The world in the oil is about to catch up, and the huge ink dragon suddenly disappears.

Today, with Zhang Fan's cultivation level, even Xiruo may not be his enemy in one move, let alone this sixth-level ink dragon.

The result is nothing unexpected.

What Xiruo looked at with interest was the dark light flashing "brush" on Zhang Fan's sleeves where the sun and moon appeared.

Of course, this magic method cannot be hidden from Xiruo, who is so close to you.

A wave of souls**!

This little dragon is quite interesting, and there seems to be something hidden behind it. Therefore, when he saw the soul-pressing light, a light flashed in Xiruo's eyes immediately.

"Hahaha.

"It seems that our luck is really good."

Just at this moment, Zhang Fan burst into laughter, as if he had seen something happy. A smile appeared on Xiruo's pretty face and he snuggled up to him.

In an instant, bold and light. A pair of fairy couples on the sea, laughter echoed in the sky

"A hundred years ago, the old Mo Jiao was defeated by a demon cultivator and was captured. Although this little Mo Jiao was protected by his mother's desperate efforts, he was still seriously injured by the opponent's blow. He was almost dead and alive. After escaping for several years, he could barely act."

"Later, it still followed its instinct and found its mother, but at that time the old Mo Jiao was suppressed by the demon cultivator and hit him with thunder and fire every day, but he did not kill him, as if he was torturing something."

Zhang Fan used the simplest words to tell Xiruo what he searched out from the soul of Mo Jiao.

all over.

Speaking of which, this Mo Jiao is also unlucky. A hundred years ago, when his mother was caught, it almost died. According to the serious injuries he was injured at that time, it was purely luck that he did not die.

I found my mother but couldn't save her. Over the past century, I have become a frightened bird. Even eating someone, I dared to let go of my arms like my mother was there, so I had to use such a method.

A hundred years have passed, and the Mo Jiao has seen the calmness. He just became more aware of his old ways, and he met Zhang Fan and Xiruo. This time he was even more miserable. He was captured alive and then searched for his soul.

"Senior brother, do you want to find that old Mo Jiao?"

Xiruo said with a smile on his face.

"good".

Zhang Fan nodded and said, "The ten dragons have not gathered together, how could I let it go with my brother?"

As he said that, he paused, a strange smile appeared on his face, and then he said, "Besides, there is clearly some important secret hidden in the old mo dragon. Otherwise, he would not have ended like this."

"If you miss it, wouldn't you go to the treasure mountain and return empty-handed?"

Zhang Fan's meaning is clear if he only has a little thought.

A hundred years ago, the old Mo Jiao knew that it was the cultivation of a transformed monster. In addition, its identity as the Mo Jiao and the talent of the Jiaolong clan. The ordinary Yuanying real person really dared not provoke it.

At least she would not be sure of defeating it without any chance, let alone capturing it alive.

It can be seen from this that the demon cultivator who took the lead in capturing the old Mo Jiao was extremely powerful, and at least he was a strong man above the middle stage of the Nascent Soul.

Such an expert captured Mo Jiao without killing it. It took a hundred years to say that there was no purpose, no one believed it. Moreover, once there was a purpose, it would be a big change, which was shocking to Zhang Fan ran on that trip.

As for whether he would offend the demon cultivator for this, Zhang Fan never took it seriously.

Not to mention this unknown demon cultivator who has never been mentioned among the Qinzhou monks, even if the nine-headed monster is in front of him, he will not be able to deal with him. What are he afraid of?

"Senior brother, has there been clues in the place where the other party suppressed the old Mo Jiao?"

Xiruo pondered for a moment and asked.

Her question was on the point.

Although Mo Jiao knew where the old Mo Jiao was suppressed, Zhang Fan also got some clues from its mind, but the dragon was a dragon after all, and it could not know the place name that humans were interested in. Through soul searching, Zhang Fan could only determine a rough location.

"Know the approximate location and characteristics!" Zhang Fan smiled and said the answer.

With these two points, if you find the local immortal cultivators and ask, it is not difficult to find the specific location and place name.

"Xiruo, let's do it!"

"Further in, there is the real Fenghai area. This is the place controlled by the transformation monster and the demon cultivator. It is quite different from the Jiuzhou Immortal Cultivation World. You and I can just look all the way."

Looking back at the island where Yiyan and the fishermen lived. Zhang Fan and Xiruo had no intention of going to the island again. They joined hands and disappeared from the sea in thought.

In the sky, there is only a golden rainbow that spans countless distances and disappears in a flash.

"A god!"

"Thank you to the gods for killing the evil dragon and returning me to Qingping, Zadao."

At this time, Mo Jiao completely disappeared, and Zhang Fan and the others disappeared. The people of the Zha Island reacted and all fell to the ground, talking nonsense.

The previous worship of the Dragon God was for fear; the worship of the two of them was for gratitude.

Among the worshipers, there are naturally those young men this year.

Unlike everyone, his head was on the ground, and his mind kept circling. Xin Er and his two voices, smiles and secretly made a decision※

"I want to do what the gods have taught me so that the Eighteen Wanwang Island will no longer suffer from the sacrifice of evil dragons."

"I want to set up the Eighteen Temples, worship the two immortals, and kill the evil dragon's great kindness."

This young man lived up to his vows for the rest of his life. After a hundred years, there will be more than eighteen temples on the Eighteen Fishing Island?

These temples are called Dragon Slaying Temple or Fairy Temple. Among them, the statues are mostly made by men and women. They are calm in their minds, as if they are whispering, such as under the moon in front of flowers, but under the feet, they are walking on the body of a dark dragon, which is in a state of unstrife.

The eighteen fishing islands have a tradition of knocking on the dragon temple when the sea is opened and harvested, and when the sea is married, it can be said that the incense is constantly on all seasons and worship is endless.

These were unexpected by Zhang Fan.

When he knew this, it was already a lot of things for Queen Dong.

Shuttle through the clouds, strolling on the sea, making a car with clouds and mist, Jin Hong was proud. Seven days later, Zhang Fan and Xiruo finally penetrated into the sea of ​​wind. They saw the first place where the demon cultivators gathered.

"Are these Fengshi Demon Cultivators?

Zhang Fan and Xiruo stood in the clouds and looked down from a high place, but saw dozens of islands running around the land, with many humans flying in the clouds and fog, and their bodies were still flowing, making a prosperous scene.

Most of these human cultivators are demon cultivators, and only a few of them follow the path of orthodox cultivators.

The so-called demon cultivators are not as useless as the witch in order to defect to the great demon. There are many strong people who are not allowed to ordinary monks.

The way of demon cultivation is no different from that of ordinary monks. It is to use the spiritual energy of the sky and build the foundation elixir of the Yuanying to transform into the gods; on the other hand, there is another mystery, which uses demon energy to increase cultivation and condense.

After all, demonic energy is demonic energy, and it does not blend with the human innate body. Unless it reaches the state of Nascent Soul, there will be some exposed traces to be found. The weaker the cultivation level, the more obvious it is.

At this time, the three or five demon cultivators who flew past Zhang Fan and the others, never noticed anyone watching above their heads, but Zhang Fan and Xiruo looked them through.

These three or five people are all building foundation cultivation, which is quite good among the monks who come and go, and their characteristics are quite obvious.

Their faces, either on their cheeks, or on their foreheads, or on their big or dark colors, all of which were traces of monsters appeared, as if they were tattoos.

This is naturally not a tattoo, but a place where the demonic energy condenses and forms it outside, so that it can form this aspect.

This is the special method of cultivation for demon cultivators. They also rely heavily on the transformation monsters they defect to, but these demon cultivators’ magical powers should not be underestimated. Although it is a bit unsightly, it doesn’t matter. If you reach the stage of elixir formation, these demon patterns will naturally be hidden and will only be revealed when the spiritual energy in your body is stimulating.

If the Nascent Soul is lucky enough to be perfect, the demonic patterns will not be revealed again. It can completely escape from the control of the transformed demonic monster and take these demonic patterns as your own.

This is naturally the Great Way of Light. If you can do this, no matter whether it is realm orthodox cultivators, your methods will be even more strange and unpredictable.

However, how many people can reach the Nascent Soul realm with the body of a demon cultivator?

For most people, it is just a dream that is beyond reach.

"I don't know where the front is, but we still don't know enough about Fenghai.

Zhang Fan shook his head and looked at the land in the distance and sighed.

The place where the flowing lights fly in and out of time is quite strange and very different from other places.

It is said that it is land, but it is still an island or a special island. It is composed of dozens of small islands.

Between every two islands, there is a sea-crossing bridge, long and short, magnificent and slender. It is these bridges that connect dozens of islands into one.

These bridges obviously cannot be formed naturally. In Zhang Fan's view, even these islands may not be so close. There are traces of human power in it.

Affection.

"Can you know if you ask?"

Xiruo smiled sweetly, and waved his white plain hands. With a "wow", five white veils rushed out like spiritual snakes and rushed down.

It was too lightning to cover up the ears, and it was extremely fast, which was the annotation of Xiruo's actions at this time.

Below the two of them, the five demons were flying in the magic weapon, and suddenly their eyes blurred. The waist tightened and the sky started to spin.

When they woke up, they looked at them and the five right-looking white veils were taken back from them, "Suddenly, they rushed back into the sleeves of a stunning woman in white clothes and barefoots.

"What is the territory ahead? Can you tell me?

Xiruo's smile remained unchanged, and his voice was also crisp and pleasant, but when he heard it, the five people were trembling at the same time, and even their hearts almost popped out.

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