"Dust and creatures are silent, and they are in the sky for ten days.

Repeat the sky is within this gate of heaven, the land of Tanggu, under the illumination of ten suns, everything.

All have come to an end.

In the vast world, not to mention rivers, lakes, seas, mountains, plains, even a complete gravel has not been retained.

All the huge world turned into pieces of dust under your feet.

Ten days ago, under the power of the sky, there were still cracked earth and swelling creatures. However, dozens of days passed, except for Zhang Fan himself, the only thing that could be seen with a little life was his own footprints.

"The footprints that fell far behind him, although the depths vary.

It is a little messy, but at least it is clear, but the more fresh it is, the more wet and blurry it is, as if it is stepping on a swamp.

On those footprints, "Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi.

The small sound was endless, but the water continued to turn into a faint cloud and smoke after ten days of roasting.

These moisture does not come out of thin air or are not produced naturally.

Under the power of the ten-day heaven, all the rivers, lakes and seas have dried up. Where does the water come from? Sweat! All the water is the sweat that cannot flow down from Zhang Fan's wilderness.

“Puchippuchippuchippu.

Although Zhang Fan's expression was still calm and his eyes were still bright, his whole body was as if he was washed by water, and sweat seemed to be unable to close the gate, and it kept rushing out.

His cultivation level at the level of transformation of the gods was not worthy of any reliance on the face of the most terrifying disaster.

I don’t know how long it took, but the footprints that kept extending to the east finally disappeared.

Zhang Fan held his knees with both hands, and felt like he was spinning. He had no strength to take steps, just as if his cultivation and strength were all gathered out of his body with sweat.

He raised his head and looked to Dongfang, and a wry smile appeared on his face.

In Zhang Fan's eyes, the extremely oriental Fusom tree.

It never got a big point, nor did it take a little less, and the flames on it were even burning, as if they were calling him to come over quickly.

"Can I really come to the end?" Even with Zhang Fan's determination and perseverance.

Seeing this scene, I couldn't help but doubt myself.

"Why do I think that this Tianmen Secret Realm, Tanggu Fusang, is a trap at all?" After pausing for a moment, he recovered a little bit of his strength. The sound of the golden crows in the soul seemed to be urging him, and Zhang Fan slowly straightened up.

I doubt that when I was in this secret realm of Tianmen, would anyone have reached the end? With his great sun true understanding of the God Transformation Cultivation Cultivation and the power of the Golden Crow Dharma Image, the combination of the two can't hold on now. What about the others? If no one can reach the end, I am afraid that these dozens of Yuanying, plus his new Taoist Lord Transformation, will be buried here.

After all, Zhang Fan was not an ordinary person. After a bitter smile, he still calmed down and looked up.

Just at this moment, a strange light and shadow, like ripples on the light curtain, continued.

"Huh?!" Zhang Fan suddenly stopped.

Focus on looking.

The death silence and extinction of dozens of days were all seen as nothingness. How could the strangeness that appeared now not attract his attention?

"Ahhhhh!" Zhang Fan's eyes just set in here, screams from far to near were swift into his ears, and suddenly, it was like a ghost crying and howling in his ears.

With a "bang", the rippling light curtain collapsed, and a figure seemed to be hit by a mountain head-on. It spitted blood wildly, flew out and rushed towards Zhang Fan.

The strong wind brought by the figure flying backwards quickly rolled up the wind that was about to ignite out of thin air and blew into the face. Zhang Fan felt a trembling heart and wanted to take action.

As soon as his hand was lifted halfway, he suddenly stopped and shouted in his heart: "It's him!" After recognizing that he was an old friend, Zhang Fan flipped his palms and turned them into support, holding the back of the visitor and slew it smoothly on the ground.

"Save, save, save, save, save the man who landed on the ground. He saw Zhang Fanqi's desperate eyes showing a trace of longing, and his voice was like a wandering spring, and he begged sincerely.

"Lord Dongyunyuan!" Zhang Fan sighed inwardly. It was because he recognized his identity that he would save him.

Before he could check the situation of Lord Dongyunyuan, the hot energy between heaven and earth increased in vain. At the same time, Lord Dongyunyuan's eyes were quickly annihilated in the large piece of fire red reflected in the reflected area.

"Is there any danger?" Zhang Fan reacted so quickly, and his heart was shaking.

He didn't even turn around for a moment, and didn't even look at the enemy who was attacking first, and just pushed it out with one palm."

The boundless heat gathered between a palm, turning into a golden concentrated palm print, and blasted on a red shadow that had already pounced on a close-up position.

This palm seems easy, but in fact it is Zhang Fan who takes the innate qi as the basis and borrows the infinite power of the great sun in the world to fight the strong attack on the flesh and blood. It is definitely not easy.

A lion fights a rabbit, and also uses all his strength.

In this mysterious place, he dared not take any slight slightness.

With a palm, Zhang Fan's expression suddenly changed.

"What's wrong!" The surging power burst out, and it also made a small sense of Sichuan 7.

With the golden boiled palm print, a fiery red boiled beast that looked like a lion noon appeared.

He still roared in his mouth, as if there was endless anger and reluctance.

"I didn't die."

Zhang Fan took a deep breath, and while blocking the Lord of Dongyunyuan, he focused his attention at the flame lion monster.

Of course, he knew the power of his palm. Not to mention a mere monster, even a real Yuanying person could not easily take it. However, when hitting this strange monster, it was like a mud cow entering the sea, and it had no effect except to shake it away.

Even without this scene, Zhang Fan would definitely pay attention to this monster after seeing it. After all, in the ten-day sky and the creatures were silent, there was an ordinary starting beast that could survive? At this glance, Zhang Fan's eyes first flashed with surprise, and then suddenly realized.

"I see".

The fire lion monster that was roaring at him with his head raised and wanted to pounce on him was a little concerned. The flames were burning around him, and the heart was dazzling, as if there were golden fires.

On its lion's head, three or four inches up between its eyes, a cold and black arrow penetrated deeply, and almost half of the remaining one was exposed.

Around the arrow, the flames were extinguished, revealing the blood-stained forehead of the lion.

When Zhang Fan saw it, he roughly understood the roots and feet of the flaming lion monster.

It seems that it is nothing more than a natural fire spirit monster, which has some great sun power. The other monsters and creatures are mostly silent when exposed to the sun for ten days. Only such monsters are like fish in water. Not only does their cultivation level skyrocket, but they can also exert ten times the power of the world when the energy of heaven and earth is filled with the power of the sun.

If you change the rest of the place, at other times, the Lord of Yidong Yunyuan is also top-notch among the Yuanying Real People. If you fight against three or even ten, there will not be any major problems.

But now, a mere flaming lion is enough to suppress him steadily.

Tenth**, the arrow on the forehead of the flame lion.

Even if it is the masterpiece of the Lord Dongyunyuan, it is no wonder that this flaming lion is chasing him. Even though he knows that Zhang Fan is not easy to mess with, he is still unwilling to retreat.

"Don't you retreat?" Zhang Fan smiled coldly, looked at the roaring flame lion and said, "Then Zhang will fulfill your words and he took a step forward.

In an instant, he approached the flame lion dozens of feet away, and at the same time he poked out one palm.

It's covered from afar."

He roared angrily, and the flame lion did not hesitate anymore and rushed up. In an instant, the flames on his body soared into the sky, a hundred times higher than before.

The power of this pounce is probably not many people who can resist it in the secret realm of Tianmen. Even a top Nascent Soul master like Dongyun Yuan, may be quite likely to fall under him.

But it met Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan's absolute strength at this time may not be able to be superior to Lord Dongyun Yuan and others after he was blocked by the power of heaven and earth. However, it is very easy to deal with monsters like him.

"Swoosh!" Zhang Fan's palm did not dodge, and when he pressed his head, the heat gathered from the skyrocketing flames was like a tired bird returning to the forest. All of them were thrown into his palms and disappeared in an instant.

"Bang!" Zhang Fan's palm pressed accurately on the dark arrow, and penetrated without any obstacles, piercing through the flame lion's protective flame hard skull.

Completely infiltrated into his body.

At this time, the power of the invading flames was introduced into the dantian along his meridians.

Deep in his dantian, the Donghuang Bell rang suddenly with a "dong" bell, and then swallowed the invading flames, as if he had taken a hot bath, extremely relaxed and comfortable.

Although Zhang Fan was unable to use his magic weapon at this time, he wanted to hurt him with a mere flame, which was like a fool.

With a "bang", the huge body of the flame lion fell to the ground, and then it collapsed inch by inch, turning into dust and scattered between heaven and earth.

"Huh?!" Zhang Fan raised his eyebrows, and a strange color flashed in his eyes.

This blow was enough to make the Flame Lion die. Mo Yong doubted that he wanted to take the original fire of the Flame Lion and study why this monster could be like a fish in water under the power of ten days? Unexpectedly, it died so thoroughly that even its body turned into dust.

There is only one possibility for this result, "Even the original fire is annihilated?" "How can you hear me?" The more Zhang Fan thought about it, the more wrong it became. With a wave of his sleeve, the dust filled the sky, the dark arrow jumped into his eyes.

“Is it because of it?.

Zhang Fan's mind suddenly flashed through the strangeness of the arrow when it was inserted into the forehead of the flamed lion, and he had a little understanding.

Just at this moment, an intermittent, extremely faint moan came from behind him.

"Arrow," Arrow, the Lord of Dongyunyuan stretched out his hand with difficulty, curled up weakly in the air, and slapped it softly, and hit the ground heavily.
Chapter completed!