※, among the survivors of the underground clan, the last true man Kangying. In front of these evil spirits, he died in front of everyone's eyes!

He has to die!

After all, Mr. Wu is so old and not in vain. Before Zhang Fan could express his third thing, he knew it clearly.

In any case, as the strongest among the remnants, the poisoned Nascent Soul Real Person, Zhang Fan, could not let him leave here alive.

Therefore, in order to retain the last bit of the Holy Clan fire and bloodline, Mr. Wu had to stop himself

After all, if you put the strength comparison there, you really have to be strong, and your family will be destroyed. Now that he can die, he can at least fight for a while. See if Zhang Fan keeps his promises.

Even the way to die in this way, even the Taoist Ku couldn't help but sigh, let alone the remnants who regarded him as gods.

In an instant, the crying sounded up to the sky, endless sorrows were filled with sorrow. The sadness and sorrow made people feel sad when they heard it.

Amid countless sad crying and countless hatred eyes, Zhang Fan slowly shook his head, and a red light wrapped around the last thing of Wu Lao and fell into his hands.

In the red light, the most eye-catching thing was naturally the blood-colored altar, such a thing. He had two of them.

They all used the altars for tens of thousands of years. Countless lives and blood nourished their spirituality. But this altar is different. When you brush your hands on it, the wilderness and desolation and distantness turned into a touch of coldness, refreshing the heart.

This feeling cannot be found in ancient times. This is an altar that has been used since the ancient times. Perhaps the slowly flowing blood on it still has the resentment of the demon god.

Although such a treasure is of no use to Zhang Fan, it does not prevent him from carefully packing it up.

Then, the last two things could be seen in his eyes.

These two things were left behind when Wu Laosan worshipped the heavens, earth and people, triggered boundless power and crushed themselves. They could only be intact under the influence of the heavens, earth and the earth's power, which shows how extraordinary these two things were.

The two are: one is the skull necklace made of wild beasts and human skulls on Wu Lao's neck; the other is a walking stick.

The one Zhang Fan held in his hand first was the skill.

I don’t know what kind of bone skull this cane is made of, and it feels numb in my hand, as if endless lightning strikes the head of the cane, thus transmitting it.

This constitutes the main skull of the cane, which looks gray-brown, like keratin and bone. The luster on it is from the inside out, and it is bright and bright into the jade and blooming, with an indescribable sense of mystery.

At the top of the cane, there is a ball that looks like an eyeball, with a fist size, no matter which direction the cane turns, it seems that you can feel the eyeballs also rotate. It is always condensed on the holder, extremely strange and creepy.

This was obviously a witchcraft treasure, and it could not be seen for a while, so Zhang Fan had to temporarily put it away.

Then, he took the last thing into the skull necklace with a serious expression.

The reason why Zhang Fan valued this thing far more than the cane that looked extraordinary was not other reasons, but because of the faint fluctuations on this necklace.

As his master of weapon refining, it is easy to see that this kind of fluctuation is unique to a kind of treasure that implies Qiankun. The most typical and common example is Qiankun Bag.

In short, this should be a storage treasure.

In the moment, the spiritual consciousness penetrated into it. With a slight turn, a hint of joy appeared between Zhang Fan's eyebrows.

As he expected, this was a special storage treasure used by Mr. Wu. Each of the skulls was a huge space. Just like a necklace, it was like a large number of Qiankun bags.

There are many good things here. I think it is the continuation of Mr. Wu's life. It is fine if those witchcraft secret techniques are just the materials on the countless wild beasts that only lit up Zhang Fan's eyes. What really made him feel moved was the rare and heavy pieces of skull in the human skull at the center of the head and necklace shone red, and the special crystallization of wood that is neither gold nor earth nor wood!

If it were before today, Zhang Fan might not recognize what this was. Now after Siya's introduction, he would naturally not treat the treasure as grass, and took out the only two pieces of it and put them together with the previous three pieces to carefully treasure them.

Then he put away the skull necklace casually. Zhang Fan couldn't help but feel that it was not worth it for the countless masters of the Holy Clan who died in Poshan City, the number of Yuanying real people on both sides who had more than one hand, and the tens of millions of people who were buried in the end.

After making such a great sacrifice, all I got was just two pieces of land and wood.

No wonder Mr. Wu and the remaining remnants were unwilling to let go of the last elite in Poshan City no matter what. You must know that if they stay here for a while, they will be more dangerous. It’s a pity that the profit will make people feel confused, and there will be a scene today.

After doing all this, Zhang Fan turned his attention to the last combat power of more than a thousand remnants below for the first time.

At this time, inside and outside the frozen valley below, it was like ice and fire.

In the valley, the Poshan City cheered and cheered. Old Wu was dead, but their Nascent Soul Real Person was alive. In this way, even if Zhang Fan left, they were no longer afraid of these remnants. In other words, who is chasing now can't be sure!

Outside the valley, the remnants were screaming with sorrow and anger, as if they were real, they spread out. Almost everyone had red eyes, holding weapons in their hands, and seeing their appearance, they clearly wanted to give it a try.

"Hahaha"

At this moment, Zhang Fan suddenly chuckled.

"Do you want Wu Laobai to die?"

"If you want to, as long as you take action, I will definitely help you!"

Zhang Fan's laughter filled with cold Cai's intentions instantly came into the ears of all the remains.

Silence. A silence!

A long time later!

A petite woman suddenly stood up and bowed to the dust and ashes that were gradually invisible in the air, then stepped out without saying a word.

"Return!"

Her movements seemed to be contagious. For a moment, all the residents were silent, repeated her movements, followed her, and slowly moved away to the distance.

At this time, with their energy and spirit, even if Zhang Fan and Siya didn't take action, they would be enough to kill them just by relying on the three hundred elites in the valley.

However, since Zhang Fan did not say anything to stop him, how could they make their own decisions? After a previous scene, the power of the other party's Yuanying Wu Lao committing suicide was completely established in the hearts of these monks in the Poshan City. No matter what he did, no one would have any opinions.

"Boy, you are quite foresighted. If you attack these savages at this time, you would be a little embarrassed."

"After that, that old boy Wu died so unfairly."

The meaning of the Taoist Ku clearly led them to sigh, but he was gloating when he listened to his tone.

Zhang Fan smiled, shook his head, watching the last fire of these remnants slowly disappear into the sky.

As the Taoist Ku said, the death of Mr. Wu was indeed unjust. He exchanged his life for these "fire seeds" and was "silent".

Under the magical power of the Lock Heaven Gate, even Zhang Fan had to rely on himself to practice this magical power, and with the help of Wan'er's Xuanyin Seed Jade Heart Artifact, he could be liberated. What's more, these people are simply ants compared to him.

Throughout my life, these children who have entrusted Mr. Wu’s endless hope can no longer make any progress. They will never be able to knock on the gate of heaven in their lifetime and reach the top!

It's just some poor people who are not threatened and hopeless.

Then, Zhang Fan remembered the girl who took the lead, Gui'er! She was the only one among everyone who had never had the Heavenly Lock. Perhaps one day, she could become the backbone of the remnants, fulfill her childhood hopes, and win the respect of all remnants.

"Forget it!"

Watching the last little black dot disappear at the place where the world meets, Zhang Fan shook his head and laughed, turned around and fell towards the Ice Red Flower Valley.

The Holy Emperor's bloodline is enough not to be extinct in his hands!

In any case, he felt a little respect for these predecessors who led humanity to fight against the will of heaven and to earn life.

This result is the best one.

A golden rainbow crossed, Zhang Fan was down to the ground, and the snow and ice that had not melted all year round made moans, as if he was not trembling with the power he had shown before.

This is how the monks in the surrounding Poshan City are.

At this moment, their eyes were filled with respect, awe, and gratitude. After the previous scene, Zhang Fan's position in their minds was probably not the real person of the Yuanying who rescued Siya, who would surely die.

Silently, spontaneously, a passage cracked. No one dared to block his sight.

Their views and their gazes were naturally like clouds in Zhang Fan's heart, and they didn't care at all. At the end of the cracked passage, a beautiful figure looking at the door jumped into his eyes.

Yi Yi Wan'er!

Her eyes were extremely pure, without the awe, gratitude, and other emotions of others. There was only quietness, waiting, in a trance, like a curling smoke in the cooking stove, looking into the distance, looking for the return head.

This kind of intimacy and nature are far better than treating him as a god-like respect in Zhang Fan's mind. He immediately felt warm in his heart, and a smile appeared, stepped out, passed by suddenly, and appeared in front of Wan'er.

"Brother, you're back."

"Yeah. I'm back."

In the conversation like boiled water, there is a natural smile of knowingly, and the hundreds of people in the valley are gone, turning back into the stone house.

For a time, the Yuanying Zhenren Siya, Wan'er's master Han Yue, and everyone in the valley did not exist in the world of both of them. There were only each other between heaven and earth.
Chapter completed!