Inside the Mukushui barrier... Fork is, Fanxin Tian "Hmm?"

"What's going on?"

Zhang Fan frowned slightly and looked around.

Beyond the real water barrier, there are vaguely undulating mountains, overlapping mountains, and flying eaves in the water curtain, but at this moment, it seems that it is not the same thing at all.

It is dim and hazy. This is the background color of the whole world.

The dark and violent are the temperament of the earth under your feet.

Where to go, a large area of ​​scarlet rocks spread out from the black, spreading like a floating island, nestled in the dim sky.

This floating island is not just floating, but also a layer of film covering the whole, which vaguely draws a boundary with the desert-like dimness, like a large cage, imprisoning the people in it.

After roughly looking, Zhang Fan focused his attention ahead.

Not far away, Ling Fengxiao and others were standing quietly on the spot, focusing their attention at a place in the center.

There, a platform rose from the ground, still made of dark and dark red stones, and there was a stone staircase at the waist of the platform to lead directly to the top.

There was not much decoration at the top of the platform, and it looked extremely thick and wide. There was only a stone platform with ten people lying flat on it. A ball of green on it was like a flame, gently fluttering in the wind.

Unconsciously, as long as you see this green man, you can't help but hold your breath, as if you are afraid of accidentally blowing it away."

The sound was muffled. It sounded in this cage-like floating island. Everyone looked back suddenly and glared at them.

Zhang Fan also looked in the sound and saw Chen Lang struggling and climbing up from the ground. The sweat on his face had wet the ground in an instant.

"He came in with him too?"

Zhang Fan shook his head secretly, not knowing what to say.

He could understand this person's heart, but he had paid such a great price. It was a pity to give up halfway, so he wanted to follow in and try his luck.

As for gain or loss, then...

Zhang Fan just took a quick look and stopped looking at him. He could clearly feel that several gazes were focusing on him.

Needless to say, naturally, Ling Fengxiao and several other masters of the alchemy.

"My friend! I need your help now."

Looking in the sound, Ling Fengxiao was smiling and said leisurely.

At this time, the three masters of the elixir, including Shui Gongshui Po, also withdrew their gaze from the stone platform and looked over with a bright look.

This gaze is no qualitatively different from the one who looked at the dust waves before. The difference is that it is much hotter, and the gaze and body seem to be about to burn.

"They attach great importance to things like this altar!"

In an instant, Zhang Fan came to the conclusion.

His thoughts were changing a lot. However, his answer was not hesitant at all: "I should serve you, Senior Ling, please explain in detail."

"good!"

Ling Fengxiao smiled and said leisurely: "This altar is the witch's altar, and the ball of dark fire on it is even more of a Netherworld spell!"

"The Altar of the Witch Dao? Netherworld Spell?"

"What is this?"

Zhang Fan frowned. He had never heard of these two nouns.

As if he knew his doubts, Ling Fengxiao said to him: "I wonder if my friend has ever heard of "remnants."

"Remnants?!"

Zhang Fan's expression trembled. I have really heard of it.

It has been several years since I talked about the underground world of immortal cultivation. I have read a lot of basic classics and anecdotes, and a lot of them are about the "remnants" mentioned by Ling Fengxiao.

The so-called remnants are actually native immortal cultivators in the underground world of immortal cultivation.

When the immortal cultivators in Qinzhou came here through teleportation arrays on the surface, they were the first to come into contact with them, besides the wild beasts all over the mountains.

These relics have their own unique features to survive in the world of the wild beast of the underground world of immortal cultivation, but they are not just the path of immortal cultivation.

Zhang Fan didn't know what exactly it was. After all, the classics he could come into contact with were all ordinary goods on the market. There was a big gap with the real secret sects, and there was a lot of taboos in it. He seemed unwilling to talk about the magical powers of the remains, only knowing that their magical powers were actually not weak. Because of different ideas and fighting for survival resources, he also fought with the cultivators. Although he was eventually defeated and completely withdrew from the stage of history, he also caused great losses to the cultivators.

"Witchcraft, the magical power of the remnants!"

"The remnants are weak and do not practice the path of immortality, and cannot live forever. The stronger the magical powers, the shorter the lifespan of those who live forever.

"But their magical powers are really earth-shaking. It is really a shame to use them, and it is really a matter of extinction of people and animals within thousands of miles."

"The altar in front of you is the preparation necessary for the survivors to perform witchcraft, and the platform above is used for the blood sacrifice."

Ling Fengxiao had no intention of stopping, and explained it continuously. Although it was time to stop, Zhang Fan still had a certain understanding of the so-called remnants and witchcraft.

"Sacrifice, blood sacrifice, weak magical powers and powerful magical powers!"

When Zhang Fan was thinking about something, Ling Fengxiao's explanation came to an end.

"The ghost fire on the altar is the witchcraft Netherworld spell that has been completed with the blood sacrifice, and only the excitement of the witchcraft Netherworld spell

"The Black Evil Ancestor is actually a witchcraft, he is really amazing and beautiful.

"A hundred years ago, the seniors we were waiting for stopped here. The Yellow Sha Jue Realm behind was learned from the words left by the Heisha Ancestor."

"Okay. My friend, I will rely on you after that. Use your magical powers and flames to destroy this fog of light fire when it is stimulated. Then everything will be fine, otherwise everyone will die without a place to bury!"

At the end, Ling Fengxiao's expression became solemn. Even the other three masters of Killing Dan were also heavy, and they were obviously very afraid of this Netherworld spell.

At this point, Zhang Fan could understand why Ling Fengxiao insisted on inviting him to come.

This Netherworld Spell may be terrifying when it is completely released after being activated, but before it is fully activated, it is just a mass of ghost fire with the Yin Demon attribute. It is entirely possible that it will be destroyed by Zhiwang Zhiyang and the flames of the earth. This is what Ling Fengxiao and the others have made of it.

This idea cannot be wrong, but why should we find a person with powerful flame magical powers in the foundation-building stage?

In fact, as long as you look for a master of Killing Dan who practices flame magic, even if his flame is not too special, it is enough to deal with this ball of ghost fire.

Zhang Fan's expression remained unchanged, and he kept sneering in his heart.

They did this with the idea of ​​silence. If they invited a master of elixir, they might even create variables out of thin air. A foundation-building Great Perfection? You can't let it be!

"Hmph! Let's see."

Zhang Fan calmed down and threw out all the distracting thoughts. Anyway, he was going to touch the secrets of fragments of this world and find the bronze cauldron. This Netherworld spell is necessary, and it would be okay to be used by them. He saw who laughed the most and left.

"Young Master is ready, Senior Ling please cast a spell!"

Zhang Fan smiled slightly. He lifted his spiritual power and the golden and red flames were dyed all over his body, and for a moment he seemed like a god of fire.

"Okay! It's all up to my little brother.

Ling Fengxiao didn't say much, and moved, and the black water rushed straight to the altar like an ink dragon.

This time, it seemed as if one blow knocked down the pillar of heaven, and the land was overturned today. The huge floating island began to tremble violently, and the altar cracked inch by inch, collapsing from the stone stairs.

“Wow!

The strong wind sounded and unwarranted.

Above the altar, the faint fire seemed to wake up instantly, and it swayed and suddenly flew up.

It flew up to three feet high, and the light fire suddenly expanded by no less than ten times. It was originally only slightly larger than the fist, but now it is no less than the size of a watermelon.

"wind!"

"ice!"

"water!"

It seemed as if there was some tacit understanding. Just as the ghost fire flew three feet away, the four masters of the alchemy attacked at the same time.

In an instant, the black water surging huge waves, the wind was like a dragon sucking water, and the black ice was like an iceberg collapsed, surrounded and seemed to be afraid, without contact with the ghost fire, but invisible power was emitted, constantly squeezing its space, making it unable to explode and sweep everything in an instant.

This is just a temporary measure. Under the squeeze of the four of them, it can be seen from the naked eye that although the faint fire has the intention of contracting, a little green flame in the center gradually condenses, and a faint cry of unwillingness appears.

It is obvious. If the stalemate continues like this, Ling Fengxiao and the other four will definitely not be able to control it. Then, as he said, everyone will die together.

This is the wonder of magical powers. Ling Fengxiao clearly has the cultivation level of the late stage of the Killing Pill, and the other three are at least experts in the middle stage of the Killing Pill, but it is impossible to know this ball of extremely evil fire.

With their unique magical power based on the Black Water True Method, even giving them a top-level fire-attribute magic weapon, such as the Vermilion Bird Ring, etc., is not enough to deal with this group of ghost fire.

“My friend

The power of this Netherworld spell was obviously beyond their expectations, and Ling Fengxiao suddenly turned around and shouted.

Zhang Fan did not intend to make trouble with them at this time. Not to mention that there is still a bronze tripod that needs to be found in the future, it is not worth it even if he dies with them.

Missed this moment. With his flame magical power, he could no longer control this foul fire.

He took a deep breath, exhaled and opened his breath, and a crow cried suddenly resounded.

After reaching this world, it was the first time that he had the best efforts to stimulate the magic image in the battle. In an instant, a huge phantom appeared. His wings were across the sky, stepped in the air, looking at the level of peace, standing proudly.

It is the ancient demon emperor, the three-legged golden crow!

"What kind of magical power is this?

Ling Fengxiao and others were stunned at the same time, but they did not recognize the Dharma image.

Zhang Fan had no time to distract himself. His palms rose like a flame red lotus, and balls of flames kept rising from his ten fingers. There was the golden red sun true power, the black red golden crow demon fire, the pure source of fire, and the sporadic golden flames of the sun."

Today, with his great perfection in foundation building, he can already condense scattered pure sun golden flames through the three-legged golden crow Dharma image. This little golden flame may not be able to fight against the enemy, but it can be the core of countless flames.

"scold!"

"Purifying fire red lotus. Strong and bright!"

The red lotus flew out in response to the sound. When it appeared again, it had already flew under the faint fire, slowly closing and surrounding it,
Chapter completed!