"Since you are here, don't leave." His tone was calm, and he was arrogant and arrogant. He was as straight as looking at the heroes in the world as if nothing was left.

He really has this capital. Just oppressing momentum made Zhang Fan feel breathless. He is the best person to fight against the enemy in his life. Even the Taoist Sanzi and Mrs. Huo were inferior to him in this regard.

The man was obviously not a talkative person. After saying a word, he stopped making a sound. With a blink of an eye, a black shadow suddenly came with a burst of roaring sounds.

In the dark shadow, a huge human face twisted and roared, madly dark and violent. As soon as it appeared, the entire courtyard suddenly became cold, and fear that appeared deep in the soul, as if facing natural enemies.

"The other party is a magic monk!"

This demon looks a bit similar to his demon baby, but it is much more fierce and has not yet approached. The sound of roars is so sharp that it is so swaying that the soul is shocking, not only can't concentrate, but it even feels faintly being hooked out of the body.

Zhang Fan suddenly felt a sudden stern, and he thought of using the demon baby to deal with it, and took a slight step and wanted to avoid it.

I never thought that I would withdraw from the middle step, and I felt my whole body tightening, as if countless chains appeared without warning to tie them up.

"Fake Pill monk!"

If Master Jiedan wants to deal with him, there is absolutely no need to create such a big formation. If you think about how Nangong Wuwang dealt with Jin Zhi, you will know.

He is not a master of Killing Dan, but can directly mobilize the spiritual energy of heaven, and is a false pill monk who is naturally at the peak of foundation building.

Zhang Fan felt bitter, but he didn't expect that the three enemies he had encountered recently were all fake alchemy monks. This is no longer a word of unlucky.

When I was thinking, I didn't hesitate to move my hands.

The whole body shook, like an old bear shaking lice, disturbing the surrounding spiritual energy, and the invisible chains shattered in an instant.

With just such delay, the devil was already close.

At the critical moment of life and death, all distracting thoughts were abandoned, and Zhang Fan's heart was neither sad nor happy, and he was empty and clear. He did not continue to avoid it, but turned around and faced him directly. At the same time, his palm was turned, and the Great Sun Treasure Mirror appeared in his palm.

In an instant, red lights burst into pieces, like the rising sun jumping out of the water, shining on the earth.

His right hand was placed in a claw shape on the mirror button of the Daribao. Immediately, with a long roar, the sky suddenly darkened, as if all the light was concentrated behind him, where: the golden crow Dharma image appeared upright.

The palms and claws overlap, the mirror waved, and a black claw slowly poked out.

The black demon fire inside burned into muscles, bones, blood and flesh. The outer layer was covered with a thin golden flame, like the golden edge of the sun wheel, condensed slightly and suddenly poisoned.

In the first move, Zhang Fan used the strongest attack.

With his current cultivation level, he borrowed the power of the Nine Fire Dragon Ball to mobilize the true power of the Great Sun. The Golden Crow Divine Claw he used was already his strongest method at this stage.

At this time, only this move can compete with the whistling demon.

"poison!"

The cold and heat attacked each other, and then broke out. With a loud bang, the invisible pressure turned into circles of fine ripples, as if the air without substance also cracked and quickly spread around.

The elegant and quiet courtyard was a moment ago. At this time, it was like a war and fire, and it was withered everywhere. Later, even the pavilion squeaked, and the curtain inside flew and torn apart like a terrifying geese, collapsed in the storm that was stirred up suddenly.

As if there was no weight, Zhang Fan followed the aftermath that broke out when the demon head and the golden crow claws were annihilated to each other, and finally flew back a hundred feet away. Finally, he pointed his feet on a lodged pine tree and fixed his body.

In this blow, the demon head and the golden crow claw dissipated together. It seemed to be evenly matched, but there was no trace of excitement and joy on Zhang Fan's face.

This is the ultimate power he can achieve with all his strength. As a false pill monk, it is impossible for the other party to face a monk in the early stage of foundation building. He used all his strength in the first strike. Tenth**, this demon was just a useless move. Moreover, the distance he started seemed to be quite far away. When he was close, he could exert seven or eight levels of power. Even so, he never fell at a disadvantage.

Such cultivation strength is really terrifying!

At this time, Zhang Fan had no idea of ​​luck. He wiped his hand on the Qiankun bag, and a fiery red bead and a talisman treasure fell into his hands.

The former is something that happened to the Red Ri Daojun Cave. He had not been able to study it thoroughly, but he understood some of the uses. It was necessary to force it to inspire it, but the cost was too high. He would never dare to use it until it was absolutely necessary.

The latter is the Vermilion Bird Ring Talisman that has been buried for many years in Zhang Fan's Qiankun Bag. This thing is not dared to be used in Qinzhou. In this wilderness overseas, no one recognizes his identity, it is better to use it to save his life.

This time, Zhang Fan really did everything he could to do and no longer reserved.

Unexpectedly, what happened next was beyond his expectations.

Just as Zhang Fan stimulated the three-legged golden crow Dharma image and released the strongest attack and the attacking demon both disappeared, a shocking and suspicious voice came faintly.

He didn't care about it at first, and just thought the other party was surprised by his combat power. He didn't want the next sentence to overturn his thoughts:

"Fa Xiang Ling Jue? Are you a disciple of the Fa Xiang Sect?"

While speaking, it was condensed on Zhang Fan's body. For example, as if he was as imprinted as an eternal murderous intent, Jiang Xu suddenly disappeared, and the air around him flowed happily again as if he had escaped from a shackle.

As if the haze that covered the whole of today's empty space had disappeared, Zhang Fan's body suddenly lightened, and he looked up in shock. He was just seeing a fiery red sinking, but it was already sunset and dusk.

After pondering slightly, feeling the trace of kindness released by the other party, Zhang Fan said calmly: "Yes, Zhang Fan, in the lower Dharma Xiang Sect, I have met fellow Taoists."

"Haha, Zhang Fan? OK, OK, OK!"

When he heard his name, the fake pill monk hidden in the dark was silent for a moment, then laughed out loud, three pounds in a row. The word "good" revealed his joy.

Hum? Why did the other party be like he had heard of him? Zhang Fan frowned slightly and then let go. No matter what, at least this strong man with a shocking cultivation level has no intention of making things difficult for the time being, and it is enough to understand this.

"The visitor is a guest, how about Brother Zhang come over and have a drink?"

He had not even asked a question before and took action. And he had a killer move. Why didn’t he say that the visitor was a guest at that time? Zhang Fanzheng was whispering in his heart, and a breath flashed and pointed out the direction of the speaker.

Looking up, I could only see a corner of the attic in the distance, and it looked like a figure stopping and looking at it.

Zhang Fan smiled slightly, clasped his fists and replied, "I dare not obey my orders, I'll bother you."

Then his body moved, turned into a stream of light and disappeared from the spot. When he appeared again, he was already in the attic.
Chapter completed!