Facing the whistling colorful clay, Zhou Fan's face was calm, and he slashed out with a thin knife.

Thousands of gray swords flew rapidly and slashed on the first colorful clay that came, and the colorful clay immediately disintegrated and dissipated.

This is the Sword of Destruction.

The method that all warriors can use seems to be low-end, but the sword is mixed with the power of extermination and the range of killing is not small.

The key is that for Zhou Fan, the consumption can be almost negligible, which is the most suitable choice.

This was just the first knife. He slashed it out with one knife. The sword was so fast that it could not even be seen. Countless Nirvana sword auras danced all over the sky, and the colorful clay that rushed over was completely wiped out by the gray Nirvana sword aura.

In the eyes of thousands of warriors and monks, such a sword swing was too crazy, and this person could beat thousands or even tens of thousands of them.

A cultivator like Lin Gaoshou was also slightly shocked. He did not expect Zhou Fan to use such a rough and simple method, but this method was indeed effective.

In just a short moment, thousands of feet of pigments around were wiped out, and the body of the pigment disaster could not replenish for a while.

But they still couldn't see Cai Qianhua's figure from the removed pigment.

Zhou Fan just kept swinging his sword, and he seemed to never be tired, but in this short time, he probably had already swung hundreds of thousands of swords.

A ball of pigment with dozens of tentacles suddenly flew out of his body, and the demon of beauty rushed towards Zhou Fan.

"It's it." A monk next to Cai Boyi exclaimed, and it was the demon who dragged Cai Qianhua into the body of the pigment disaster.

The Yan Yao ignored Zhou Fan's countless silence swords, and the tentacles on its body spread out, covering Zhou Fan.

"Fellow Daoist Zhao, be careful." Lin Gaoshou's body had already floated in the air. He slapped the Yan Yao with a palm, and the overwhelming energy spread.

Bang!

Yan Yao's body was slapped by Lin Gaoshou's palm, but its tentacles still closed and contracted, dragging Zhou Fan into the mountain-like pigment disaster.

Lin Gaoshou was about to chase after him, but Zhou Fan's body had already appeared outside the tentacle cage. There was nothing in the tentacle cage. It was just an illusion of him.

Zhou Fan looked at the rapidly falling tentacle cage. He stretched out his hand, and the true energy in his body filled out, turning into silk of true energy to cover the tentacle cage, and then flew towards Cai Boyi and the others.

Just as I was halfway through the journey, the tentacle cage exploded with a bang and turned into nothingness.

Zhou Fan raised his eyebrows slightly. He did not remove the silk of the true energy, but soon fell to Cai Boyi at about the same time as Lin Gaoshou.

Zhou Fan's spiritual thoughts spread into his true essence silk. After carefully checking, he sighed with regret, "There is nothing inside."

As for whether the Yan Yao died or ran away, he couldn't tell.

"Are you sure it's it?" Cai Boyi looked at the monk beside him. The monk witnessed the tearful painting being pulled into the body of the pigment disaster.

"There is no mistake, it looks exactly the same as that demon in beauty." The monk replied.

"No." Lin Gaoshou shook his head and said, "It's too weak, it's just a sign."

He just slapped out his palm and destroyed the body of Yan Yao. How could such Yan Yao be so hard to distinguish with Cai Qianhua in the Taoist God Realm, and finally successfully drag Cai Qianhua into the body of the pigment disaster?

Zhou Fan also agreed with Lin Gaoshou's statement.

Just as everyone was talking, the pigment disaster made a strange sound that shocked people's ears.

While everyone quickly used their own methods to isolate the strange sound, they all subconsciously looked over.

They found that the colorful clay body of the pigment disaster began to shrink inward and no longer spread outward.

"Ask other directions to see if such changes have occurred?" Cai Boyi ordered in a deep voice, and immediately someone took out the sound transmission equipment and contacted the team besieging the pigment disaster in other directions.

Zhou Fan flew up, and he could see the viscous pigments shrinking inward inward.

Not only Zhou Fan flew up, but all the monks who could fly in the crowd flew up, watching the massive retreat.

"Why does it retreat?" Lin Gaoshou did not comment.

Of course, Zhou Fan could not answer this question. He thought for a while and said, "Follow up and take a look."

He flew forward first, and Lin Gaoshou and others also flew forward. No matter what the pigment disaster retreated, they had to understand.

[Biquge www.biqugew.co] Cai Boyi ordered that the flying warrior monks organize searches to see if they could find the traces of Cai Qianhua. He did not believe that Cai Qianhua died like this.

Zhou Fan and the others flew forward, and there was no grass left on the earth, only the blue-black earth. The pigment disaster was extremely domineering, swallowing all living things, flowers, plants and trees.

The pigment disaster is not shrinking slowly, but its size is too large, so it looks like it is slowly squirming, but everyone can easily see that the pigment disaster is shrinking faster.

Among the people, there were people who attacked the shrinking pigment disaster, but the pigment disaster ignored such an attack, it was just shrinking rapidly.

Soon, let alone attacks, there are very few monks who can keep up with the shrinking speed of pigment disaster.

In this crazy closing, the pigment disaster suddenly stopped.

As soon as the pigment disaster stopped, Zhou Fan and others, who were following the pigment disaster, immediately stopped their bodies with caution.

The pigment disaster turned into a huge crowded and continuous mountain range because of its shrinkage. The mountain range was squirming and turned into huge houses.

The houses covered with colorful paints are thirty meters high and ten meters wide, and the houses are endless. At first glance, there are countless such colorful houses.

There were clay men walking out of the colored room. The clay men were also colorful. They ran away from the house. They stood in front of Zhou Fan and the others and said in unison: "Welcome to the country of clay. Our king hopes to see your human leader."

Such clay men were scattered on all sides of the colorful houses, saying the same words to the humans surrounding them.

Everyone looked at each other, and Lin Gaoshou whispered to himself: "It's actually Zhiwu, how is this possible?"

Monsters with the same intelligence as wise creatures are more difficult to deal with than monsters of the same level, which is already recognized by many people.

"Did you catch my brother?" Cai Boyi shouted with a cold face.

The clay people's eyes of different colors turned to look at Cai Boyi and replied in unison: "We have indeed invited many people to visit our Colored Clay Country, but I wonder if your brother is among these people?"

"My brother is called Cai Qianhua." Cai Boyi said quickly. What he wants most now is to confirm the life and death of Cai Qianhua.

The clay people were silent for a moment before saying, "Cai Qianhua is on our guest list."
Chapter completed!