"The opportunity has come!"

Zhang Fan laughed loudly, and he held something tightly in his palm...

As for the escape of rivers for eternity, this was long ago as he expected, and it was not surprising, and he could not be divided into any of his thoughts.

Among the four great powers mastered by Zhang Fan, the Dayan number is not used for actual combat. Among the other three, the universe in the sleeve is the weakest under the display of the true body of the land real immortal.

After all, this is a great magical power that relies on one's own strength to show infinite power. Borrowing the body of others is not his own strength after all, and the impact on the universe in his sleeve is minimal.

It is precisely because of this that the universe in the sleeve does not show its power as great as the five-colored divine light, thus directly leaving it as a dry wind.

However, in Zhang Fan's opinion, the most indispensable part of all the magical powers this time is that there is nothing else in the sleeve. When the magical power of the universe is used in the sleeveless, there is no "opportunity" in his hands! At this time, what Zhang Fan tightly held in his hand was a bead the size of a child's fist.

There are nine-colored brilliances on the jewel, reflecting the surrounding area of ​​a hundred feet, with an endless bright color, as if the glory of heaven and earth gathers on it-

Every time I change the angle, what I see is a different kind of beauty, colorful, and never repeating and monotonous.

Within the pearl, clouds and mists rise, smoke and clouds linger, and all kinds of changes are stagnant, constantly evolving, and endlessly exerting.

Holding this bead in his hand, Zhang Fan suddenly felt a sense of satisfaction in his heart. At the same time, the movement of the innate Bagua and Money was calmed down, as if he was full.

"It's it!"

Zhang Fan felt very happy, and then he thought of something. He was looking at the place where Fairy Yun Hua was, the Divine Sword in Yun Hua's hands. He never thought that after a glance, he found that Fairy Yun Hua's expression was a little wrong.

Her eyes were full of disbelief, and she stared at the orb in his hand in a daze.

"Yunhua, do you recognize this treasure?"

Through the connection between the true body of the Land True Immortal, Zhang Fan easily communicated silently with Fairy Yunhua.

Fairy Yun Hua was shocked, and then came to his senses, pulled the sunlight out of the clouds and mist beads, and nodded deeply:

"Clouds and mists in the sky, the Heavenly Pearl!"

"The Dzi beads filled with clouds and mist!"

Fairy Yun Hua knew it, and although she was still shocked, she still answered quickly.

"Clouds and mists the Dzi beads?"

Zhang Fan raised his eyebrows and suddenly came over: "Let's talk about the fact that the fairy Yunwu Mi Tian Yunhua now retains self-awareness, in fact, it's just a puppet. There is no room for pushing the cabinet, and it's all the right things to do.

It turns out that this treasure is a famous treasure in Yunzhong Realm. It is known as the "Heavenly Treasure of Heaven and Man". It is a treasure passed down from generation to generation by the Heaven and Man clan of Yunzhong Realm.

The celestial spirit feathers that Fairy Yunhua used in Zifuzhou were made by the feathers that fell off from the celestial beings and were refined by themselves. What was attached to them was the power of the celestial beings, the feather owner, the celestial beings.

Fairy Yunhua actually had never really seen the Yunwu Mian Tianzhu. As early as many years ago, this treasure was said to have been fought against the Blood God Realm countless years ago. After the war, this once famous treasure was lost. The monks in the Yunzhong Realm also suspected that the masters of the Blood God Realm were of no evidence, but there was no evidence and the energy of the two realms was greatly damaged. They each cultivated their own cultivation, which was delayed for a while.

I don’t know how many years have passed since this delay. The Yunwu Misty Heavenly Pearl has never appeared in any place in the world. Fairy Yunhua has only seen it once in the treasured classics.

If Fairy Yun Hua hadn't had a special identity, if he had been replaced by other cultivators in the Yunzhong Realm, he would have never even heard of "Blood God Realm?"!"

"Then this treasure is undoubtedly considered a cloud and mist pearl."

Zhang Fan nodded secretly and signaled that Fairy Yun Hua would need to be said. The specific details would naturally be understood when he arrived at Yunzhongjie in the future.

"Half a month ago, the Eight-Armed Demon God once said that the eternal clouds and winds of rivers appeared in the Blood God Realm a thousand years ago. I think he got this treasure at that time."

"The Blood God Realm, the Tenth** is related to the Blood Dragon Wuwang and the Blood Moon Real Person back then. "There is also the Blood God Bead..., what is the relationship between it and the Yunwu Miyu Dzi Bead?"

For a moment, Zhang Fan felt that it was complicated and countless clues were intertwined. The only point that could be affirmed was that as long as everything was solved, there would be a bright and the road to immortality at the end.

Holding the Clouds and Misty Dzi Beads in his hand, all kinds of thoughts came one after another. In reality, Zhang Fan came back to his senses. His sleeves spread out, and Misty Dzi Beads disappeared.

Fairy Yunhua also disappeared together.

Only the magic sword in the cloud stayed and was held in the hands of the true body of the True Immortal on the Land.

After doing all this, Zhang Fan turned around and saw the Taoist Ziqi looking over with a strange look on his face. After four days of meeting each other, both of them were stunned.

Zhang Fan was secretly shocked by the surging spiritual energy storm in the air.

Three spiritual storms seemed to be a tornado that was suddenly dispersed from the center, disintegrating, destroying everything around.

The three groups of spiritual energy are the gentleness of water, the sharpness of gold, and the vitality of wood. At this time, they are gradually mixed together without distinguishing each other.

"What a fast speed!"

"Zhang Fan, the good-looking hand, looked unmoved, but he felt a little afraid in his heart.

In the moment, these dispersed spiritual storms were still three gods who were enough to surround the human world. They were killed by the corpse-abandoned Taoist without any rest.

Such methods can be called a world-renowned and humble person. This is because he is not in full state, otherwise he will be even more terrifying.

"What a terrifying strength.

"What a spicy method."

Seeing the red robe j!--the soul was scattered, at least 30% of the eight-armed demon god's consciousness was exiled to the void outside the domain, Jianghe Wanyou was stripped off at least three layers of skin, and the Taoist corpse was also numb, and the look at Zhang Fan was incorrect.

A scoop hits a wolf, two dollars! Afraid.

This is the state of the two of them at this time.

After a while, Zhang Fan suddenly smiled and pointed to the dispersed spiritual energy storm, saying: "The senior of the corpse abandoned kills the three gods, exils one person, kills one person, and flees one person, but they don't know...

Speaking of this, he paused, and his implication was self-evident.

"It's a draw!"

The Taoist Ziqi had no intention of hearing Zhang Fan finish it, and directly interrupted it.

"Get?!"

Zhang Fan smiled slightly and didn't say much.

If you really want to talk about it, it is okay to say that the corpse is abandoned and the Taoist can be defeated, and it is not impossible to lose, and there is no problem with the draw.

The middle-aged man in the red robe is not at the same level as the three Taoist masters who fell in the hands of the corpse and the Taoist Taoist.

The Eight-Armed Demon God is very different from Jianghe forever. Any one of them has the strength to be stronger than those three.

After all, the two of them have reached this point, but it is just a choice between the two parties' strength and has nothing to do with the facts.

"Senior Zicao, when will your and my agreement continue?"

"Zhang has something to do and needs to leave the human world for a while. If the senior is impatient, it is also possible at this time!"

After Zhang Fan spoke calmly, Taoist Ziqi suddenly fell silent. After a while, he continued: "Fifty years later, we will fight again!"

As he said that, he sighed and said, "I know that you are afraid that the transformation of God is coming soon. There will be another immortal person on earth, but..."

The momentum of the Taoist corpse changed, and his soul suddenly stood up. He looked like a monkey, but he felt a sense of a strong and upright spirit. He said proudly: "Fifty years later, I dare not say that I have achieved my cultivation level, which is far from what I can match today. If you are afraid, I will follow you at this time."

If there are outsiders present, you will be able to fall down all over the ground.

The two of them were so majestic and proud, and they all said the same thing: "If you fight again in fifty years, you will fight now, that's fine!"

In just two short sentences, the fear and dissatisfaction between the two were revealed.

"Fifty years of cultivation have been restored? It's a joke." Zhang Fan secretly complained: "I think it's not enough to say 50 years, even 500 years, I'm afraid it may not be enough."

When the Taoist Ziqi was suppressed below, he could not see any clues. As soon as he took action, he could no longer escape his eyes.

I don’t know what happened to him. His body and spiritual power were locked. Even if it was a powerful explosion before, it never loosened at all.

I think about it and don’t think about solving it if you don’t have any special means and the long-term waste is over.

If it is easy, how could it be until today?

"I have wanted to achieve the soul for fifty years. Even if I succeed by chance, how strong can I have?"

At the same time, Taoist Ziqi also felt a sense of disdain in his heart.

After a moment, the two looked at each other, each cursing "old fox" and "little fox" in their hearts, and then laughed loudly at the same time.

"One word is certain!"

"Fifty years later, we will decide the outcome!"

The Taoist Ziqi bowed his hand slightly, and his soul simply lay on his body, and sank into the ground with the eighteen golden corpses and the platform beneath him.

The corpse path is originally a ground, and the technique of hiding the ground is ordinary. When the corpse is abandoned, the Taoist will be even more light and there is no breath of fireworks.

Looking at the place where he disappeared, Zhang Fan curled his lips, smiled and walked to the side of the true body of the True Immortal in Lu.

Then, he pondered for a while, reached out and waved it, and flew several flying swords toward the Faxiang Sect, the northern border battlefield, etc.

Some informed Fengjiuling, some were Zhu Jiuxiao, and Xiruo and others.

After doing this, Zhang Fan took a deep breath, and his mind moved. The true body of the True Immortal Lu suddenly held the Divine Sword in the Cloud and slashed in the air.

"Shake!"

A purple crack that looked like a patio appeared in the void, and aura that did not belong to the human world faintly escaped through this crack.

"A hundred years ago, the great sundial technique of the two realms, the branches of Fusang!"

"The Divine Sword in the Clouds of Zifuzhou, the Eternal Clouds and Fog of the Dzi Pearl..."

"Where is there any opportunity for me to transform the gods in the clouds? Is there a fusang divine tree that perchs on the golden bird?"
Chapter completed!