silent.

......

Not far from their feet, a statue of an abandoned Taoist god trembled, cracked and shattered, turning into dust in the sky......

(To be continued)