Wu Lao, in the vein of the remnants of the underground holy clan, the last Yuanying Zhenren, just in front of Zhang Fan, in front of everyone, fell three times!

He had to die!

After all, Wu Lao is not living in vain at such an age, and Zhang Fan's third thing has not yet been exported, and he already knows it.

In any case, as the strongest among the remnants, the last Yuanying Zhenren, it was impossible for Zhang Fan to let him leave here alive.

Therefore, in order to retain the last bit of the Saint Clan's fire and bloodline, he Wu Lao had to cut himself off.

After all, the strength comparison is placed there, it really has to be strong, the jade is burned, and the whole clan is dead, and now that he is dead, at least he can fight to see if Zhang Fan is a person who keeps his promise.

Such a way of dying is something that even the bitter people can't help but sigh, let alone the remnants who regard them as gods.

Suddenly, the cry went straight up to the sky, endless sorrow and sorrow, that kind of sadness and sorrow, it made people's hearts gloomy when they heard it.

In the midst of countless sad cries, in the midst of countless hateful eyes, Zhang Fan slowly shook his head, and with a move in his hand, a red light wrapped the last thing of Wu Lao and fell into his hands.

Among the red lights, the most eye-catching thing was naturally the blood-colored altar, and he had two such things.

They have all used the altar for tens of thousands of years, and countless lives and blood have raised the spiritual surname, but this altar is different, the hand brushes it, and the barbaric desolation and long-distance turn into a touch of cold, refreshing people's hearts.

This kind of feeling, non-primeval things can't have, ten of the **, this is a altar that has been used since ancient times, maybe in the slowly flowing blood on it, there is still a grudge of demons and gods.

Such a treasure is of great use to Zhang Fan, but it does not prevent him from putting it away carefully.

Then, the last two things caught his eye.

These two things are left over from the time when Wu Lao worshipped heaven and earth and people, attracted boundless power, and shattered himself, and they can only be intact under the effect of the power of heaven and earth, so you can know the extraordinaryness of these two things.

The two, one is the skull necklace condensed from the skulls of wild beasts and humans around the neck of the witch elder, and the other is a walking stick.

The first thing Zhang Fan held in his hand was the cane.

I don't know what kind of bone this cane is made of, and when it is held in the hand, it is faintly numb, as if there is an infinite thunder and lightning on the head of the cane, and thus transmits it to the hand.

This constitutes the main skeleton of the cane, which looks gray-brown, like, and like bone, and the luster on it is from the inside out, shining into the jade, and there is an indescribable sense of mystery.

At the top of the cane, there is a sphere like an eyeball, the size of a fist, no matter which direction the cane is turned, it seems that you can feel the eyeball also turning, always staring at the holder's body, extremely weird, creepy.

This is obviously a strange treasure of witchcraft, and it can't be seen for a while, so Zhang Fan has to put it away temporarily.

Then, with a solemn expression, he took the last thing in his hand - the skull necklace.

The reason why Zhang Fan cherishes this thing is far more important than the cane that is extraordinary at first glance is not for other reasons, but because of the faint fluctuations on this chain.

With his status as a refining master, it was easy to see that this kind of fluctuation was obviously unique to a class of treasures that implied Qiankun, and its most typical and common example was the Qiankun bag.

In short, it's a storage treasure.

At the moment of starting, the divine sense penetrated into it, and with a slight turn, a touch of joy appeared between Zhang Fan's eyebrows.

As he expected, this was a special storage treasure used by Wu Lao, and in each of these skulls, there was a huge space, just like a necklace, like a large number of Qiankun bags.

There are a lot of good things in this, I think it is the continuation of the witch elder's life, those witchcraft and secret techniques are just that, and the materials on the countless desolate beasts only make Zhang Fan's eyes shine, but what really makes his heart move is that in the human skull at the very center of the skull necklace, a few pieces of special crystals that are precious and hidden in the red light, non-gold, non-earth, non-wood-ground wood!

If it was changed to today, Zhang Fan might not have recognized what this thing was, but now after Siya's introduction, he naturally would not treat the treasure as a mustard, and took out the only two pieces of it in a row, put them together with the previous three, and carefully treasured them.

Then put away the skull necklace casually, Zhang Fan couldn't help but feel worthless for the countless saint clan masters who sacrificed in the Broken Mountain City, the two sides added up to more than the number of Yuan Ying Zhenren, and the tens of millions of people who were buried in the end.

After paying such a great sacrifice, all I got was two pieces of land.

No wonder Wu Lao and the remaining remnants are unwilling to let go of the last elite in the broken mountain city no matter what, you know, if they stay here for a longer period of time, there will be more danger, but unfortunately, Li Lingzhi is faint, and there is a scene today.

After doing this, Zhang Fan set his eyes on the last combat strength of the more than 1,000 remnants below for the first time.

At this time, inside and outside the frozen valley below, it was like two heavens of ice and fire.

In the valley, the side of the Broken Mountain City cheered, Wu Lao was dead, but their Yuanying Zhenren was still alive, so that even if Zhang Fan left, they were no longer afraid of these remnants, in other words, it was uncertain who would hunt and kill who now!

Outside the valley, the remnants were in a gloomy mist, and the grief and indignation were like substance, and almost all of them were red-eyed, holding weapons in their hands, looking at their appearance, they clearly wanted to let go.

"Hahaha~~"

At this time, Zhang Fan suddenly chuckled.

"You ...... Do you want Wu Lao to die in vain?"

"If you want to, as long as you make a move, this seat will definitely fulfill you!"

Zhang Fan's laughter full of coldness reached the ears of all the remnants in an instant.

Silence, silence!

For a long time, after a long time!

A petite woman suddenly stood up, bowed to the invisible dust and ashes that were scattered in the air, and then stepped out without saying a word.

"Gui'er!"

Her movements, as if contagious, were silent, and for a moment, all the remnants were silent, repeating her movements, following closely behind her, slowly moving away into the distance.

At this time, with their spirit and spirit state, even if Zhang Fan and Siya didn't make a move, just relying on the three hundred elites in the valley would be enough to kill them.

However, since Zhang Fan didn't say anything to stop him, how could they make their own decisions? After the previous scene, the power of forcing the other party's Yuan Ying Wu Lao to commit suicide in a few words, Zhang Fan had completely established an incomparably powerful image in the hearts of these Broken Mountain City monks, and no matter what he did at this time, no one would have any opinions.

"Boy, you're quite prescient, and I'm a little embarrassed to attack these savages at this time. ”

"Then again, that old boy is really unjustly dead. ”

The meaning of the bitter Taoist is clearly with regret, but listening to his tone, he is gloating.

Zhang Fan smiled, shook his head, and watched the last spark of these remnants slowly disappear into the sky.

As the bitter Taoist said, Wu Lao's death was indeed wronged, and he exchanged his life for these "fires", all of which were "dumb fires".

Under the supernatural power of the Locked Heaven Gate, even Zhang Fan has to rely on his own cultivation of this supernatural power, coupled with the help of Wan'er's Xuanyin Seed Jade Heart Technique, to be freed, not to mention that compared to him, these are simply ant-like characters.

For a lifetime, these children who have pinned the infinite hopes of Wu Lao can no longer have the slightest inch, and they have no chance to knock on the gate of heaven and reach the top in their lives!

It's just some wretched creature with no threat and no hope.

Immediately, Zhang Fan remembered the girl who took the lead, Gui'er! She is the only one among all the people who has never been locked by the sky, and perhaps one day, she can become the backbone of the remnants, complete their childhood hopes, and win the respect of all the remnants.

"That's it!"

Seeing the last small black dot disappear where heaven and earth meet, Zhang Fan shook his head and smiled, turned around and fell towards the frozen Red Flower Valley.

The Holy Emperor bloodline, not extinct in his hands, is enough!

In any case, he has some respect in his heart for these predecessors who led mankind to fight against the sky.

This result is the best one.

A golden rainbow stepped over, Zhang Fan was down-to-earth, and the moaning sound of the snow and ice on the ground that had not melted all year round seemed to tremble without the power he had shown before.

The monks of the surrounding Broken Mountain City, by it.

At this time, their eyes were filled with reverence, awe, and gratitude...... is full of it, after the previous scene, Zhang Fan's status in their minds is afraid that it is not Siya, the real person who rescued them from the situation of death.

Silently, spontaneously, a passage cracked, and no one dared to stand in front of him, obscuring his view.

Their opinions, their gaze, in Zhang Fan's heart, were naturally like floating clouds, and they didn't care at all, and at the end of the cracked passage, a shadow leaning against the door and looking at it jumped into view.

- Wan'er!

Her eyes are extremely pure, without other people's awe, gratitude and other emotions, some are just demure, waiting, trance, as if in the smoke of the cooking, looking into the distance, looking for the returning family.

This kind of kindness and this kind of naturalness, in Zhang Fan's mind, is far better than the reverence for him as a god, and his heart immediately warmed, and a smile appeared, stepping out, and suddenly appeared in front of Wan'er.

"Brother, you're back. ”

"Well, it's back. ”

In the dialogue like boiled water, there is a nature that smiles heartily, and hundreds of people in the valley are nothing, turning into a stone house.

For a while, Yuanying Zhenren Siya, Wan'er's master Hanyue, and everyone in the valley did not exist in the world of the two of them, and between heaven and earth, there was only each other.

(To be continued)