"The realm of transformation is inevitable?"

"The fate of my great supernatural powers in the Dharma Xiang Sect, will it end?"

The smile on Zhang Fan's face became colder, like the dark ice condensed for thousands of years, and the coldness of the eyes penetrated the bone marrow.

"I, Zhang Fan, have been practicing immortality for hundreds of years, and have walked to this day step by step. It is not an exaggeration to describe it as a mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood."

"No matter who you want to come, will Zhang be afraid?"

"People, especially those who are cultivating immortals who point directly to the path of immortality, cannot be without awe in their hearts, but they cannot have any fear."

"Zhang is insignificant and fashionable and fearless. Now he is a person who is growing up in the soul, but he is still afraid of his head and tail, greedy for life and death. So what kind of immortals can he cultivate?"

...

In just a short moment, countless thoughts flashed through Zhang Fan's mind. He did not say it all with Zhu Jiuxiao. However, Zhu Jiuxiao was always paying attention to him, so how could he not see the violent and arrogance hidden in Zhang Fan's heart?

The kind of scruples that the sky blocks in front of him and needs to be split open is truly revealed in front of Zhu Jiuxiao.

In the past few years, although Zhu Jiuxiao and Zhang Fan had a good relationship, they knew that Zhang Fan had many things and most of his experiences. However, the two were brothers of the sect after all, and he had never really seen Zhang Fan look like he was in danger and killing life and death.

Only then did he feel the firmness of his mind and aura revealing his true intentions, and he truly understood the horror of facing Zhang Fan in the field of life and death.

At this moment, Zhang Fan suddenly smiled slightly, nodded slowly and said, "Thank you, Senior Brother Zhu, I know it in my heart."

Zhu Jiuxiao talked about these with him, just telling him that all the predecessors of the sect who had entered the realm of Transformation of Gods in the Faxiang Sect for tens of thousands of years had fallen. The hidden black hands behind him were absolutely terrifying and powerful.

In today's world, in the sky and the earth, except for the vague fairy world, the only one with this power is the spiritual fairy world.

"So, the enemy of our Faxiang Sect is at least one of the masterminds behind the scenes. Should it be the ancient giant in the spiritual immortal world?"

This is almost certain. Zhu Jiuxiao's heavy nodding when he heard this proved this statement. He pondered for a moment and couldn't help but persuade him again: "Junior Brother Zhang, if you follow your plan, it would be like directly challenging the spiritual immortals in the spiritual immortal world. The movement is so great that there will be no room for buffering. You have to go on the path that my seniors in the sect once took."

"At that time, you can't help but think clearly?"

Zhu Jiuxiao's persuasion was thoughtful, and Zhang Fan also knew his meaning well.

Such a stir was a certain thing, so the mastermind behind the scenes had never let go of the gods of the Dharma Xiang Sect, and it was impossible for him to let him go now.

Zhang Fan will step on the path that his predecessors have taken without choice. Even if he doesn't want to, others will let him go, and he will definitely kill him in the bud.

At this time, after asking "Have you figured it out?", Zhu Jiuxiao looked at Zhang Fan and looked particularly complicated, with expectations, worries, and even a sense of confusion. He was himself, and he didn't know how to choose.

He hoped that Zhang Fan could do it, break the barriers of the eternal and uncover the secrets behind the scenes, and was worried about losing the most likely hope in tens of thousands of years.

After a moment of silence, Zhang Fan suddenly laughed loudly.

“Hahahahaha~~”

"Senior Brother Zhu, do you think I don't do that, can the mastermind behind me be able to let me go?"

"Can he tolerate the Divine Transformation Master of the Dharma Xiang Sect? Can he tolerate the Divine Transformation Master of the Seventy-two Sects who have been banned for countless years by me?"

"Of course it's impossible," Zhu Jiuxiao said firmly: "But it can buffer for a few years and give you more preparation time. I can also step into the transformation of the gods, first..."

"Senior brother doesn't need to be like this"

Zhang Fan waved his hand suddenly and stopped Zhu Jiuxiao's words.

Without listening, he knew what Zhu Jiuxiao wanted to do. It was nothing more than that he had entered the realm of transformation of the gods, and then he first walked on the thorny path of exploring the secrets of the past and rescuing the sect's predecessors.

In any case, it is enough for the later generation Zhang Fanjian

Zhu Jiuxiao's intentions are good, but how could Zhang Fan let him do this?

"Don't worry, Brother Zhu, since Zhang dares to let his senior brother release those orders and set up a huge stage, he will naturally be sure to shock the world in one fell swoop."

"What about the spiritual immortals? What about the mastermind behind the scenes back then? No matter who it is, the claws naturally chop the claws, and the head protruding naturally beheaded."

"Look at how big the world is, who can stop me?"

After saying this, Zhang Fan suppressed the excitement in his heart, stepped out in one step, stood side by side with Zhu Jiuxiao, and stood in front of the Zhoutian Star Map, and said seriously: "Senior Brother Zhu, the Dharma Xiang Sect cannot be without you."

"No matter whether this move succeeds or fails, I am afraid that I will leave the Faxiang Sect. What is going on and how long it takes is not predictable even if I can't predict it."

"At that time, I would have to protect the Faxiang Sect and protect the sect's inheritance; I would have to protect my family's young man so that I would have no worries."

"Please, senior brother"

Zhang Fan did not salute solemnly, but spoke one by one in a very plain and soothing tone.

Because of this, trust is more visible

"Okay, OK, OK"

Zhu Jiuxiao's whole body was trembling, as if he was suppressing endless excitement, and could burst out at any time: "Zhu just watched his junior brother break up this world and tear all obstacles apart."

"I Zhu Jiuxiao will definitely keep the foundation of the Dharma Xiang Sect, keep my junior brothers and relatives, and wait for you to return in triumphant."

"Zhang, I will definitely live up to my senior brother's high hopes."

...

"Millions of monks gathered in the clouds and bowed their heads to the east China"

The scenes in the Palace of Inheritance that day retreated like a tide, and a thunderclap in the sky still echoed in the sky.

Zhang Fan raised his glass on Dongyang Peak to greet him, and said word by word: "Senior Brother Zhu, you will see it."

As soon as this spoke, it seemed as if the heaven and earth were also shocked, and suddenly it disappeared. The fury thunder and the roaring wind stopped, and the whole heaven and earth were lost.

This strange tranquility lasted for unknown periods, but eventually turned into a downpour.

Through the rainy curtain that slaughtered the world, Zhu Jiuxiao, who was far away in the Palace of Inheritance, seemed to have sensed something, raised a glass of fine wine and drank it all in one gulp.

...

"Are you leaving now?"

Just as Zhang Fan drank a glass of Chinese wine, he threw the wine glass, a pleasant and beautiful voice with a little worry came from behind.

Looking back, I saw Xiruo and Wan'er standing side by side, and there was a hint of worry between the eyebrows of the two stunning women.

“It needs some preparation.”

Zhang Fan nodded and shook his head again.

Xiruo and Wan'er's daughters knew in their hearts that Zhang Fan had to stay in the Faxiang Sect for at least three years. Three years later, it was time for him to truly embark on a thorny road.

However, the joy of this month's gathering is truly over. In the following time, Zhang Fan will set up a earth-shaking stage, set up a million monks, use all the strong men in the world as chess pieces, and perform a drama that shakes the Three Realms.

Thinking of this, Xiruo and Wan'er couldn't help but feel sad. They wanted to say something but couldn't say it.

It was also at this moment that the two looked particularly harmonious, like a pair of sisters, and the faint diaphragm disappeared.

If they said that the previous month, they were happy for the same man's joy; in the days that followed, they would worry about the same man...

"Junior Brother Zhang is indeed a good method."

Shu Tong, who was next to him, secretly praised him and admired him.

Although Shu Wan'er is his junior, her bloodline has been separated by countless generations and she has never even seen each other. If you say that you have any deep feelings, it is completely lies.

Therefore, Shutong did not think of being unfair to Wan'er, but instead admired Zhang Fan very much. Xiruo's personality, it is not difficult to see from the new generation of little demon Youyou. Zhang Fan was able to let her accept Wan'er getting along well, Shutong was so impressed that she was so impressed.

Not to mention Shutong, Zhang Fan had to leave at this time. The stage was set up, and the protagonist, he should also prepare for the stage.

He took a deep breath, nodded at the second girl, and said, "Don't worry, I'll be back."

Then, Zhang Fan smiled apologetically and walked out of the courtyard step by step.

Behind him, Xiruo and Wan'er held hands tightly at some point and watched Zhang Fan leave worriedly. Both of them understood how dangerous it would be to wait for Zhang Fan after this trip.

As a bystander, Shutong would never understand the thoughts of Xiruo and Wan'er at this time. Even Xiruo, who was quite cautious, had forgotten everything at this time, and only remembered that she was the Taoist couple who was gradually moving away and wanted to do something earth-shaking, and she wanted to make her worry.

Even if you walk slowly, it will be only a short moment, but this time is so long in the eyes of Xiruo and others.

Just as Zhang Fan was about to step out of the courtyard, his steps paused for a moment, and he never looked back. Only the still gentle voice came: "Take care for yourself, take care of your grandfather."

"And... I left something in your room, I hope you will like it."

After the words came, Zhang Fan's back completely disappeared from everyone's sight with a wave of his clothes.

At the last moment he stepped out of the courtyard, the side exposed in everyone's eyes was already a piece of firmness and determination. All the tenderness was gone, leaving only the mighty one left.

——Donghua Daojun

After a while, in their respective rooms, Xiruo and Wan'er's tears that had been suppressed for a long time finally turned into pearls along their faces.

In front of Xiruo, the jade bell was a pendant, the magic sword turned into a handle, and the thunder made a tassel. A small ornament that seemed to be hung around her waist and could be held in her hands, lay quietly on her bed.

In Wan'er's hand, a light golden jade flute was lying flat. Every time the fine wind blew by, a melodious sound came from every hole...

"I don't ask for anything, I just want you to be safe."

...

After that day, the land of Qinzhou, which had gradually subsided, and the world of Jiuzhou, were completely boiling.

Qinzhou Faxiang Sect, where the mountain gate of this top sect in Jiuzhou is located, suddenly burst into billions of golden lights, covering the entire mountain range. Its terrifying power is even better than the mountain protection formation that the Faxiang Sect had sealed mountains for a hundred years, and it also isolated the entire Lianyun Mountain Range.

Above this golden light that isolates everything, a large area of ​​black and yellow clouds are rising and gathering, as if something is constantly rising.

In the mysterious yellow cloud, an extremely powerful power emanates, which is extremely terrifying and almost belongs to the world. It is really an immortal who deserves oppression.
To be continued...