Zhang Fan suddenly stood up, his face full of disbelief.

With this feeling, he retreated from the Heavenly Demon Escape Shadow. If it weren't for the tense situation in the field, with everyone's cultivation, he would have noticed his arrival.

He had heard Zhu Jiuxiao mention the situation of the masked girl as early as when he was in the Faxiang Sect, but he had never cared about it. Even after seeing her reaction just now, he was just curious.

However, just before that moment, after clearly seeing this person, Zhang Shan suddenly felt a sense of familiarity in his heart.

At that time, it was the time when the ten old demons in the heart shouted, and the masked girl who they called "saint" turned a blind eye to it. She just straightened her body slightly on the back of the earth Huanglong, and gently stroked her back with her little hands.

From a distance, she could still see her cherry mouth opening and closing gently, as if she was whispering to comfort something.

Originally, the Yellow Dragon on Earth seemed to be anxious, half because of the appearance of Fengjiuling and others, half because of the unresentful venting of power. It was constantly restless on the ground, and every twisting was the ground cracking and the earth was shaking.

As the masked girl whispered and soothed softly, it slowly calmed down, calmed down, and turned into a mountain range.

All the actions of this whole process made Zhang Fan feel very familiar, especially after comforting the earth's yellow dragon, the masked girl raised her head and looked up.

The bright and clear eyes, like clear streams and springs, seem to reflect everything in time, and it is spotless.

This ultimate purity is better than any description of the beauty's eyes like autumn water in the world, so clean that it makes people feel ashamed of. "This is definitely not a cruel and filthy look in the world."

A clear understanding suddenly came to my heart. The only thing Zhang Fan saw in his life was that Wan'er's eyes when she was in Shutong's cave.

Even Wan'er had a sense of fear in her eyes at that time, and the white jade was slightly flawed. It was not as perfect as it was.

"I'm afraid God will be jealous of this perfection."

A flash of inspiration, what could have emerged from memory?

"What if, what if, not perfect?"

"Bai Yiyi, in the northern border, then say,"

Many years ago, when Zhang Fan returned to Qinzhou, he received news from Bai Yiyi from the mouth of Tianwu Zhenren. However, for so many years, Bai Yiyi has never returned and has gradually forgotten it.

Now there was a sudden idea and the two were connected together.

His eyes swept from top to bottom, and he was still riding on the back of the yellow dragon on the earth, but saw that she was leaning forward, a golden pendant hanging in the air.

A gold lock!

When you first saw this golden lock, Zhang Fan's pupils suddenly shrank, as if time had been traced back, scenes of dust in his memory emerged.

More than a hundred years ago, after the fall of a heroic army in Zhongtian, Zhang Dan hugged his daughter Ling'er, who was born blind and could communicate with spirit beasts, stayed on an island on a stormy night.

"Dad just said, let Ling'er hand over this thing to his uncle."

At that time, Ling'er said that, taking out a golden lock-shaped pendant from her arms, spread it in her palm, and stretched it in front of Zhang Fan.

The golden light reflected from the bonfire is as good as you see today.

"That's Ling'er!"

Zhang Fan swallowed, unable to believe it.

The delicate and flawed little girl in the past can now stand at the mad dragon and hang out among countless powerful people.

No matter how unbelievable it is, that is true.

Back then, it was in this golden lock that Zhang Fan took the Nine-Turn Qiankun Cauldron, and his deep impression was that even after another hundred years, he would never forget it.

"Then she can be convinced that she shows mercy."

“But why,”

Zhang Fan's eyes turned, but it condensed on Li Meiniang.

Now there are bright red blood marks hanging on the corners of this enchanting mouth.

The true man of the Dharma Xiang Sect is fine, and the true man of the Yuling Sect is fine. Li Meiniang, who is in the illusion and demonic way, suffered the most serious injury.

"Is it?"

Zhang Fan thought of what. Maybe the corners of his mouth twitched a few times, and the scene when he entrusted Ling'er to Bai Yiyi returned to his mind.

Just as he recognized Shi Ling'er's identity for a moment, the situation in the field changed again.

"Saint, you must be merciful and ruthless. Don't blame me for reporting to the Lord, "Hmph!"

The ten elders of the inner demons did not say anything, but the strong threatening meaning was unconcealed.

"knew!"

A crisp sound like a silver bell came from Ling'er's body and spread throughout the battlefield, like a ray of breeze that relieved the blood.

When I was talking, I could vaguely see that on the masked veil, my brows almost frowned into one word, as if I was very reluctant and forced to do so.

Opposite, Fengjiuling, Tianwu Zhenren, and Divine Weapon Zhenren, also raised their breath to the peak. They were always ready to take action.

Everyone knows that if the Earth Huanglong really doesn't hold back, plus the Ten Old Demons in the Heart, even if the three of them join forces, it will definitely be a tough battle.

"It's time!"

Zhang Fan took one step forward and left from the shadows. As he walked, his momentum continued to rise.

"I originally wanted to wait until the eight-armed demon Erchuan just moved again, but now it seems that I can't stop moving.

If you don’t take action, the two sides will fight. If you can’t control it, then you will be sad.

Like a ladder to heaven, except for the first two steps, Zhang Fan rose several feet in the void with every step forward, gradually moving higher and higher.

In an instant, the pressure of the top powerhouse in the late stage of the Nascent Soul rose into the sky, and before his figure, he rushed into the gap between the two sides of the confrontation.

"Know"

The breath collided with loud bang, and a cloud of mushrooms with mixed colors rose up from the ground and rushed straight up.

"ah!"

Several screams of surprise sounded, and the ten elders of the inner demons looked in horror, inserting into their aura confrontation, and igniting with a bang. This strength is really terrifying.

Feng Jiuling and others were first shocked and then overjoyed.

At this time, the late-stage Nascent Soul master who took action was so familiar with his aura. Who could he be if he wasn't Zhang Fan?

Not only them, even Ling'er, who had been disgusted and did not want to participate, subconsciously explored his spiritual perception.

Born to be blind, her keenness is hundreds or thousands of times that of ordinary people.

Before everyone, her eyes that were extremely clear reflected a beautiful brilliance. It was joy in her heart and was reflected outside.

At this time, the clouds in the sky rolled and unfolded, gathering together, and the clouds in all directions moved and condensed in a corner.

Immediately, the golden light bloomed after the gathering of clouds, as if it was inlaid with a layer of shining gold edges on the clouds.

The clouds shook and the sun was seen. A crow cried. A figure turned his back to the sun and crossed down the air.

"Donghua real person!"

A sound of surprise!

"Donghua real person!"

The sound of gritting teeth.

The former was exposed by the monks in Jiuzhou, while the latter was the resentment of the ten elders of the inner demons.

"How could they know who I am?"

Zhang Fan's thoughts were lit up, but he didn't care much. He couldn't wait until the eight-armed demon god appeared, so he could find it himself.

As I thought in my heart, my breath spread more and more unscrupulously, as if it was filled with force, suppressing the entire world.

"uncle,"

Ling'er's voice was in her mouth. Even the Yellow Dragon under her body never heard it: "Didn't you say you want to wait for me to grow up?"

"Why,"

Thinking of this, she glared at Li Meiniang with a fierce look. She didn't have any objections to her, but had a great opinion on the three words "Phantom Demonic Way" on her head.

"You can't hurt Sister Xiruo, otherwise Uncle will be angry. Don't let Ling'er see you again."

At the same time, Li Meiniang felt cold all over her body, which was inexplicable.

In the blink of an eye, Zhang Fan had already stepped into the field, looked at Fengjiuling and others, then looked at Shi Ling'er and slowly said, "Is it you?" He did not point out Ling'er's name. After all, there were many people and it was hard to know what Ling'er had to do. He actually stood on the opposite side of the monks in Jiuzhou, but he still held back and was embarrassed.

Before he knew it, Zhang Fan's voice seemed much softer than usual, as if in front of him was not the "saint" who was commanding the yellow dragon on the earth, but just the blind orphan who was leaning against the past.

"Um!"

With a "uncle" in his mouth, Ling'er swallowed hard, but nodded heavily.

"The little girl back then grew up after all."

Zhang Fan secretly sighed that Ling'er's caution and temporary change of words could not escape his eyes.

“How to deal with it?”

"Ling'er obviously has difficulties and cannot solve it through simple methods, otherwise she would not continue to hide her identity."

After pondering for a moment, Zhang Fan suddenly spoke, "You go!"

"shut up!"
To be continued...