"Drag him to death!"

After three days and three nights, he stayed up and fought and retreated. He finally dragged this strong enemy to death. He felt unwillingness in the air. Zhang Fan slowly softened and fell to the ground, with an extremely happy smile on his face.

At this time, in the air by the lakeside, in addition to Ni Sang's regret and unwillingness, there was also anger that roared directly in the soul and a powerful thought. It suddenly disappeared!

Eight-armed Demon God!

Obviously, the devil's distraction was hated by him. Anyone who was fooled like a monkey for three days and three nights without the chance to revenge would go crazy, let alone the demon who has survived to this day in ancient times.

Feeling this thought, Zhang Fan's smile became stronger and he never cared about his heart.

So what about the ancient demon god? Without Ni Sang's guidance on sacrifice, can he still cross the limits of the two realms to chase and kill? Don't even think about it. If he wants to take revenge, he has to wait until Zhang Fan is in the same realm with him before talking about it!

By then, since Zhang Fan was able to be so arrogant, how could he be afraid of him? This majestic demon god is destined to be depressed.

After falling softly to the ground, Zhang Fan recovered a little more and looked up at the ground ahead.

There, a pile of bloody clothes were messy, and their owners had already dispersed with the wind, and only these things remained to witness the powerful existence of the past. These bloody clothes naturally did not arouse his interest. What made Zhang Fan care about was two of Ni Sang's relics.

With a long move in his hand, two things that were as bright as blood rose and fell into front of him.

Two things, one big and one small, the bigger ones are bright and radiant, as if they are condensed from countless blood, constantly exuding a bloody smell. While they are eager to vomit, a spirit of sacrifice and fighting and fighting with the heavens emerges for no reason. It is the altar!

Unlike the altar that is narrowed to the limit and then half a person's height, the other thing is much smaller, but the size of a slap.

It was a token-shaped thing. First, put the altar aside and Zhang Fan took the token into his hand.

“Huh?!”

After a brief glance, Zhang Fan couldn't help but feel surprised, and his casual mentality also changed.

At some point, the Great Sun Treasure Mirror floated up and stood behind his head. A powerful spiritual sense was released and wrapped around the token. Obviously, the Ku Taoist also discovered the wrong thing about this token.

The material of the token and the altar seems to be no different, but it is less colorful than the blood stains of countless years, but it is still a blood-red color.

There is no excessive decoration on the token. Only patterns are engraved on the front and back sides.

The pattern on the front is very simple, with only a few strokes and three large characters:

“Wind Twelve.

As soon as he saw these three big words, Duofan understood that the tenth ** was an identity token, but he didn't know whether it was Ni Sang's identity or the identity of the surviving village.

From Ni Sang's words, we can see that there are definitely more than one sacred clan survivor, at least there is a so-called holy land on it.

This answer will be answered immediately after turning over the back of the token.

"Reversal of the universe, refine the book and restore it"

What is portrayed above is exactly what makes Zhang Fan and Ku Taoist awe-inspiring.

The first half is densely filled with handwriting; from the choice of sacrifice to the mantras and techniques, stepping into a gang," it is extremely detailed, and it tells the practice and use of the witchcraft "reversing the universe".

Although there is no special study, we can know from the description between the lines that the basic requirement for using this witchcraft is an altar that has been used for tens of thousands of years and has reached the standard of holy tools, as well as a beast treasure.

In the lower half of the token, there is a scene outlined by just a few strokes.

The scene is not complicated. It is just an altar, a beast treasure, and a half-human and half-demon statue of a demon god roars to the sky. In the sky above, clouds and mists are shrouded in pavilions and towers, like a scene in the heavenly court.

The ancient heaven is the world of demon gods. The current scene depicts a scene in which the surviving clan drove the demon gods to compete with the demon gods, intending to truly grasp their own destiny!

After careful inspection, Zhang Fan pondered for a while and slowly put down the token.

From the above content, he could easily judge that this token, the tenth** is the "holy land" specially issued to all the surviving villages, or to the strongest elder among the surviving people.

One is to indicate the identity, and the other is to teach "reversing the world and witchcraft. It seems that the role of this witchcraft is much more important than Zhang Fan imagined." As he was pondering, the voice of the guru Taoist sounded slowly.

Zi, it seems that the strength of these mice is much stronger than I thought!”

Zhang Fan nodded after hearing this, looking at the word "Huang Twelve" on the token: the word "Silent" is silent.

Now it seems that these three characters are clearly numbered. There is no difference between the number of the Great Elder or the number of the village. What I am afraid of is that the word "风" represents the "风" of "风" "风" "风" "风" "风" "风" "风" "风" "风" "风" "风" "风" "风" "风" "风" "风" "风" "风" "风" "风" "风" "风" "风" "风" "风" "风" "风" "风" "风" "风" "风" "风" "风" "风" "风" "风" "风" "风" "风" "风" "�

After pondering for a while, I laughed silently... I heard the treacherous survivors outside the village where they were hiding and how to use foreign affairs. I can see the evil people. I don’t know how long it will take to happen!

Even if it really came that day, if the sky fell and there was a tall one, it would have something to do with him? The old Nascent Soul monsters in the underground immortal cultivation world were worried about.

After so long rest and recovering a little bit of strength, Zhang Fan suddenly stood up, put away the altar and token, summoned Mo Ling to a chair, and flew directly toward a place in the ghost forest.

Speaking of small things, there are some tips. For example, the women and children in the survivor tribe are still looking forward to their family’s return. Although Zhang Fan would not make things difficult for them, he would never let the tiger return to the mountain. The survivors and wizards in the sleeve of the survivors let them experience the taste of “the sun and the moon in the pot”!

It may be useful at some point!

The ghost smeared over the sky, and the cheerful crows cried, Pang Fu's shadow swept through, and suddenly disappeared.

On the edge of the ghost forest, a delicate figure leaned on a big tree, looking into the sky from time to time, with a full of expectation in her agile eyes.

Gui'er! It is Gui'er who is waiting here early under the guidance of Zhang Fanyuchi.

Compared to three days ago, this little girl looks like two people. The dirt on her face is washed away, showing a white and plain face, beautiful eyebrows and eyes, and her extremely flexible eyes, she looks so cute.

Three days ago, the entire ghost forest suddenly seemed to have come alive, with a terrifying phantom covering it, like a cage generated today blocking everything.

After that, all kinds of violent sounds, madness and tyranny, spreading, and roaring sounds like thunder rolling, almost spreading the entire ghost forest.

At that time, Gui'er was frightened. He didn't know what had happened, but fortunately, after three days of fear, things finally changed.

Three days later, the ghost forest that had been noisy for several days suddenly calmed down, and then the phantom that enveloped the entire ghost forest also collapsed. The glimmer of the Yuanmagnetic clouds penetrated into each other again, covering everything with a cold luster.

For no reason, Gui'er thought of that figure of Xuanyi in her heart. When she thought of his words, she couldn't help but feel full of expectation.

“Quaguaguaguaguagua

A crow cries came from the sky. Looking up, the white face was like flowers blooming.

Half a month later, on the bustling streets of the broken town, a figure of a fire crow standing on his shoulders was walking through.

As time passed, there seemed to be no change in Poshan City. From the expression of the leisurely and leisurely cultivator, the near-vacuum state of Poshan City was not known. No major happened during this period.

Before arriving at this Poshan City, Zhang Fan first went to Hehuan City, handed Gui'er to Xu Fan's hands, and asked him to arrange everything. Then he left.

At that time, seeing Gui'er's look of joy and curiosity about everything, Zhang Fan did not ask whether she had changed her idea of ​​returning to the tribe one day.

He didn't want to know the answer.

"Mother said that it was all very good, but Gui'er still wanted to return to the tribe.

When he said this sentence that day, Gui'er's longing and stubbornness coexisted, which was why Zhang Fan wanted to help her. Now, he didn't want to destroy this impression, so he let everything be left to time to prove it!

Su Xiao, the body of the mysterious clothes, seemed to be slow and fast. She seemed leisurely, but in a blink of an eye, she was nowhere to be seen.

The road is smooth, no matter whether it is the guards of the inner city of Poshan City or the servant disciples of Xuanyin Sect, there is no intention to stop him. Everything is very different from a month ago.

I believe that after this period of time, what he did that day has spread, and his appearance has been remembered by everyone. In this case, if he dares to stop him, he will be brave.

It's right.

Zhang Fan was also happy, but for a moment, a familiar place appeared in front of him.

The purple rhyme flows everywhere in the flowers. The quiet fragrance, bright colors, and a corner of the stone house that can be seen vaguely among the flowers.

The Jade House of Netherworld!

Seeing this stone house, Zhang Fan was a little deterred, and he couldn't help feeling uneasy.

"Is it late?"

After all, the battle with Ni Sang was delayed. After all, it really took a break from the limit of the month that Han Yue judged. It was only three or five days away.

Taking a deep breath and cleaning up his efforts, Zhang Fan stepped out in one step, and disappeared into the flowers. Several people flashed and appeared outside the stone house. Looking up, everything seemed like the day, just like the roof that he destroyed. At the door, a figure was placed with a sword on his knee. He sat upright, blocking the door of the stone house.

“Extinction?!”

“What is she doing here?

Zhang Fan stopped for a moment and looked at it with a frown.

First, sleep till afternoon”)
Chapter completed!