A strong wind broke out in the vast field, and thunder appeared in the eyes, and a loud bang resounded "It's time!"

Zhang Fan felt a feeling in his heart, and a smile appeared on his face. He suddenly stopped looking back. His eyes seemed to be able to see the scenes he had experienced in the past two years...

The grasslands in the northern desert, the sea of ​​ice and snow, the markets in towns and markets. The deep mountains and swamps, every place left his footprints, and every place also turned into a fucking scene in his heart.

All living beings are ups and downs, and thousands of families are fucking. In a trance, looking back behind them, the world is full of fuzzy glory, hope and light spread throughout the world.

It seemed as if I felt the throbbing and remembrance in his heart. An ancient lamp emerged.

The lamp is simple and solemn, and does not decorate the wealth and honor of the world, which is better than the fairy's banquet. It has a kind of heaviness, which is the vicissitudes of humanity; it has a kind of lightness, which is the activity of hope.

When there is no light and when there is no hope, the fire is left with violence and only destruction!

The Ashes Heart Lamp, perhaps, is the last time it is called this name.

On its lamp, mist and colorful colors emerged, as if millions of fire elves were jumping and cheering, thrilling for the gradually solidified wick flame in the lamp body.

Originally, in the lamp body, the burning storm was like hundreds of millions of silk ribbons kneading tightly together, entangled and blended together, forming an integral part.

A wick!

There is a lamp and a core. There is fire and spirit! There is a core square and a lamp, and only with spirit can it be fire!

At that moment, it seemed as if all things were resurrected. The hopes of thousands of families of people gathered together and turned into a wick, burning quietly.

Calmness, ultimate peace.

Unlike the fire of heaven, earth, wildfire, and disaster fire, the indescribable sense of peace in thousands of families is waiting, hope, and a peaceful dream under the light.

From then on, there are no heart lamps in the world, only thousands of families are fucking!

"boom!"

At the moment when Wanjia was fucked, Zhang Fan's heart, soul, ears, and mind were the roar of cheers from all parts of his body.

A powerful force seemed to arise from the heart, if it was the spirit in the body, and more like the rules of heaven and earth, circulating the spiritual power in Zhang Fan's body. The golden elixir that gathered in the dantian and stagnated at the Jiedan Char Peak for decades suddenly turned. If it swallowed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth endlessly, sweeping out a shocking wind.

The strong wind blew across the wilderness and wandered around. Even the rocks like hills were blowing, as if they were about to sweep into the sky together.

"call"

Exhale like the wind roars, inhale from the tide, decades of waiting, the dream of more than a hundred years ago is only truly realized at this moment.

At this moment, Zhang Fan's heart was calm, and the golden crow Dharma image appeared behind him. The crows cried and ignited, and the extremely violent flames that were only for destruction seemed to calm down.

No, not calm, but restrained.

Destruction and hope, death and life blend in collision. Every flame is as if it has come alive, extremely agile.

"Is this the spirit of fire?"

Zhang Fan didn't know, nor did he want to know. All judgments and definitions were useless. He only knew that the world was roaring, the wind was whispering, and the big one was whispering, and the time was already here.

Take a deep breath, remove the green clothes in the whistling wind. Clean away the dust in the spiritual storm, wear a crown under the gathering of heaven, and wear a slim suit against the earth's tremor.

Right dress!

When Zhang Fan turned around, the wind and clouds were surging in the sky and thunder clouds gathered, he was already the real person of Donghua, a guest in Qingyi, buried in his heart.

One step forward

After being dressed, it seemed as if Zhang Fan of the past had come alive. A gust of clouds rose up and turned into a long roar, shattering the clouds for thousands of miles.

“Boom

The thunder and clouds in the sky seemed to be angry by this long roar. Purple lightning struck and hit the ground, thunder and fire burned, and scorched earth was everywhere.

Facing this scene, Zhang Fan's expression did not change at all, but he smiled and became more and more gloomy in the sky, like the wrath of heaven and earth; the wind gradually rose. It was like the crying of ghosts and gods, and one palm stretched out straight out.

When the palm is facing upward, the spiritual energy gathers, turning into a small cyclone of spiritual energy, flowing on the palm, sweeping and gradually growing stronger.

"Bang!"

With a sudden slight moment, Zhang Fan clasped his palms tightly, and the spiritual cyclone shattered.

This hand seemed to hold the whole thing in his hand today and squeeze it into pieces, and the huge world was frozen for a while.

In that fleeting moment, the thunder and wind stopped, with only one calm voice, three simple words, echoing in the wilderness, among the thunder and clouds:

"Ninthianying, come true!"

"boom!"

There was a loud bang, and at the same time, it erupted in Zhang Fan's body, among the thunder clouds in the sky, and in the cold wind on all sides!

Broken elixirs become infants, and golden elixirs are broken and Yuanying becomes infants!

This is not only an improvement in the realm, but also a change in the essence of life. At this level, the essence, spirit and lifelong cultivation are melted into a furnace, and by using the broken pills to achieve the Nascent Soul Way.

As the saying goes: it is mysterious and mysterious, and the door to all wonders. The mystery of it cannot be fully described by words. If this is not the case, there will be no test of thunder and disasters from heaven, and ghosts and gods cry for it.

All of this is extremely mysterious and extremely difficult. How many people have suffered all their lives

Even Zhang Fan was not sure that he could have reached such a level back then. At this moment, everything was natural, and the words "Narcissus Infant, Formation" were lightly written. The golden elixir was broken. The Nassus Infant appeared and the Dao appeared!

Accumulating strength, precipitation for decades, and a harmonious and unobstructed understanding, everything has caused this scene in front of you.

It seemed to be angered by this light attitude. The thunder clouds were violent, like the flood after the collapse of the dike, and it became increasingly surging. The thunder clouds in the sky condensed into deep purple-black, with loud noises, which was purple lightning venting its anger.

"Boom"

Thunder punishment is caused by the balance of heaven and earth. It is for a test. If it fails, it will break out of the human body and become another form of life and be recognized by heaven and earth. If it fails, it will be defeated back to the prototype at the least, and if it is a serious one, it will die on the spot. It is not a joke.

“Wow Cancan

The sound of ghosts crying is the result of the formation of the Nascent Soul and the ghosts and gods. They suffer from the sky, and the sound of the demons in the heart are filled with joy. They collapse from the inside and destroy the foundation of humanity.

Zhang Fan has seen this thunder punishment baptism and this ghost crying disturbance more than once.

Unlike other Yuanying True People who first saw this realm, he not only saw this scene many times, but also killed many Yuanying True People with his own hands. There were even a few unconscious Yuanying True People who destroyed their souls and existed in the way of crystallizing pure spiritual power.

Therefore, he was fearless and just faced it calmly.

"bring it on!"

Taking a deep breath. Zhang Fan did not wait nervously and passively, but stretched out his hand and pointed into the air!

"Dong Xindong

Three sounds of the Donghuang Bell suppress the water, wind and fire of the pool.

The mad thunder was frozen for a moment, and then became even more furious and irritable. Zhang Fan's real target was not them.

Under the sound of the Donghuang bell, the sound of ghosts crying and howling in the sound waves spread out from the Donghuang bell floating in the air. It covers it, shatters it, absorbs it, and drives it,

The sound is controlled by sound, and the Donghuang Bell drives the crying of ghosts and gods, thereby arousing the spiritual energy of the sky, turning into a hurricane, and rushing straight to the thunder and clouds.

"boom".

Due to the impact of the spiritual hurricane, the thunder clouds in the sky were triggered without accumulating their power to the strongest state. The heavy rain fell like a torrential rain.

The mad thunder fell from the sky, and within a radius of several miles, it was a cage. Everything in it was sacrificed under the thunder of thunder.

As the culprit, Zhang Fan, who caused all this to happen, even suffered more than 90% of the power of thunder.

"scold!"

With a sound of breathing, he reached out and pointed his hand, and the Donghuang Bell turned drippingly, going upstream, neither escaping nor avoiding, and slashing down with force, thousands of thunders as thick as buckets rushed forward.

"Boom boom boom"

The continuous roars made the earth shake, and stood on the ground, feeling as if stepping on cotton.

This is the earth that is also shaken by the power of the catastrophe thunder. Second, under this terrifying and endless bombardment of thunder, the thunder sounds are still thunder in my ears. Under the shock, I can't even maintain balance.

In this picture of crazy thunder that seemed to be the end of the world, Zhang Fan slowly sat cross-legged. If there were experts present, he could see that at a high altitude, almost all the thunders were taken away by the Donghuang Bell, not defense, not hard-to-bear, but absorbed.

Not only the Donghuang Bell, but also Zhang Fan, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, had thunder and lightning on his body, preventing the nine heavens from densely packed.

What's even more strange is that these lightnings seemed to emerge suddenly, and some of them simply emerged from his body, as if they were born to him.

Zhang Fan is a real person in the Dharma Xiang Sect, not the crazy women of the Shenxiao Sect, so he naturally does not have the ability to generate thunder out of thin air. This is just passed on from the magic weapon Donghuang Bell through some mysterious connections.

The baptism of lightning, Zhang Fan seemed to have changed his gestures, and his handprints and spiritual power were branded on the Donghuang Bell.

A refining technique!

These extremely skillful movements, techniques, and seal techniques are exactly the best way to refine weapons among the heretics.

He was taking advantage of the tenth time of the catastrophe thunder descending from heaven to re-sacrifice and refine his natal magic weapon!

Bold and extremely arrogant!

Any monk, even the real person of the Nascent Soul, even the Lord of the God of Transformation, would be stunned and scolded. This was simply silent irony, like a big slap that hit them directly in the face.

When they broke the elixir and became infants, they needed the help of friends and the help of their teachers. The sect formation resisted some of the thunder and then fought carefully, not daring to be negligent, for fear of hundreds of years of practice being ruined.

In everyone's eyes, Zhang Fan's actions now are simply a crazy act that is rebellious.

Such methods are not something that ordinary people can do. There is no master-level refining technique or a magic weapon that is refined by yourself. If you do so, you will be dead end.

More importantly, Zhang Fan also has a killer copper, which can prevent any accidents and ensure that he will succeed in the Nascent Soul this time, and achieve real products, real people in Nascent Soul!
Chapter completed!