"If you are asked to run away again, I will be called "Drunk Daoist" from now on!"

The drunk Taoist raised the gourd with one hand and said with a strong sense of relieving his hatred.

His tone and expression were very disproportionate to his identity as one of the three major casual cultivators in Qinzhou, and he was secretly led. From this, it can be seen how unhappy he was with the iron-backed pangolin.

If it weren't for the iron-backed pangolin's hand, which was moving and rushing through the mountains, how could he have fallen into this situation today? He would have chased him like a mountain rat and was circling around. If Zhang Fan and the others hadn't come in time, he would have even lost his life.

Such unforgettable memory is in my heart. Since he took action against the Ironback Pangolin, how could he be unprepared to death when he was drunk?

"Condensing".

The sarcasm was still drunk and the Taoist face had not dissipated. Suddenly, he shouted out loud.

In an instant, on the earth, especially on the ground where the iron-backed pangolin was planted in the shape of a backward planting onion, a sudden light of gold suddenly appeared.

The golden light is so rich that at first glance, it seems that the huge ground is paved with gold, and the earth and stone are just appearances. With the finger of the Taoist Drunkard, it reveals its true appearance.

This light is different from Zhang Fan's golden light to destroy evil. It has no righteous power to destroy evil. Some are the power of the five elements of biochemical transformation. Under the golden light, the earth belongs to the earth and turns into gold, condensed like fine steel!

"Referring to the ground to form steel!"

Zhang Fan raised his eyebrows and realized something. His expression, which was originally indispensable, suddenly condensed and concentrated on the iron-backed pangolin, as if he wanted to see what effect his art of crossing the mountain was facing this magical power?

Under the technique of "fingering into steel", the iron-backed pangolin was startled first, and then neither slowed down nor changed direction. As for turning around, he even stopped raising and went straight down, and his contempt for this technique was fully revealed.

No wonder he is like this. This "fingering into steel" is not a profound magic. Its powerful magical power is just one of the basic magics that immortal cultivators can rest after getting started.

"How can the mere power of the five elements be transformed into a newborn? How can you be so difficult to defeat Grandpa Pangolin?"

The iron-backed pangolin thought proudly, if the situation did not allow it, it was obviously not the opponent's opponent, and there was a more terrifying person beside him. According to his nature, he had to turn around and sarcastically.

But in a blink of an eye, this pride was like dew in the morning. At the time when the sun came out, it suddenly disappeared.

"How about this happening?"

Panic, fear, despair, and all kinds of moods surged into my heart. The entire body of the transformed demon fell back to the ground, but could not go any further. That kind of horror was clearly revealed even on his hideous face.

If you can't get in, you can't do it every minute or inch!

Under the most basic magic of the Taoist Drunk Death, the iron-backed pangolin leans on the Great Wall's penetration technique as if it had been destroyed and could no longer play a role.

"good!"

Zhang Fan, who was paying attention to the results, exclaimed and exclaimed.

This time, the Taoist Drunk Death taught him a lesson and benefited a lot!

Zhang Fan had already practiced this magic of "fingering into steel" in the Qi Refining Period, but if he was allowed to use it, let alone trapping a giant monster like the Ironback Pangolin, he would completely restrain the opponent's talented magical powers, and even whether he could use it smoothly was still between the two.

This naturally has nothing to do with the difficulty. He can successfully cultivate the great supernatural powers such as the five-colored divine light, the universe in his sleeve, and the three-top magic seal. Naturally, he can't stop talking about this "fingering into steel".

The reason for this is really because he has never used such basic magical powers in the past hundred years.

The reason is naturally caused by contempt.

But in the hands of the Taoist drunken death, Zhang Fan truly saw its power. It can be described in one sentence: "There is no useless magical power in the world. There are only useless cultivators."

This is what I can say!

The Taoist who died of drunkenness can practice "finger into steel" or even some similar basic magic to this point, which is naturally related to his background in casual cultivating.

Although he is now in glory, he is on par with the Nascent Soul True Persons of various major sects. However, at the beginning of his entry into the Tao, he is no different from those low-level cultivators who are fighting for a spirit stone.

At that time, he would not have any good magical powers to practice, so he put more effort into these basic magical powers. Now it seems that he has taken a different approach, formed his own school, added his own understanding to the basic magic, and entered the Tao with silence.

Of course, Zhang Fan could not have been able to do it, and there was no need to follow the path of the Taoist who died of drunkenness, but there are many reasons for it.

"It seems that the state is different at this time. Standing at a high place and looking back at those basic things, you will gain something else

Zhang Fan smiled slightly, and watched the drunk Taoist who was trapped in the "Fingering Earth into Steel" technique, flooded it with a sea of ​​wine, burned it with a raging flame, and finally trapped the great demon in the transformation to death, burning it underground, burning it in Qingxuan, and the Yuanying never escaped. Even he couldn't help but admire it.

After a while, the flames converged, and the strong wind passed by. Among the ashes of the sky, the drunk Taoist looked up at the sky and poured wine. He stepped out and said he was happy!

During the whole process, Zhang Fan just skipped the formation, but did not come forward to help. First, the Taoist who died of the drunkenness did not need this and lost the suddenness of being caught off guard. The iron-backed pangolin in his hand was just a reversal of his palm. Second, it was for the Yefeng Bat Demon.

The corpse abandoned the sect. Among the three real people in the ancestor of the Ten Thousand Demons, the Heavenly Corpse is the strongest, but the night

The bat tentacle and weak dry pool are definitely not as good as the iron-backed pangolin! Compared to Zhang Fan standing aside, his attention has never left the starry sky from beginning to end, as if it is the eternal starry sky.

"boom!"

Just as the iron-backed pangolin fell and the Taoist who died of drunkenness stepped out, in the Eternal Night Star Magic Realm, Fairy Xinglan suddenly groaned and flew backwards.

Looking around it, the starry debris was radiant and floating like an immortal. It was just that the Nascent Soul Magic Realm was torn apart for a moment.

The situation of Yefeng Bat is much worse than that of Fairy Xinglan. Obviously, he paid no price to break through this hole and escape from the sky.

The stars are everywhere in the sky, and in the sudden hole among the stars in the eternal night, a white light spreads out, suddenly becoming a surging force.

The rest of the people present were the Nascent Soul Real People. With their eyesight, they immediately realized that these white light entities were countless snow-white bats, which were no different from the size of ordinary bats in the mountains, and were very different from the large monsters of the Night Wind Bat that were even more powerful than the Hawks.

He transforms into thousands of bodies and escapes with his tail broken!

Ye Feng Bat's idea flashed through everyone's hearts instantly, like a mirror.

Fairy Xinglan calmed down and didn't care about the blood and blood that was shaken by Ye Feng Bat's life-threatening blow. He shouted: "Stop him!"

At this time, she could only hope that Zhang Fan and the Taoist who died of the drunkenness were powerless.

In fact, this is the norm for fighting between the real people of the Nascent Soul. When the cultivation level of each other is similar, it is easy to overcome but difficult to leave.

If Fairy Xinglan faces Ye Feng Bat alone, let alone whether she can force the other party to this point, she will have no choice but to escape alone.

Fortunately, she was not alone, and there was Zhang Fan standing beside her who was eyeing her from beginning to end, just guarding against this scene.

Since I was prepared, if Zhang Fan still let the Yefeng Bat escape, it would be a "joke".

"You can't leave!"

From the eternal night stars, he suddenly appeared under the bright world. The feeling of enlightenment was not as good as the night wind bat was not as good as he sighed. A cold voice came into his ears.

"Demon Emperor Donghua, no!"

It would be impossible to say that he was completely unprepared. Otherwise, facing Fairy Xinglan, the winner was still worth the most, so it was not worth his escaping secret technique.

Isn’t it just that I am afraid that Zhang Fan will make a fuss and join forces with Fairy Xinglan to destroy him?

Now, the final luck is shattered, and the only thing that can put your hopes on is the secret technique obtained from our ancestors.”

Just as the night wind bat was placing his hope on the secret technique and he didn't even dare to turn his head back and escape, the earth-shaking Donghuang bell suddenly made his heart fall from the sky to the underworld.

The sound of the Donghuang bell suppresses Hongmeng, and the water, wind and fire of the pool are all shocked.

At the invisible sound of the Donghuang bell, the countless white bats all stagnated, as if time had stopped. Only one of them flew a few inches more than the other white bats.

This distance is mixed among thousands of bats. No one can tell, but when all the bats are stagnant, the only bat that is afraid of is like the bright moon in the sky in the dark, which is no longer obvious.

""

The cry of despair just reached a distance of several feet, and Yefeng Bat felt his eyes turn black, as if something was covering it.

The sound of despair came to an abrupt end, not because the night wind bat was willing, but the Donghuang Bell was isolated from the inside and outside and shrouded the universe. Not to mention the sound, even the breath could not be released.

Almost at the same time when the Yefeng bat's true body was covered in the Eastern Emperor Bell, tens of thousands of white bats trembled and collapsed with a bang.

"Um?"

"This is"

When these white bats collapsed, Zhang Fan's expression moved, and for a moment, he seemed to feel that he had ignored something.

Those white bats did not disintegrate into disordered spiritual energy, but were covered by the sound of the Donghuang bell. They silently turned into inaudible sound waves, which suddenly dispersed and suddenly disappeared, without causing any turmoil. Even the dreams of thousands of mountains and clouds did not react at all.

Zhang Fan was stunned for a moment, then dispelled all the distracting thoughts, held up one hand and turned into a star-picking shape, and then went down with a loud bang."

The continuous roar sound was like thunder rolling among countless lead clouds, but it was an infinite amount of star light, gathering under his movements, first condensed into stars in the sky, and then the stars in the sky shook one after another.

Shake the stars in the sky, bombard the treasure of the Eastern Emperor, and evolve into the chaotic light column, annihilate all dust.

After a while, when the smoke and clouds disappeared and the dust settled. When Donghuang Zhong flew back to Zhang Fan's hand, there was nothing under it!

Night wind bat, transformed into a giant monster, fell!

At this point, the corpse abandoned the ancestral temple and the Ten Thousand Demons were wiped out, and none of them were spared!

At this time, Zhang Fan had just breathed a sigh of relief. Looking back, he saw that the drunk Taoist took out a huge object from the Qiankun bag and placed it on the ground.
Chapter completed!