Cook it red dots. Dye the clouds in the east sky

The red sun jumped out of the mountains, the darkness gradually faded away, and the light shone on the earth, and it was another day.

The rising sun shone the light into the dense clouds with difficulty and sprinkled on the streets of Fangshi, as if a layer of golden clothes were added to the bluestone pavement.

In the past, with the first sunlight shining, the crowds on the entire street will gradually increase, not far from the bustling prosperity.

But what appeared in front of Zhang Fan at this time was dead silent. Not to mention the crowds of people, I never heard of the chirping of chickens and dogs. There were only scattered sounds of ghosts crying, and they came from afar.

Dead City!

After the final resistance disappeared, this market was already a typical dead city, with only Zhang Fan walking through the streets. In addition, there were only ghosts that could not be avoided.

That's right, it's just that you can't avoid it.

Zhang Fan held the Netherworld White Bone Banner in his hand. As long as there was a ghost who had not avoided it in time, he would be caught in the banner without even looking at it.

The banner was rolled up, as if a big wave was rolling, and the ghost disappeared in an instant, and a faint wave came from the Netherworld White Bone Banner.

This is one of the functions of the Netherworld White Bone Banner, to capture and collect ghosts.

Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many ghosts to fill Zhang Fan's knife edge. Unfortunately, in the previous battle, the ghosts in the White Bone Banner consumed as much as 90%. At this time, it was empty. If you hadn't rushed to Banxian Hall, Zhang Fan would have to make some replenishment here.

With the Netherworld White Bone Banner in hand, Zhang Fan would no longer use his spiritual power to kill the ghosts, and would not let the demon babies who were eager to try out come out. Although this would help them advance, it would have to waste some time. He could not afford to waste any time now.

Maybe it was a pity that the gods saw it, and this was much smoother. Not only did all the ghosts disappear, but other ancient remnants were also a pound. I didn’t encounter them, and soon, I arrived in front of Banxiantang.

As soon as he stopped, Zhang Fan's face darkened, and the faint look of expectation was instantly replaced by heavy anxiety.

The door of Banxian Hall suddenly opened, not just opened, but was broken open.

Zhang Fan's eyes were like this. The thick wooden door was full of traces of scratches, and a large dark hole in the middle was extremely irregular, as if it was being rushed into the tear-breaking place by a tiger.

In this case, it is obvious that the people inside closed the door to resist, but were ruthlessly broken into it by the ghost.

Zhang Fan had no time to take a closer look and rushed past.

The door, which was about to fall apart, brushed his body and immediately collapsed. Before it could fall to the ground, it burned like firewood, but it was caused by Zhang Fan's mood and the fire leaking from the body.

It is dark and gloomy inside, and the sun cannot penetrate, and the flames rising around Zhang Fan are the best lighting.

Under the reflection of the fire, the situation in the lobby on the first floor is clearly visible.

The counters on both sides were broken and the ground was covered with all kinds of magic weapons. These things that usually make low-level monks flock to them fell so desolately and no one paid attention to them.

In front of the stairs leading to the second floor collapsed, and the five elements magic traces were obvious. It was obviously caused by accidental injury to the stairs when resisting from a high position.

"Um?"

Even though he was in a state of excitement, it did not affect Zhang Fan's judgment. As soon as he saw the situation in the hall, he passed it a little in his mind and a conclusion was obtained.

"Have help from outsiders."

Judging from the traces of magic and the fact that layers of resistance are not caused by his grandfather, a cultivator at the seventh level of the Qi Refining Stage. With his strength, he is only barely able to compete with a ghost, and he will definitely not be able to achieve such a battle result.

not to mention",

Zhang Fan picked up under his feet, and something that had been curled up into a ball flew up with his movements, supporting it with invisible force, allowing it to slowly float in front of him.

I looked closer. The thing that curled into a ball had a bulge, its tail was as big as a ponytail, its two front paws were small and sharp like pangolins, and its armpits had thin flesh wings like bats. The back palm was webbed-shaped duck. The other part was a mouse, or a monster similar to a mouse.

The reason why it is called a monster is because there is a faint dissipation of demonic aura on its body. However, this demonic aura is a little lighter, and if you don’t look at it carefully, you can hardly distinguish it.

"A rat!"

After seeing it clearly, Zhang Fan immediately recognized its roots and feet.

Ji Rat, one of the zero-level monsters, can be said to be the weakest among monsters, the more powerful family, which can be hunted, which shows its weakness.

If it weren't for its weak demonic aura and some ordinary magical powers that were not as good as that, it would be hard to imagine that such a weak thing could be among the monsters.

There is an old saying: "If you have no feet, you will be able to fly, and if you have five tricks, you will be poor."

The former is obvious, while the latter is all unlucky. I believe that if the Tengshe knows it, it will be shameful and angry.

What is Tengsnake? It is a dragon's alien species, a powerful monster with the first-class Fire God. It can become a dragon when it flies. It is also considered a powerful existence that is rampant in the ancient times.

What about rats?

You can fly but not pass the house, you can be destined but not missed, you can travel but not pass through the valley. You can be safe but not hide your body, and you can walk but not be a predecessor. As the saying goes, the five abilities are not skilled, which means that there are five kinds of supernatural powers, but none of them have any effect, and are referred to as waste.

But such a waste is not useless. At least its reproductive ability is incomparable. With countless natural enemies looking around, it can still be seen everywhere, even in the market of immortal cultivators.

It was not surprising that there was a place here. What was strange was that in the not-so-spacious hall, there were dozens of such rat corpses, and most of them died in the confrontation with ghosts.

This can be seen from the stiff and shriveled corpse of the mouse, which is the manifestation of the yin energy eroding into the body and causing death.

Zhang Fan frowned slightly, removed his spiritual power, and let the corpse of the rat fall, making a "bang" sound.

If it is left for a hundred years, it can transform into a rat zombie with the degree of yin energy in its body. This is the terrifying effect of yin energy.

"Who is helping to resist and can he invite you to help?"

Zhang Fan couldn't help but feel suspicious.

Since the rat naturally cannot fight the ghost here without any grudges. Obviously, it is only possible that someone can summon it.

With a question in his heart, Zhang Fan moved his body and flashed, and appeared on the second floor, moving forward quickly.

At this point, he still didn't hear any fighting sounds, and his heart couldn't help but sink.

“No.”

"I definitely won't!"

While Zhang Fan kept comforting himself in his heart, his speed continued to decrease and soon arrived in front of a portal.

He came along the traces of the battle. From the downstairs to here, the intensity of the battle continued to rise. From Zhang Fan's perspective, he was already a magical power that only a monk in the Foundation Establishment Stage could have.

At the same time, the corpses of Jirai are also increasing, especially before the portal, which are piled up like small hills. At the critical moment, my grandfather and the foundation-building monk who came to help should have blocked the ghost with Jirai, and he hid in the room.

These thoughts flashed by, and Zhang Fan's eyes condensed into the door.

It is still open and still broken. This wooden door is vaguely like the outside door.

This is the old man’s usual residence.

Seeing it, Zhang Fan couldn't help but think of the old man's cheerful smile and his red face. He hesitated for a moment and did not dare to take a step, for fear that something would be unbearable to be waiting for him not far away, through this broken portal.

The heart is cold. For example, in the cold winter, it is soaked in the depths of the water.

After struggling for a while, Zhang Fan still held back and slowly reached out his hand, trembling slightly, and put it on the wooden door.

With a "boom!", the wooden door broke open, as if he was afraid that he would lose his courage if he was breathing. Zhang Fan never stopped for a moment and immediately walked inside quickly.

“Huh?”

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Fan almost opened his eyes hard, and he didn't expect to see him and immediately spoke in surprise.

On his face, he was surprised, then ecstatic, and finally he was confused.

Surprised that I didn't expect that at this final resistance, there was still no trace of grandpa and others;

Ecstasy is because he has never seen a corpse, at least he doesn't have to face the pain of his grandfather's death. He hesitated outside the door for a long time. In fact, in his heart, he has already made the best plan for the worst.

I am puzzled. I am no longer here, where can they be?

With this question in mind, Zhang Fan's eyes instantly swept through the room.

This room is not very big, and at first glance, you can see all the situations.

The destruction and damage are several times more serious than outside, and there are almost no pieces that are the size of a palm. They are all destroyed by violent forces and have been made into preparatory fans.

This is venting anger. It is instinctive catharsis when you cannot find your goal.

The traces of the Five Elements magic are everywhere, which is roughly the same as the situation in the outside world. I think it is left by the person who draws his sword to help.

The strangest thing is that there is an extremely abundant spiritual energy. Even after such a long time, it still lingers in this small room.

Following the source of spiritual energy, Zhang Fan found some traces under the cover of the corpses of rats.

With a wave of her sleeves, all the corpses flew, revealing what was covered under her,

"This is"

After seeing this, Zhang Fan's face was first stunned, then extremely ecstatic, and he kept hanging high and finally put it back in his stomach. In the end, reality did not show the cruelest side in front of him.

The complex and mysterious lines on the ground are carefully imprinted on the ground, coordinated and beautiful, like a picture with exquisite composition.

Although there were all kinds of scratches and four sinks on the lines above, Zhang Fan still easily identified it:

"Teleportation array!!!"
Chapter completed!