From the exception of the two fighting, Nangong Wuying, the only real person in the field, to the younger generations, all of them were stunned and could not believe their eyes.

Although I had been looking forward to the victory of my Nascent Soul Real Person, and cheering for Zhang Fan to gain an advantage, this scene was silent instead, as if everyone was holding their breath for a moment.

At that time, the huge area was as quiet as the night, with only the "rustling" sound echoing between the sky and the earth.

The source of this sound was Zhang Fan's last shocking blow to break the starry space and directly below the place where the body of the Dark River real person was broken.

There is also the dragon head where Fulong Mountain is proud and roaring to the sky.

The dragon head that fell from the sky ten years ago during the natural disaster was constantly changing, weathering, cracking, and countless fine lines appeared in front of the eyes of the people who came to the reputation. There were dazzling starlight coming out, staining the large area above.

Under the gloomy rendering of these starlights, the dust that weathered and dissipated with the wind suddenly brought a bit of the elegance and mystery of the stardust, washing away as dreamy beauty.

"boom!"

A loud bang broke out, and the starlight emitted from the cracks merged together and turned into a pillar of starlight, reaching the sky and the earth!

In the light column, the dragon head of Fulong Mountain collapsed inch by inch by foot, and finally broke into red powder. The seeds merged into the world and disappeared again. For this shocking battle, the Nascent Soul competed for the battle. After Zhang Fan took the old place, he appeared in the vision of the immortal world, and made a magnificent and sad footnote.

After a while, the light column converged and the starry glory dispersed. The dragon head of Fulong Mountain was gone without any trace.

Without this iconic dragon head falling from the sky, the entire Fulong Mountain looked awkward, just like a broken earthworm, unable to struggle, full of sores and broken;

The real person of Yuanying, his every move and power of heaven and earth is revealed at this moment?

"call!"

Seeing all this dissipation, Zhang Fan breathed a sigh of relief and came back from the feeling of killing the real person of Nascent Soul with his own strength for the first time. One palm slowly stretched out from his sleeve, and a Nascent Soul with fluorescent in the palm was tightly clamped in the dark like a baby.

Dark River True, Nascent Soul!

At this time, the real person of Mianhe was neither afraid of Nangong Wuwang's invitation to fight before Zhang Fan appeared, nor the expressions of silence, sadness, indescribable fallen counter and desolation in the process of fighting with Zhang Fan. If the old man was old, he sat at the entrance of the village, watching the setting sun slowly set, another day passed.

All the arrogance, anger, unwillingness, and struggle are meaningless at this moment. In the status of the Nascent Realm, the Nascent Realm, will no longer do anything like verbally abuse, or is not helpful, but also dare not.

Only by standing at a high enough level can you realize the real horror.

Low-level monks have nothing to do with death anyway. It is normal for them to vent their grief and anger before they die. However, among high-level monks like Dark River Zhenren, it is rare.

If he dared to speak rudely at this time, Zhang Fan would dare to torture his Nascent Soul for thousands of years and tens of thousands of years, and he would never be liberated. He would be able to show off his temporary pleasure and suffer this endless sin. Why bother?

For the second time in his life, he held the Nascent Soul of the Nascent Soul in his hand. For a moment, Zhang Fan said something very much: "Dianhe Zhenren, I will give you liberation. Don't forget to find Zhang to take revenge in the next life!" But in the end he just shook his head and laughed, without saying a word, his palm suddenly clenched.

In this world, apart from some special magical powers, it is still unknown whether there is a future life. Even if there is really, how could the true soul of the Dark River be reincarnated under his hands?

He smiled at the ground, and a red light, like a bulging lamp on an oil lamp, shining brightly in an instant, returning to silence, after the tide fading away like a tide, only the silence that seemed to surging the underworld.

All souls are destroyed!

Zhang Fan did not leave any chance for the real person in the river at all, and directly cut off everything at the source. In his opinion, it was not until this time that the real dust was settled!

Before he knew it, it was noon, and the scorching sun was hanging high, lying across the sky, just above Zhang Fan. The dazzling sunlight enveloped his body, and the dazzling golden light came out, as if the gods in the sky were pursed and the god of war on earth, standing still and majesty was born.

He himself is like the red sun in the sky. He is constantly emitting thousands of lights, as if where he is, he is the place where the sun is glorious, and he is secretly competing with the real sun in the sky;

At this time, under everyone's gaze, Zhang Fan's eyes turned and naturally condensed on Nangong Wuwang not far away.

With a smile, I stepped out, the wind and clouds surged, turning into an invisible ladder. Every step was as calm as if you were down to earth, leisurely and leisurely, without any breath of fireworks.

As he approached, Nangong Wuwang's gaze became more and more strange, especially when he swept over Zhang Fan's palm that was retracting from his sleeve, which was strange.

As he stretched and shrank, the Nascent Soul, who suddenly seemed confused and empty, disappeared into Zhang Fan's sleeves and was no longer visible.

The dignified Yuanying True Person, a master who is on par with Nangong Wuwang, was still inviting to fight a while ago and was about to decide the outcome, and was completely erased from the world, leaving the body of Yuanying, and someone would be taken for him. You can imagine the outcome.

Let me ask, Nangong Wuwang, who is at the same level and is not sure how can he not be better than the other party, be at the same level and asks himself about his own change of direction?

"Senior Brother Nangong, I haven't seen him for a hundred years, and his style remains the same. Zhang has seen him.

Zhang Fan smiled slightly and condensed in front of Nangong Wuying. The acre-sized Qingyun on his head slowly gathered up, and various magic weapons were suspended on it, shining brightly and gradually disappeared.

"Zhang" Junior Brother Zhang, the next wave pushes the previous wave, and there is no hope of getting old."

Looking at this old junior, who had been on par with him after a hundred years, Nangong Wuwang shook his head. It was quite a bit like he didn't know where to start.

I think Nangong Wuwang is a proud hero in everyone's eyes. He was trained by the sect and was already Jiedanxuan Peak a hundred years ago, just one step away from the Nascent Soul Avenue.

Before today, he was full of confidence and felt that no one could do better than him. He was worthy of his great reputation and the sect's sustenance.

But with Zhang Fan, who was younger, and without relying on the sect, but achieved more brilliant achievements than him in a hundred years, the loss and bitterness immediately drowned him like a tide.

"Senior Brother Nangong, please be polite."

Zhang Fan's awesome aura was collected all over his body, returning to the simplicity of his natural state, and he could not see any trace of peerless power. The momentum of fighting for the sky was like a hidden world that was peaceful and peaceful, tasting tea, pine waves and bamboo waves, leisurely and contented.

"I haven't returned to the sect for a hundred years, and the world has changed. I don't know that Zhang's former residence was a place where snakes, insects, rats and ants were lived. I wonder if the medicine garden was deserted, but there were weeds and sores.

Zhang Fan said with a slight feeling, and there was a urge to return to the sect immediately, see everything he said, and not know what the sect masters would come to the inheritance hall again, and understand the true meaning of the Dharma.

This impulse came so violently, like a surging wave, covering the reefs in an instant. If Nangong Wuwang hadn't been in front of him, he would have felt a little clear in his heart, and he would have turned into a rainbow long ago.

Shaking his head, Nangong Wuwang seemed unwilling to mention these past events, and changed the topic and said, "Home Brother Zhang has brought his family?"

“It’s

Zhang Fan raised his head slightly, raised his eyebrows, and had an idea in his heart.

Nangong Wuying's cultivation is a real Nascent Soul realm, and he has stood by and watched without participating in the battle. It is not surprising that he can clearly grasp the movements around him and discover grandpa, Youyou and others.

The reason why Zhang Fan didn't mind his relatives appearing in public and used the three supernatural powers without caring that they were all due to their strength.

If you have a weak position and strength, keep a low profile and treat yourself and your relatives well. On the contrary, when you have a certain strength and status, you will completely show your strength, make people weigh and make people feel silenced. This is the best way to protect yourself, and to your relatives.

Let me ask, when he showed the terrifying power of the Locking Sky Gate, defeating the Nascent Soul Real Person head-on and making him unable to escape, how could anyone dare to touch his family if he didn't capture him first?

If weaknesses are no longer weak, many times, it is far more practical than hiding them.

"Senior Brother Nangong, Zhang has asked his ancestors and his disciples to come. Let the juniors pay their respects to their senior brothers later. If they learn one or two, they will be able to enjoy the rest of their lives."

The crows were crying in my ears, and the rainbows were crossing the sky. It was Mo Ling who brought grandpa Youyou, Xiang Ming, Xiaolong and others to come.

"No, after returning to the sect, there is no hope of visiting again. When I see my junior brother and disciple, I will see you.

Nangong Wuwang shook his head and said, "Wuwang returns to the sect first and inform me of my junior brother's affairs. If there is one more Yuanying real person in my Faxiang Sect, how can I not do it in a big way?"

Speaking of this, Nangong Wuying's spirit that had been depressed was in vain, and his face was lit up. The Vermilion Bird Ring, which had been lying around his wrist, was even more trembling, as if he felt the protagonist's mood.

Seeing that his expression was not like a false statement, Zhang Fan couldn't help but sigh: "This is a person who puts the sect supreme. As long as it is beneficial to the sect, he will be happy to see the sect's strength increase even if he has a knot in his heart.

Compared with this, Zhang Fan's sect plot is much weaker.

"Okay, after returning to the sect, I will have a drink and chat with my senior brother!"

Zhang Fan smiled casually and said.

He knew that what Nangong Wuying meant was that the younger generations below would be handed over to him.

If there is no Yuanying real person to take care of them, these disciples with the highest level of cultivation in Qinzhou will be no ordinary danger. Those underground cultivators who have either fallen or been knocked down from the mortal world are the ones that can be seen before.

"There will be a time later!"
Chapter completed!