One man and one beast approached carefully, but he didn't know that he had entered Zhang Fan's spiritual consciousness.

"It takes no time to get it, but the other party actually delivered it to the door."

Zhang Fan observed a little, smiled slightly, and whistled. After all, Mo Ling has been by his side since he was a child. When he heard the sound, he immediately understood what he meant, and turned around and swooped down.

In the wilderness in the distance, a middle-aged monk with a medium figure and seemingly honest appearance was sitting on a strange-shaped horse, controlling the horse's steps, and approaching the ruins of the Li family with slow lines.

This middle-aged monk is not astonishingly beautiful as a pair of green beans, shining with shiny eyes, as if he had a ghost idea, there was nothing else that attracted attention.

But his horse is quite a stunning horse.

It is a body a half taller than an ordinary horse, and not to mention it, just a pair of fleshy wings on the ribs is not something that an ordinary horse can have.

This pair of flesh is the length of an ordinary person's arms. If it grows on a person's body, it should be able to control the air. However, if it is matched with the horse's huge body, even if there is no one on his back, it will be decided that it will not be able to fly.

Starting from the roots of the fleshy wings, layers of tiny fiery red scales spread until they ended up on their backs, as if they were born with a pair of turtle armor, they looked more and more majestic. "Dragon Horse! This horse, called the Dragon Horse, is strictly speaking, a kind of wild beast, but it has long been tamed as a means of transportation.

According to legend, this is the descendant of the dragon and the horse. It is born with fleshy wings, but it cannot fly because of its weak bloodline. Fortunately, its steps are light and fast and have long strength, and it is still an excellent means of transportation.

The second-level wild beast that is just a dragon horse is at best a competition with the immortal cultivators at the peak of the Qi Refining Period. If it is said that it has the bloodline of a dragon, it is really hard to believe. However, the dragon clan is too licentious. As long as any creature has a little similar appearance to them, it can claim to itself in this way. Even if it is the dragon clan itself, it is afraid that it is not sure and difficult to refute.

**While driving the dragon horse, the middle-aged monk walked forward carefully, and occasionally released his spiritual sense to investigate the surroundings, as if he was afraid of being targeted, but also seemed to be searching for something.

After a while, a look of disappointment and gratitude flashed across his face, as if he was both eager and fearful. Even if he was himself, he could not tell clearly.

At this moment, first the dragon horse, then he himself, all over his body suddenly froze, as if he had been staring at some natural enemy. A chill came out of his heart.

In an instant, the whole world suddenly became dark.

He was panicked and hurriedly looked up. The middle-aged monk opened his eyes hard in the strong wind on his face, and saw a ferocious bird several feet tall, with his claws on his chest and pounced down.

"It's over, it's over..."

After seeing clearly what was attacked, the middle-aged monk screamed in his heart, and almost no thought of resisting could emerge from his heart. Even if he opened his mouth and wanted to scream, he was tempted by the strong wind, and forced him back.

Within two thousand miles of land around the Hanhai City, the ferocious birds that could fly mean that they were naturally extremely Qi Chu.

"The level of the elixir, the wild beast above the fifth level is dead..."

The feeling of despair instantly spread throughout his body. The middle-aged monk was soft and leaning softly on the back of the dragon horse.

He is a foundation-building monk, and even this is the case, let alone the dragon horse under his seat.

First, he neighed in horror, but his past gentleness disappeared. He struggled desperately, kicked his four hooves and dug the ground hard. He almost threw the middle-aged monk off his horse's back several times. Then his limbs bent, trembling endlessly, shaking like sieve chaff.

At this time, the breath of a monster of the elixir level was overwhelming. The middle-aged monk was better and had been mentally prepared. The dragon horse was in trouble, neither kicked nor jumped, as if he was stupid, standing still without moving, his eyes were dull, and the white foam in the corners of his mouth was scared to death.

As soon as he noticed the abnormality of the **, the middle-aged monk felt his body soft and fell to the ground with the dead dragon horse. He barely got up. He felt that his eyes were dark, and a huge wing was sweeping over. He suddenly screamed "Dead" in his heart, and then he lost consciousness.

It seemed that just a moment later, and it seemed that a lifetime had passed. The middle-aged monk suddenly felt a sensation of wind, as if something was passing by on his face.

"I'm not dead!"

The middle-aged monk was ecstatic, but the middle-aged monk did not move, and cracked his eyelids in a crack. It was obvious that a big bird with golden light in the black was turning around impatiently, and then it seemed as if he could not bear it anymore, and the dark golden iron wings swelled up.

"No~!"

Rolling and crawling, not caring about being killed, the middle-aged monk stumbled to the side and climbed up, looking at the ferocious bird screaming with lingering fear.

He really didn't dare to pretend to be dead anymore just now. The beast was not serious. If he died accidentally, it would be a pity.

Sweeping around, the middle-aged monk's eyes suddenly appeared not far behind the ferocious bird, and a figure with his hands behind him stood on his back.

In fact, when I learned that I was not dead, the middle-aged monk knew that he had met a master or could drive a master of the elixir-level wild beast.

If it was a ferocious bird for food, he would have slapped him with one wing to death, so he would have saved his life and spent his energy to wake him up. Therefore, when he saw the back in front of him, he looked surprised at all, and quickly spoke respectfully: "Mr. Wu Si, pay homage to senior, senior Jin An."

With the idea that Li Duo people would not blame him, Wu Si bowed to the ground and his head was about to stick directly onto the ground.

At this time, a clear voice came into his ears.

"Who else in the Li family is not dead?"

I looked at it and saw the man standing with his hands slowly turning around, but he was a tall and thin middle-aged man standing there almost a head higher than him. Without words, he had an indescribable arrogance on his body, which was unforgettable at first sight.

"What is the Li family? Junior..."

Wu Si showed confusion on his face and sincerely looked, which made people even more difficult to doubt him.

What a character Zhang Fan is? If he was so easy to deceive him, there would be no need to wait until today. Those old foxes who eat people and don’t spit bones will be sold in slices. They smiled and said, “Are you here to have fun?”

This place is remote and desolate, 800 miles away from Hanhai City, and is also a forbidden flight area that cannot fly in the air. With the cultivation level of the Fourth Foundation Establishment Stage of the Martial Arts, it is not easy to come here, so how can there be no cause?

The tenth** is sent by the extermination of the family to fish here. If the fish that misses the net always has the habit of returning to the old man to remember and make a decision. Although the method is simple, it is not impossible to succeed.

"My junior"

Wu Si was not giving up and insisted on defending something, but Zhang Fan waved his sleeves and the strong wind blew his face, suppressing all the words back.

"I won't come to ask you now. It's not too late to speak after you want to say it."

Zhang Fan said with a cold smile.

Just as Wu Si had an unknown preview in his heart, he saw Zhang Fan bounce his fingers and a little black light flew out of his hand.

The bird's light is as thin as a gossip, and even its hair is several times thicker than it. If there is life, it turns and detours in the air, suddenly.

It looks inconspicuous and careless, it can ignore it, but what the other party does at this time, and with his words, it goes without saying what it is.

Wu Si Monster screamed and wanted to avoid it. If he was hit by this thing, he would definitely not be able to fall into it. Unexpectedly, he was afraid of it and had not even moved a finger wide distance away, so he felt a weight all over his body, as if he was pressing against Mount Tai.

"It's over, spiritual shackles!"

Wu Si's face suddenly turned as if he was ashamed, and he watched the black-spring gossiping into his oranges.

In an instant, a scream shocked the earth, breaking the gloomy and calmness of the ruins.

"No~~No~~No, no, one by one"

In addition to screaming, Wu Si was not even proud of the pain in his body, and his face suddenly became distorted, his mouth, eyes and nose were tilted, looking terrible.

His right hand, which was penetrated by the bird's gossip, emitted light from his whole body. Almost as soon as he was drilled in, it began to expand little by little, but it was swollen as if it was swollen.

To outsiders, it just was just a little something that didn't even have hair to penetrate into the body, but Wu Si felt that it was completely different.

After the bird light entered the body, it did not even delay a finger, and instantly split into countless parts, even smaller ones, not to mention the naked eye, even his feeling could not be distinguished. Between the fascia, the fracture of bones, and inside each muscle, it was burping desperately, like an earthworm escaping into the ground, like a fish in water, which also brought him endless pain.

Human muscles are made up of smaller muscles. Now the role of bird light is to forcefully separate each bunch of muscles, forming gaps, and ease in between.

"I~~I said I said everything, please stop!"

In a flash, the bird light had already spread to his shoulders. He was about to rush into his torso. He dared not hesitate anymore and shouted.

In fact, he had wanted to say it a long time ago, but in pain, he didn't even have the chance to beg for mercy.

Zhang Fan smiled when he heard this, and was not surprised. He had previously used a magical criminal law in the Infinite Art of the Soul Lord, called "Saving Thousand Wires of Wires", which was not ordinary. It could be said to be a peak secret technique in simple torture. Except for those who have a strong belief, there is no possibility of resistance at all.

This man named Wu Si is obviously a slick person and he can't have a belief.

Seeing that he was so painful that he was bleeding and sweating all over his body, and he couldn't even speak, Zhang Fan pointed out and a little red light shot on his body, which happened to block his shoulders, but only made the bird light no longer spread, but he didn't take it out, and the intention was obvious."
Chapter completed!