The corpse abandons the Taoist Dharma body and is on the verge of collapse; the heavenly punishment of the thunder of the thunder gradually disappears; the eighteen golden corpses come out in full bloom.

All three of them mean that this confrontation between heaven and manpower is finally coming to an end.

A thunder of heavenly punishment that should have lasted for several months or even years has disappeared in just a few days. Although it can be predicted that its last blow will definitely shock the earth and have supreme power, it can also be seen from it that the thunder punishment is powerless. As Zhang Fan expected, after this time, the Taoist of Corpse may really be able to reappear in the sunshine and roll up a storm in the world of cultivation.

"It depends on whether you win or I win!"

In Zhang Fan's eyes, there was a deep and peaceful abyss, deep as the sea, boundless and firm, calm and almost cold. The moment of life and death, success or failure seemed to be unable to leave any dust in his heart.

When you are a hero, you will not be cowardly but firm in the most dangerous times; if you do not hesitate and be calm, you will not be able to achieve great things without this.

In the eyes of the Taoist Zui Die and Fairy Xinglan, Zhang Fan seemed to be very different from usual at this time. He was standing in front of him, but he felt like he was illusory, as if all his energy and spirit were condensed in a point in the void, waiting for the last moment to explode.

"Heart"

It was as if Hongmeng had just begun to open up, with a loud noise, the heaven and earth collapsed, the wind and clouds changed color, and the universe changed positions.

With Thunder Cliff as the center, within a radius of hundreds of miles, the earth changes, mountains rise, volcanoes erupt, rivers flow, and the earth cracks, making it look like a scene in the apocalyptic world.

In the sky, thunder clouds collapsed without a trace, and the thunder lights in the sky seemed to be swallowed by the heaven and earth themselves, and were completely seen. They were replaced by a sudden bright red color, just like the sky was torn a huge hole, just like the sky weeping blood and shedding tears on earth.

Where all the powers gather, the corpse abandoned the Taoist Dharma body and collapsed with a bang. The power of billions of creatures was condensed for hundreds of years and scattered in the wind.

The golden monkey raised up a thousand-pound stick and resisted the power of the heavenly power and dispersed the thunder.

The terrifying figure standing tall and earth gradually faded away in the tide formed by the disordered spiritual storm.

The eighteen golden corpses, the golden light disappeared, the corpse energy was gathered, and the body was covered with bruises, and lightning was wandering, as if they had no power to fly, and they fell down like dumplings.

"Bang bang bang bang

Eighteen muffled sounds in succession, and the platform that was floating swayed and fell down with a bang. It was actually sunk by the eighteen golden corpse.

In the terror of the terror of the sky, Zhang Fan and the other two forced their bodies to stabilize everything else, as if they were missing, their eyes were bright and their eyes were staring at the platform.

Win, loss, life, death, success, failure, all at this time!

The eighteen golden corpses have such a great power. When the Taoist body of the corpse-abandoned Taoist disintegrated, they took over all the remaining powers of the thunder. At that moment, each of the eighteen golden corpses suffered at least hundreds of thunders, and most of their bodies almost collapsed.

In this case, if it were a living creature, it would undoubtedly die; if it were other corpses, they would have been destroyed by the powerful force, and only these eighteen golden corpses still retain the last bit of vitality.

But even so, his injuries were so severe that he had reached the point where he was completely inadequate. He fell into the platform, and no one of the eighteen humans was trapped in four traps, and none of them struggled.

"Eighteen Golden Corpse, this biggest threat, can be ignored at this time!"

Zhang Fan's eyes suddenly lit up, knowing that the opportunity was not to be missed, and there was not even a single call to the Taoist who died of drunkenness. Suddenly, they rose up from the ground. With the crows, the sound of golden flames ignited and burst into the sky, suddenly, and appeared on the sky falling on the platform.

The huge four sinkholes under your feet, the sudden big hole was the result of the raging disaster of the heavenly tribulation for tens of thousands of years. It looked like a crater left behind after a volcano erupted. The depth of the abyss was unknown, such as going straight into the depths of the earth.

On the platform where he was falling rapidly, there was never an empty space, the Dharma body disintegrated, the golden corpse lost its combat power, and only the body of the corpse abandoned Taoist, still lying flat on it, a vague shadow on it was laughing wildly at the sky, and the spiritual power gathered, as if the soul had left the body.

"Hahaha

The sound of crazy laughter came from the platform, not the sound of human speech, but the powerful thoughts that directly shocked the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and turned into overwhelming sound waves.

"God, what can you do to me?"

"God, this sect is out of trouble today. The world is so great. Who can do anything to me? If you can't see it, then another lightning strikes me to death.

The endless madness and the indescribable wildness were like a powerful man in the trance, who was scolding the sky and the earth, unscrupulous, and the world was so great that there was nothing he could take into consideration.

"The Taoist of the Corpse".

Zhang Fan's face darkened, and this name came out from the gaps between his teeth.

In addition to the phantom, roaring to the sky and laughing wildly, the conductor of the corpse abandoned Taoist was also trembling violently, as if he might struggle to get up anytime and anywhere, and reappearing the supreme style in the universe.

"call.

While breathing and vomiting, two clouds with sparks came in from the mouth and nose. Zhang Fan raised his hand and made a golden light.

"Old monster of corpse, if you want to get out of trouble, you have to step past Zhang's body!"

"No thunder came from the sky

"God's will is in me, the corpse-abandoned Taoist, you will rest today and reappear in the sun!"

With the loud shout, Zhang Fan's entire body was covered with golden light, and the golden crows danced behind him. The corona glory, the celebratory clouds appeared, the stars rotated, and the boundless power was washed away. It suddenly lowered and was within reach.

"Junior arrogant!"

The Taoist Ziqi roared angrily, and the phantom on his body pointed at the sky with one hand and pulled it, and a crack in the sky crack was cracked.

"This is the soul, but I don't know what is bound to the body of the corpse Taoist, so it's not worth worrying about.

When Zhang Fan gathered his energy and was about to take action, the Ku Taoist was not idle and analyzed one by one.

Now that he wants to take action with real swords and guns, he can only rely on his experience and give more tips.

If you win this time, there may be great benefits; if you lose, you will die. Even the Taoist sect is nervous at this time, and his speech is very fast, and he instantly commented on the point he saw.

"The body is extremely powerful. I am afraid it is not under the golden corpse, and there are no traces of the corpse path, so it cannot be destroyed by the evil-breaking golden seal."

The Taoist of Corpse is certainly a top master of Corpse Taoism, but in that era when the great master of great powers was born in the world, how could he refine himself into corpse refining, leaving behind such a huge flaw?

"The spiritual power is locked, and the spiritual consciousness is not hindered. The spiritual consciousness directly evolves the magical power!"

This sentence from Daoist Ku made Zhang Fan raise his eyebrows.

The Wild Wolf King, the Daoist of Ku, has seen two of the strongest spiritual consciousness in his life. They can use their spiritual consciousness to display various magical powers, which are hard to defend against and are extremely powerful. They just don’t know how this corpse-abandoned Taoist is.

"The problem of spiritual consciousness is not very big. I guess I have been tortured by the heavenly tribulation for too long and it is weak. I will leave after being prepared for a while.

"Be careful of the Holy Crown!"

"The Holy Crown is full of spirituality and powerful. Although it should not be driven by the corpse-abandoned Taoist, do not attack directly, just in case if it is not possible.

The Holy Crown and Court Cloak were almost certainly not driven by the corpse and Taoist Taoist, and may even be the culprit that caused him to fall into this state. If it weren't for this, he would have probably worn the power to resist the heavenly tribulation.

Judging from the power of the Holy Crown, combined with the powerful body of the corpse Taoist, the two are combined, and they are placed wherever they are, and they are allowed to take action. I am afraid that he will not be able to do anything to him.

Now it is racing against time. If any of the eighteen golden corpses come back and use the corpse-abandoned Taoist to drive the power of the golden corpse, Zhang Fan could only turn around and run without saying a word, and there was no possibility of a head-on battle.

Death is undoubtedly true!

"Don't worry, Mr. Ku, I didn't have the idea of ​​attacking head-on!"

Zhang Fan looked motionless, and shouted at the two drunk Taoist who were following him: "Two fellow Taoists, please protect Zhang, and after ten breaths, there will be good news."

This sentence means that the Taoist Zui Die and the others will take over the corpse and the Taoist who has transformed his magical powers through his spiritual sense, and now the strongest power.

In the words, there is absolute confidence and boundless arrogance, just like facing him, not an ancient master who is about to escape, but just an ordinary mortal.

As for whom to resist and protect him, there is no need to say more. In the crack formed by the corpse-abandoned Taoist primordial spirit, a pair of golden eyes emerged.

The golden eyes hang in the sky, between opening and closing, washing away like the full moon and waxing, and the indescribable magical mystery.

"The younger generation killed my disciples under my sect and almost made me a big deal. Now I want to prevent my sect from getting out of trouble. I am really a mantis armed mantis, and I don't know how to die."

"After this sect escapes from difficulties, we will definitely refine you and others into corpse puppets and suppress them for ten thousand years before we can relieve the hatred in our hearts!"

The Taoist corpse was roaring wildly, and in the golden eyes in the sky, there was a ruthless mood. As far as you could see, it seemed like you fell into the cycle of reincarnation, a thought of life and death.

In such a terrifying power, two figures went upstream and rushed straight into the sky, only the sound of long laughter came and echoed on the Thunder Cliff.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang let go of his power, died of drunkenness, Xinglan will not die, and he will have no worries after all.

"Haha, I want to see what methods you have!"

He was humiliated by the younger generation in person and regarded nothing as if nothing had happened. The corpse abandoned Taoist was furious. As soon as he escaped from the trap, tens of thousands of years of bondage were untied. He was a little disobedient in his ecstasy. Now he even threw the demeanor of the top strong man behind his head.

If Zhang Fan and others fell into his hands at this time, they would probably not have time to refine them into corpses. If they suppress them for ten thousand years, they would be torn to pieces on the spot.

"Shame to refining corpses, suppressing them for thousands of years?"

Zhang Fan's chuckle suddenly came out of a golden light.

But he saw him sitting cross-legged in the void, with a cloud bed condensed by golden light underneath, and a golden halo on it, which could only be seen. He could only see complex handprints formed by him, centered on the sandalwood center, gathered in front of him, condensed in his palm, and his vast power and great oppression suddenly appeared.

"The Taoist of the Corpse, we are really heroes who see each other."

"Want to get out of trouble? Zhang will suppress you for another five hundred years today!"
Chapter completed!