Wherever there is purple, the sea of ​​fire, wine, and the sky, all directions, is full of the "inducement of the sky fire

Just now, he glanced at the shocking glance. He never saw that at this time, the golden crow melted the fire and turned into a golden rainbow and passed through the sea of ​​fire. Only then did Zhang Fan truly see what the world under the Purple Fire Domain looked like.

The lowest layer is condensed like liquid, and it sways slightly, and it will be the flame of the sky.

Further up, there are infinite heavenly fires that break out from the ground. Looking up, you can see that the earth is the sky, and countless cracks appear. The image of heavenly fires cracking the earth can be seen on the surface.

Zhang Fan was not interested in trying the flames at the lowest level. Although this fire is not a real purple sky fire, it is also a condensation of the sky fire outside the domain. If the golden crow melting fire passes through it, it may not be able to keep himself safe.

Looking at the endless flames, Zhang Fan did not feel fear, but gradually became restless, wishing to take out the Ashes Heart Lamp and absorb them into the air.

But it was just a thought, even he thought it was ridiculous.

If he could absorb all the flames in this entire space, his fire-eating will inevitably reach an incredible state. But in the end, it is just a delusion. Not to mention sucking all of them, as long as the root of the purple fire domain is shaken, the entire space will collapse. Not to mention the great improvement in cultivation, he may turn into ashes first.

After a while, Zhang Fan suddenly felt a move in his heart. The golden rainbow turned around and soared into the sky, rushing towards a crack in the thick earth sky.

There was the source of the breath he vaguely felt. At this time, it got closer and became clearer.

In the moment when he passed by the purple fire layer, the source of his breath suddenly faded. It seemed as if the candle fire of life was swaying in the strong wind and finally disappeared.

“Who is it?”

There was a sense of familiarity, and Zhuo Jing had definitely paid attention to it, but in this moment, he couldn't remember it.

Before I could think clearly, the pressure above my head suddenly eased, and I felt a sense of enlightenment from the fish in the water.

At the same time, a purple fire cracked on the surface exploded, revealing Zhang Fan's body.

As soon as it appears, the strong wind blows on the face!

“Huh?!”

Zhang Fan's net came out of the purple fire, and the golden rainbow was almost restrained. He had not even seen the situation in front of him clearly. A black shadow was under his head.

Without even thinking about it, the corona shone brightly all over my body. A red sun rose and the black shadow in front of me was about to turn red powder.

Just at this moment, Zhang Fan's divine black moved.

"It's him!"

In the blink of an eye, he finally recognized this person's identity, which was the source of his previous aura.

In an instant, the corona brilliance turned from the net to soft, like a mat made of light, gently throwing it aside.

"Mu Song Hachigong!"

The figure who was suppressed by Zhang Fan was one of Mu Song's Eighth Dukes.

When Xingyuan saw that day, there was a slight conflict. Although Zhang Fan did not take them seriously, he still paid attention to the other party's breath with caution.

It is precisely because I didn’t care too much that I can’t remember the master who is the breath.

Not to mention the breath alone, even if you are in person now, Zhang Ji doesn't know if this person is ranked.

There is no need to know.

As soon as it landed, this Jindan monk, one of the Eight Masters of Mu Song, did not look domineering in the Star Garden. His body kept twitching, and a ball of bright red spread from the vest, gradually spreading all over the back.

In an instant, I had no breath and died.

While he died here, Zhang Fan frowned slightly, his eyes swept across, and he saw the situation in front of him.

Mu Song Hachi. There are many of them, and no one is left.

A thousand feet away in front of him, corpses were arranged in a mess. From the farthest to the one just now, there were no more or less, and there were exactly eight people.

Mu Song Bagong, who is also a famous master in the mountains and seas outside Wuyin Chonglou Mountain, was destroyed in silence. If Zhang Fan hadn't just captured their aura, he would have never even seen this scene.

There were not only their eight corpses, but also three living people in the field.

Zhang Fan was not afraid of these three people.

It was two men and one woman and three young men this year. They were dressed in a simple and green outfit, and they looked like they were dressed as the disciples of the former sect. Especially the pieces of jade-like green leaves on their robes were even more eye-catching.

"Is Chonglou Island or a mountain outside the mountain?"

A question flashed through. Zhang Fan immediately threw it behind him. This was not important.

These three people were clearly disciples from the other two islands that boarded the Shanghai Dragon Boat early with Baili Xier and Longer. Their purpose of coming here should be like Baili Xier and others, who were all receiving initiation and marrow change. How could they appear here?

"Um?"

While Zhang Fan was thinking, his spiritual consciousness swept across these three young men, and his face suddenly changed.

"The golden elixir is perfect!"

These three young people this year have already achieved great success in the Golden Pill!

"How is that possible?"

Zhang Fan looked in surprise and doubt. Although he had known the power of this secret technique from the Taoist Huangshi, he had already learned the power of this secret technique, but in such a short time, he had created three masters of Kalpa, which made him almost unable to believe his eyes.

Since he appeared, there was nothing unusual between the two "moon-door states, especially the two men among them, who were even more proud, as if they were very proud, slowly put away the green leaf-shaped scimitar technique that had been holding in their hands.

"Did they do it? Impossible!"

Zhang Fan couldn't help but frowned. These three people might be able to achieve great success in a short period of time, but they would never be able to kill Mu Song Bagong.

Although he didn't take these eight people seriously, the eight people joined forces to be considered a rare master in the period of calculating the alchemy. Not to mention the three of them, even if they were given a hundred years, it would not be the hands of Mu Song Bagong.

"There's someone else!"

Zhang Fan's eyes looked along the corpses everywhere and into the distance.

After a while, my heart moved, but I understood who had taken the action. In this Purple Fire Domain, there were only a few people who could use this method.

A cold light flashed in his eyes, and Zhang Fan said coldly: "Yao Feiling, Master Aurora. Wouldn't you come out and see me?"

The sound came from afar, implicitly spiritual power, and even the sparks that never disperse in space were swaying, as if they could be extinguished at any time.

While Zhang Fan spoke loudly, the young man of the year suddenly changed his expression, which further proved his.

At best, these three people are the role of a scavenger, just following and chasing.

Sure enough, his voice fell into the net. A faint sigh rang out, the sound was soft and graceful, almost at the same time, and a beautiful figure was drawn in his mind.

Behind a strange rock in the distance, two figures, one man, one woman, one old, one young, two figures slowly walked out and appeared in his sight.

It is Yao Feiling and Aurora Taoist.

Seeing them appear, the young man and woman rushed over immediately, stopped far away, bowed and then retreated behind them, as if they were guards.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang, I didn't expect to lead you to meet again so soon."

It was Yao Feiling who spoke, but seeing that her face looked a little pale, as if she was exhausted, she forced out a smile, and her pitiful feeling penetrated her heart.

The Aurora Taoist beside him was silent, but his eyes occasionally swept across the Hachiko Musong on the ground, and his compassion and unbearance were obvious.

"I can't bear to come now? What have you done long ago?"

Zhang Fan glanced at the corner of his mouth and looked at him disdainfully.

These eight people had nothing to do with him, so he naturally would not care about his life or death. But seeing the hypocritical appearance of the Aurora Taoist, he couldn't help feeling uncomfortable. If it weren't for the long-standing experience, he would have spoken sarcastically.

Even so, he never gave the two of them any good faces, and his face was as deep as water.

Since they can attack these eight people, they may not be able to attack him!

Before the three of them could speak, a strange scene appeared in front of them.

The body of Mu Song Bagong was first filled with purple fire, as if it was wearing a purple dress of a sacred woman. Then it burst out, as if it was boneless. The whole body collapsed, like a human skin, and was covered.

Immediately afterwards, everything, whether it is flesh or blood, or clothing, turned into deep liquid under the cover of purple light and merged into the ground without seeing it.

At this moment, Zhang Fan's spiritual consciousness vaguely felt a certain kind of power floating from the ground and covering the entire purple fire domain.

But in an instant, this feeling disappeared without a trace. Zhang Fan's face became increasingly ugly.

"Big array!"

This purple fire domain was actually surrounded by an unknown formation. I don’t know the other functions, but digesting the corpse of a fallen cultivator like a meal happened in front of him.

"Yao Feiling, don't you want to explain?"

Zhang Fan's eyes flashed, he skipped the Aurora Taoist, and asked directly to Yao Feiling.

After all, Aurora is like him, both foreign monks. No matter what he does, even if he kills openly, it has nothing to do with Zhang Fan, and he will not pay attention to it. However, Yao Feiling is different. As the master here, he actually killed someone who came to help. This behavior is very different from the compassion they always claim to be.

Faced with his almost questioning attitude, Yao Feiling did not try hard, but instead smiled apologetically. The three young men and women behind her were almost immediately angry. If Yao Feiling had not been blocked in front, she might have come to kill him immediately.

Zhang Fan naturally couldn't take them seriously. He didn't even bother to glance at them. He was just three little guys who were obsessed with ghosts. It was not worth his distraction. His eyes were bright and he never left Yao Feiling's face for a moment.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang".

Just as Yao Feiling opened her mouth lightly and was about to say something, an old voice suddenly came into Zhang Fan's ears.

"We do this for the sake of the people of the world!"

Zhang Fan looked over the sound and saw that the Aurora Taoist straightened his back. Although his face was unbearable, he had a clear conscience.
Chapter completed!