"Good opportunity!"

Zhang Fan suddenly stood up and looked at the terrible roar of the water shaking the sky, almost dying, with divine light in his eyes, as if there was any substance.

The Holy Son Demon God is indeed extraordinary. He is worthy of hiding carefully. Under the blow he exerted with anger, his defense and vitality were extremely powerful. At this time, he was full of holes, his scales fell, his flesh and blood were blurred, and he was only hung in one breath and fell from the air weakly.

It was the weakest time. Now, as long as any foundation-building cultivator can take his life, he cannot seize such a good opportunity, he will not be Zhang Fan."

The black nest flies, the golden crow melts the fire, and the escape of the fire suddenly bursts out.

On the lakeside, the virtual statue of the Holy Son and Demon God disappeared in the air. The kneeling residents stood up one after another. Seeing the tragic roar of avoiding water in the air, the cheers suddenly shook the sky.

"Great Elder!!!"

At the beginning, it was still chaotic. In an instant, the shouting to the Great Elder became the only one in the world

Faced with the support of the tribe and the soon-to-be beast treasure, a smile appeared on the old face of the great elder Ni Sang.

Then, the smile on the internet bloomed to the point of normalcy. Ni Sang's expression changed suddenly, and he looked at a place in the distant ghost forest.

Just below, everyone was still cheering and celebrating this victory, a domineering aura suddenly soared into the sky. At the center of the breath, several giant trees were uprooted by the rolling airflow and threw them away with a bang.

At this time, the remnants just woke up like a dream, but it was too late.

The sound of explosions was roaring, and the flames flashed, gradually becoming an iridescent momentum, approaching the roar of the water-repelling roar that fell halfway.

The lightning speed is not enough to describe the speed of this fire. I am afraid that only the real speed of light can be better than him!

Among the remnants, Ni Xiang's cultivation is the most profound. Although witchcraft and immortal path belong to different systems, in fact, his cultivation is at least equivalent to the realm of the Great Perfection of the Killing Pill, which can be said to be extremely terrifying.

If you want to talk about defects, it means that his body is far less powerful than that of an immortal cultivator.

In his eyes, it was not a person who had passed the sky at this time, but a golden and red flame. After approaching the water-free Zhentian Roar, the flame did not stop at all. A black claw of the flame poked out and broke into the water-free Zhentian Roar's body and grabbed it!

"Will you dare?!"

A roar full of energy came from afar. An invisible wave of air suddenly burst out with his hunched body as the center. Invisible ripples spread, throwing away everything within a radius of more than ten feet around. It was his son, a middle-aged man in gorgeous clothes, who was the patriarch, who also flew into the air for a few fights before he fell to the ground, covered in dust and was in a mess.

You dare? If you have done everything, why don’t you dare?

The palm retracted, the flames converged, and a fist-sized earth-yellow orb appeared on Zhang Fan's palm, slightly warm, emitting a hint of heat, pulsing faintly, as if it were the heart.

The beast treasure that concerns Wan'er's life has finally been obtained.

Although he wished to kill all the following human scum who used humans as sacrifices for generations and food for another kind of life, at this time, Wan'er's life is the most important, so he doesn't plan to stay any longer.

In the blood of the remaining limbs that were waking away from water all over the sky, golden and red flames rose again, and the violent momentum spread across the sky like a giant pillar of wolf smoke. A crow cries resounded, and Zhang Fan's body blurred and was about to disappear.

If he uses the golden crow to melt fire again at this time, it will be like the sky is so high that birds can fly, and the sea is so vast that the fish will leap. It is not easy to search for Zhang Fan with a black cage in the huge ghost forest, let alone he can fight but hurt some energy, and get rid of everyone below at a very fast speed. At that time, who can keep him?

Unfortunately, the remnants below are descendants of the ancient sage queen after all. How could they survive under the high pressure of the underground immortal cultivation world?

The golden crow melted fire, just halfway through, nearly a hundred remaining people led by men in a gorgeous costume sat in a circle, muttering in their mouths, as if chanting something.

This time the witch magic spell was cast very quickly. After all, it was not a blood sacrifice, so it was not that troublesome. At the most critical moment, Zhang Fan was about to travel thousands of miles away. These remnants suddenly shouted at the same time and sprayed out all of their hot blood.

This passionate blood gathered together, evaporated into blood mist, condensed into the image of a demon god, but it had three heads and six arms, changing for no reason.

With their strength, let alone spitting out essence and blood, they even took their lives together, and it was impossible to distract the demon god and summon the demon in the lower realm. What appears now is just means such as spiritual energy transformation.

The means may not be strong, but at this critical point is Shi Fu, it is extremely important.

The Demon God Void Statue Network appeared, and two balls of flames suddenly appeared under their feet, and with a roar, they suddenly disappeared in front of the remains. When they appeared again, they had already hit less than one foot in front of Zhang Fan.

"So fast!"

Zhang Fan's expression condensed, and the golden crow's wings that had reached the north halfway north suddenly exploded!

Golden Crow Fire Feather, this magic and spirit technique has rarely been used since the foundation was built, and now it is just to use it with the flow.

At the critical moment, Zhang Fan clearly judged that if he forced himself to escape, he would be hit by the demon statue before he could even be beaten to the fire, and he would have to make this choice.

With his current cultivation level of the Golden Pill, the power of the Golden Crow Fire Feathers will naturally not be as good as that of decades ago.

The whistling sound of the sky seemed like billions of feather arrows breaking through the sky, extremely sharp, instantly filled the body of the demon statue. At the same time, Zhang Fan spread his sleeves, like a flag flying in the strong wind, revealing his palms covered with golden and red flames, and blasted out from afar."

The sound of burning and explosion sounded. In an instant, endless chaos of spiritual energy dispersed. The powerful wind pressed the lake and stirred up big waves to the sky.

With one full blow, nearly a hundred survivors gathered the magical powers that were used by the remnants, and immediately shattered. The spiritual power traction magical powers affected, and hundreds of remnants all spit out a mouthful of blood. They fell softly, and even the middle-aged man in the gorgeous clothes was no exception.

Seeing Zhang Fan so powerful, the middle-aged man in gorgeous clothes had a bloody mouth and a look of horror on his face. He looked up at the great elder who was still standing on the altar and shouted:

"Father," before the rest of his words could be said, he heard a cold voice: "Stop, you waste, have lost all the face of our holy clan."

Before he finished speaking, the blood-red altar suddenly flew away, flying high and shrinking, reaching more than a hundred feet high, the place that was just half a human size, floating quietly in front of Ni Sang.

Although the altar has shrunk, the bloody aura on it has not decreased, but has become even stronger. It seems that with the shrinking action, the essence accumulated in countless years has been forced to come out. A struggle and sacrifice are a glimmer of hope for a glimmer of life. The resolute temperament of daring to turn the world is undoubtedly revealed.

Correspondingly, the appearance of the great elder Ni Sang also underwent earth-shaking changes.

"External man, put down the beast treasure, I will make the decision to let you live a life!"

The old and desolate sounds are like singing in the endless Gobi Desert, not only on the lake, but echoing in the entire ghost forest.

During the breaks of speaking, Ni Sang's aging body was straightened inch by inch. As soon as he finished speaking, he became as straight as a spear and as sharp as a sword. Even his wrinkled old face suddenly showed glory.

At this moment, infinite vitality replaced the dead energy in the body. From the breath, it seemed that in an instant, he had returned to his prime.

"What if I say no?"

Zhang Fan raised his eyebrows and said quietly as if he had not noticed the other party's intention to delay time.

"Then you don't have to leave!"

Ni Sang smiled grimly, and his thin palm suddenly stretched out and pressed it on the altar floating in front of him.

"Crazy"

There were continuous sounds in the sky, from all directions, as if the entire ghost forest suddenly came to life, and was swaying in its teeth and claws, devouring everything.

At the same time, a huge shadow covered it, and the entire ghost forest seemed to instantly merge into the night. Even the omnipresent Yuandong light never revealed a slight.

Today, there was only that altar in the ground. It was still emitting blood-red light, and in addition to this, there was darkness and silence.

"Can you still leave now?"

The sound of the skeleton came from Ni Sang's mouth. In just a while, the wrinkles on his face seemed to have been smoothed out a lot, and he looked like an ordinary old man named Dong, no longer dying.

Zhang Fan laughed, waved his sleeves and said, "I didn't want to leave anymore, so what's wrong with you guys, the scum?"

This was not something he said. Since he had just been blocked by the remnants led by the middle-aged Chinese costume, he knew that it would be impossible to escape if he didn't happen.

Judging from the magical powers and methods shown by the great elder Ni Sang, as long as he can react, he can only be trapped, and he has to fight for the last game. Since that is the case, Zhang Fan is too lazy to spend more time.

Besides, according to his original intention, he no longer wants to let these human shames stay in the world.

If someone else did this, it would be fine. These remnants regarded themselves as descendants of the ancient saint queens. They claimed to be the saint clan. While they were proud, they were trampling on the glory of their ancestors and trampling on the status of the dominance of the world that humans had only been struggling for billions of years. They were no longer worthy of living in these realms.

"Go on!"

"I want to see, what are you capable of shame to your ancestors besides sacrificed your own lives?"
Chapter completed!