"The universe in the palm?"

"Good name"

The ancestor of the Northern Xinjiang spoke in a sad voice, as if the face carved from stone showed a bitter smile on his face. He shook his head and said, "I don't know what kind of magical powers the universe in the sleeves are. I wish I could see it at first..."

"What is the purpose of hundreds of thousands of years of cultivation and countless days and nights of silence? What can I do?"

"God's will, God's will, I've been lonely for hundreds of thousands of years. The first time I took action, I ended up like this and lost to the magical powers I created casually. Why is this?"

A hundred years of loneliness can be called sorrow. Hundreds of thousands of years of hard protection, but this day has come. It is no longer something that the word "sad" can describe.

"The magical power created by chance?"

Zhang Fan shook his head and laughed, and didn't say much, and there was no need to say much.

In the eyes of others, the magical powers that do not even have names are naturally created casually, and there is no use to argue.

Zhang Fan could not explain that the bronze tripod had its own imprint of magical powers;

It is impossible to explicitly use the Hunyuan Ball as a guide and take advantage of the supreme opportunity to realize the universal Buddhist sects in the previous life;

It is impossible to explain in detail that he used the great vow of the world to replay the scene of Sakyamuni's coming to the world, and led all the Buddhas to practice and achieve the highest Dharma;

It is impossible to describe in detail a mere move of turning the palm and pushing the palm flatly, a world on the palm, a Buddhist country on the palm, a soul based on the Eastern Emperor realm, and a supernatural power to break the evil golden seal...

...

Since it is unclear to say it and the Tao is unclear, it is better to just silently than to say a thousand words.

In today's world, who can ask him in heaven and earth?

All of this can only be hidden deep in my heart, and I fall asleep together with the ecstasy of great enlightenment.

No one knows that the two supreme magical powers he used to defeat the ancestors of the Northern Xinjiang were just the tip of the iceberg he gained after he realized the past and made rapid progress...

"Old ancestor in the northern border, Zhang knows your origin."

After pondering for a moment, Zhang Fan played with a piece of gossip money in his hand and said in a deep voice: "Most of the first stone human race in ancient times was transformed from the remains of the first stone human race. It can be said that it is the legitimate son of a stone human race who created the world. He accounts for most of the luck of the stone human race."

"Since the ancient times, I have been practicing hard for countless tens of thousands of years, I have found this opportunity and fought to the death."

"From the perspective of the Stone Man race, from the perspective of the alien race in the northern border, you are indeed a hero and well-deserved as the ancestor of the northern border."

Zhang Fan's deep voice echoed between heaven and earth, and millions of immortals heard it and fell into an indescribable situation.

This ancestor of the northern border is indeed a tragic figure. His life experience was extremely thin and sad.

When he was alive, the demon god dominated the world, occupied the heavenly court, and was invincible in the wilderness;

At its long time, the human race had great fortunes, and countless strong people were dominating the world, and no one dared not to follow;

When he is strong, he finds an opportunity that is rare in a thousand years, and makes a try, and then he meets Zhang Fan...

...

If millions of immortals think about this kind of life, they will be chilled when they think about it. No wonder the ancestors of the Northern Xinjiang were so crazy when they saw victory. If it were someone else, they would have been crazy in these countless years of loneliness.

"Daojun Donghua, my ancestor is underestimating you. I thought that the world is so great that no one can know my ancestor, but I don't want you to know it. I think there is a great magical power to calculate the secrets and trace the origin, right?"

The ancestor of the Northern Xinjiang had no intention of waiting for Zhang Fan to answer. In this battle, Zhang Fan's magical powers were invincible and emerged one after another, which made him numb and even his mind to explore was faded.

"I shouldn't have come."

"If you wait for tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of years, there will be no such figure as you in the world, and there will be no pillars of the human race that will lead the sky, and the ancestor will be born again, and the result..."

Before the ancestor of Northern Xinjiang finished speaking, he was interrupted by Zhang Fan: "The result is still the same as usual."

"No matter how many ten thousand years later, whether I am here or not, look at these millions of immortals, these are all seeds and are the luck of my human race."

"When will your ancestor in the northern border be born, you will never escape the consequences of your defeat."

Zhang Fan's words were like a big bell, which shocked many immortal cultivators' faces flushed. An indescribable excitement surged in their hearts, and they were almost unstoppable. They wished that the ancestors of the Northern Frontier would come tens of thousands of years later and be the one who turned the tide.

"Ancestor of Northern Xinjiang, do you have something to say?"

Zhang Fan's voice was filled with an indescribable erratic feeling, and there was also a kind of solemnity hidden in it.

It was heard in my ears, so everyone understood that he was about to kill.

When the ancestor of the Northern Xinjiang was trapped by Zhang Fan in his palm, his ending was already destined.

The last sigh of the ancestor of the Northern Xinjiang was not that it had never been touched. It was a glimmer of vitality for a clan and even the tribes of the Northern Xinjiang who had been waiting for hundreds of thousands of years for hundreds of thousands of years, but so what?

No matter how great the ancestors of the Northern Xinjiang are and how admirable they are, they are also heroes of other clans. The enemies of our clan can be killed quickly.

"What else do I have to say?"

"Hahahaha~~ I was born with a stone man's spiritual intelligence and chaos, so the spiritual intelligence and chaos are. Why should I be born with a clear mind and suffer this boundless suffering?"

“Everyone adopts a son and wants to be smart, but I am ruined by intelligence for the rest of my life;

I hope that the child will be foolish and rude, and will be free from disasters and will be free from dangers and will be free from life..."

The anomaly of the Stone Human race, the weak race's defiant, came to an end with a song. I hope that the future generations will be confused and have no other cleverness and intelligence, and can be free from disasters and difficulties, and will not compete with the human race, but only seek to save lives.

"...I hope that the child will be foolish and rude, and will be free of disasters and will be free of life..."

Amid the desolate singing, Zhang Fan's palm turned over and suddenly pressed down.

"Rumbling ~~~~"

There was a shocking sound, and the universe on Zhang Fan's palm was like a bubble and went up to the world. It was broken and disappeared under his palm. Instead, it was a huge shadow covering the earth.

The whole world suddenly fell into darkness, and the terrifying wind pressure made millions of immortals unable to stand.

The sound of qi bursting from the sky. With the loud noise, the shadow covering the earth continued to shrink. Looking up, you could see a huge mountain, which looked like five fingers were pressed down and fell hard towards the earth.

It was vaguely seen that under the mountain, a giant supported the mountain with his hands, and his feet were facing the void, and he was crushed down.

"boom"

Another loud bang, the Five Finger Mountains took root on the earth, and the giant suppressed it, and a terrifying shock force spread across the Qinzhou veins and spread to Jiuzhou.

The mountains kept trembling, and the earth was trembling. In a trance, it seemed that the roar of giants could be heard. If they wanted to overturn the mountains, they would crawl out of the abyss and return.

"town"

Faced with the death struggle of the ancestors of the northern border, Zhang Fan had a expressionless face and shouted softly.

Immediately afterwards, a huge rock flipped up on the Wuzhi Mountain, like a lying cow on the ground, with a golden light on it, which was the word "Zhen".

As soon as this word was completed, the huge mountain sank several feet into the earth. The huge rocks that were swaying and rolling down were all seen, as if the giant who was supporting the sky had finally exhausted his last strength and was suppressed.

"Everyone wants to be smart... I am ruined by intelligence for the rest of my life... I just wish my child was foolish and rude... and he would save his life without any disasters or difficulties..."

At this time, the desolate singing sound was still echoing in the ears of millions of immortals. I don’t know whether it was coming from the ground or in my mind.

"The world is called: There was a ancestor in the northern border who was stubborn and suppressed Zhang for a million years under the Lianyun Mountains, thinking that it was a pillar, supporting the Qinzhou veins, and solidifying the Lianyun Mountains to compensate for their mistakes."

"It is clear that Zhang is not dead and can be eliminated, his suppression cannot be broken, he cannot be eliminated, he cannot be explained, and he cannot explain it."

"I think that the world's alien races are warned by later generations"

Zhang Fan's voice came out from afar, and there was a disciple of the Dharma-Shadow who respectfully responded to the orders and sent them to the world, and clearly stated in the universe.

This suppression was Zhang Fan's ability to use the universe in his palm, the golden seal and the qi fortune of warding off evil spirits, and jointly suppress it, communicate the earthly energy of the world, and rely on his own luck as his own. Just as he said, if he does not die, the Tao will be eliminated, and the suppression will not be broken.

At this time, under the power of Zhang Fan's fierce rebellion against the ancestors of the Northern Frontier, no one even had any doubts about this sentence in his heart.

Million-year suppression

The status and special treatment of the protagonists of the human race and the special luck are obtained through the suppression and killing of alien heroes.

Zhang Fan's move is tantamount to repeating what the heroes of the human race have done throughout the ages.

Of course, there is no doubt

After doing this, Zhang Fan let out a long sigh, but instead of sitting down to preach, he looked up and saw divine light shining.

The momentum of his body did not dissipate with the suppression of the ancestors of the Northern Frontier. On the contrary, he suppressed the alien race like the heroes of the human race, seeking a place to recuperate and maintain the will of the human race... All this made his aura constantly rise, and every moment was an unprecedented peak.

"Fellow Taoist, you came with the ancestors of the Northern Xinjiang. You have been watching for a long time. Now that the dust has settled, why are you stingy to see me at first?"

Zhang Fan shouted, and the mountains responded with a loud breeze. The strong wind tried his best to spread, and the four words "stingy to see" were even more like thunder, and it exploded in the void.

"There are still people?"

Millions of immortals were breathing a sigh of relief, and immediately stunned, and quickly followed Zhang Fan's gaze.

I saw that in the nine heavens, where the sound waves echoed, there was a cloudless air, and there were no birds flying around. Under the impact of the previous battle, it was empty, where was there anyone?

No one doubts Zhang Fan's words, but he just doubts his own eyes and can't stand the real person?

“Hahahaha~~~”

"I didn't expect that I would come to pursue the Northern Frontier ancestors and never find an opportunity to kill them, but I saw that the sect had a great power and this trip was not worth it."

"A generation of new people replaces old people, where the Taoist Lord Donghua is, we are old people, should avoid their sharp edges, and it is true that we are saying."

A tall and thin old man suddenly appeared in the void, leaping down from the air step by step, his face full of smiles.

"Come on the back of the sect?"

These four words came to your ears, and Zhang Fan's mind echoed what Zhu Jiuxiao said in the Palace of Inheritance that day, and his brows immediately frowned.
Chapter completed!