Immortal Road of the Dharma Idol Chapter 1077: 　”I am waiting for you!”

"Zhang~Fan~"

No need to say anything. At the moment of unscrupulous provocation by Zhang Fan, the eight-armed Demon God roared immediately, the sound of the gold iron clanged, left Feng Jiuling and others, and the whole body demonic qi skyrocketed and passed by.

It seems like a black sky curtain, which was suddenly pulled through, and the speed is extremely fast. The spectator only feels that there is a flower in front of him, and the eight-armed demon has stood at the place where Zhang Fan originally stood.

He is fast, Zhang Fan moves faster.

After the provocation, I didn’t even look back. I was sure that the eight-armed demon was mad, and turned around and turned into a golden rainbow, flying away towards the distance.

One person, one demon, one after the other, one escape and one chase, and suddenly disappeared in front of everyone.

All of these changes happened in an instant, waiting for everyone to recover. The figures of both sides are no longer visible.

"Gee~~"

At this time, the real dragon of the crazy dragon just emerged from the Nine Provinces cultivator group below, and flew into the air and stood beside Feng Jiuling. It was amazing: "Brother Feng, how much do you think the eight-armed devil hates junior brother Zhang?" !"

"Have anything happened between them?"

The mad dragons haven’t won the real life for a long time, and their strength is no longer there. They can only hide underneath and pick up cheap ones, but they dare not participate in the real war.

Until now, a little bit of dust was settled, he ran up.

"God knows."

Following the words of the real dragon, Feng Jiuling rolled his eyes, and the real soldier was speechless.

In their view, Zhang Fan is entangled with the eight-armed demon **** or led away. It was a long struggle. Unexpectedly, Zhang Fan sent a whistle. The eight-armed demon **** followed without any hesitation and ran Faster than a dog.

The Eight-Armed Demon God has done this. Feng Jiuling and Shenbing Real People are happy to see their own achievements, but they have enough expert pits on the other side of the northern Xinjiang.

"This..."

One by one, strangely shaped, with a lot of beards, the northern Xinjiang alien experts were stupefied in the air, neither entering nor retreating.

Cooperate many times, although their strength is not strong, but the cooperation with the eight-armed demon gods is also a tacit understanding. The terror deterrent power of the eight-armed demon gods is also a vertical and horizontal battlefield, but it can be condensed at this time. In the air. All looked at each other, a bitter meaning.

In the end, they didn’t understand how the eight-armed demon ran so fast, they didn’t even have time to fight for their retreat.

Immediately, these experts from northern Xinjiang have no time to worry about this. "Wow", they came from all directions to join Nine Provinces expert.

In an instant, the atmosphere between heaven and earth suddenly stagnate, just as time solidifies with the air, waiting for Shi Potian’s shock.

"Yun Ning comes when it comes, and it also winds when it goes. It's a real person."

The Divine Soldier bowed his head and said to himself, but he was a little bit sad, and waved his hand at will. Then he greeted him with Feng Jiuling and others, and found their old opponents.

"Kill!"

Nine Provinces is a real person, full of energy, and the overwhelming magical treasure radiance will instantly submerge the surrounding aliens in northern Xinjiang.

Without the earth yellow dragon, he was led away by the eight-armed demon god. Among them, the good hands were stopped by the real soldiers and other people, and the rest of the northern Xinjiang aliens became fish.

......

At this time, Zhang Fan, who was sighed as a master by the real soldiers, secretly admired, is running desperately, even the breathless skill owes it.

The furious eight-armed demon **** is indeed worthy of the word devil god. demonic qi sweeps the sky and the world, and it is vigorously lined up and down the sea, hanging tightly behind the golden rainbow across the sky. .

"Shoot~"

Zhang Fan shone, Jin Hong bent out a beautiful arc, passing by with a dark light.

Then, with a "boom" sound, the black light threw away, swept across the earth, and fell back into the hands of the eight-armed demon god, but it was one of his eight magical treasure "cymbals."

"crack crack～"

The earth is cracking, cymbals magical treasure one strike, huge cracks spread on the ground, twisting like dragon snakes.

"Almost!"

During this time, the eight-armed demon **** danced with eight arms, magical treasure flew, and Zhang Fan secretly panicked for not knowing how many times. Now, sweeping the surrounding environment, it is finally let out a long breath.

"Cool cow, come out."

A dive. Zhang Fan shouted loudly.

"Bang!"

A muffled sound came up, and a large piece of gravel collapsed, and the majestic body of the bull's gleaming gold was revealed.

He was arranged to hide here by Zhang Fan, and the sound of convergence was almost similar to that of fake death. Now it is hard to hear the call of the master. The barbarian is trying to roar to make a strong voice, and suddenly...

"Uh!"

The eyes of the barbarian are straight, and they stammer: "Eight~~Eight Arm~~Eight Arm Demon..."

"Heavens!"

In his bull’s eyes, he reflected such a scene: Zhang Fan ran in front, the eight-armed demon roared and chased, both of them grew bigger and bigger in his eyes, gradually filling up the whole Vision.

"What are you still doing there?"

Zhang Fan screamed with anger, and a flash fell to his back.

Hearing the master’s roar, the barbarian was suddenly excited, throwing all his fears behind his head, subconsciously picking up his tail, and turned and ran away.

In a blink of an eye, Manniu was very pleased with his subconscious movement.

Just while his tail was caught, a blade was almost chopped against his butt. As long as he took a step slower, he would say goodbye to the tail.

He was very cold. The barbarian cow even brought out the strength to feed the milk, the four-hoof chain trampled the ground, and the clear springs suddenly flowed into rivers and streams, rolling forward.

The northern plains are lacking. The barbarian bull’s four-legged walking wave has almost pumped out the groundwater source within tens of miles.

It was at this time that the eight-armed demon seemed to notice that the situation was wrong, and the whole body demonic qi burned, "booming". The eight arms skyrocketed several times, eight pieces of magical treasure swords and halberds, mountain shield cymbals, and simultaneously came.

This one strike is extremely sudden and extremely fast, and it must be avoided at first sight. If it is one strike and Zhang Fan and the barbarian cow, they will become meat emulsion.

At that moment, Zhang Fan's left sleeve shuddered, and he refrained again, facing the gusting wind, his right hand suddenly rolled out.

"Boom~"

A Eastern Sovereign bell sounded, and it shattered for nine days mist.

Eastern Sovereign Zhong suddenly emerged from the palm of Zhang Fan, caught between him and the eight-armed demon, eight pieces of magical treasure struck on bell body, the disordered and broken sound waves turned from virtual to real, seeming to tear the space.

"Zhang~Fan~, fight me!"

The eight-armed Demon God leaned back, and the unstoppable majesty collapsed. The roaring sound in his mouth was more and more angry.

"hahaha～～"

Zhang Fan sat back to back, with the eight-armed demon **** in front, and smiled in heaven, no matter how pale his face was, and his mouth was bleeding. He took the Eastern Sovereign who bounced back. Zhong Yi pointed to each other and said: "Eight hands, once remembered, then Underground cultivation world, how did you die in this hand, but would like to come again, eh?"

"You..."

Breath like the sound of the wind roaring, the eight-armed demon was so angry that he was speechless for a while.

How did he lose to Zhang Fan last time?

It was three days and three nights in a row, like walking a dog, and was slaughtered to death.

What a shame!

Although the ray of consciousness of the eight-armed demon **** has arrived, it is still the empathy that has survived since ancient times. The son of the Holy Emperor rests his blood and does not kill Zhang Fan. How can he get rid of his hatred?

"Oh~"

demonic qi rushed straight to the sky, and the world felt his anger, and the plate swayed, seeming to collapse.

"Go straight south!"

Feeling the wrath of the eight-armed Demon God, Zhang Fan smiled slightly and whispered to Manniu.

"Come on!"

The barbarian responded excitedly, taking out the strength of feeding, and running happily.

The one strike shock just now, even though he is still a little bit soft, but seeing that his owner does not put the eight-armed devil in his eyes, he is still a proud rider.

I was planning to run harder, and Zhang Fan said a word in his ear, but he was stunned and asked in disbelief: "Master, what did you just say?"

"I seem to have heard it wrong."

Zhang Fan snorted impatiently: "Can you hear this wrong?!"

"I'm asking you, try your best, can you run for a few months at most?"

"Ah~"

The bull is soft and almost fell to the ground. Although the speed has not slowed down, the skew and bumps are still indispensable, so Zhang Fan snorted dissatisfiedly.

"A few months? Can you run for a few months?"

The wild cows are full of paste, and they just feel that the world is going to collapse.

Don’t say running for a few months, if it’s the current speed, even after running for the first half of a month, it can kill his cattle. How many months? Can be sent directly to the graveyard.

The master urged him on the back, and the eight-armed demon bit his tail. Although the bull was full of doubts, he dared not delay a little and ran wildly.

A few times approached, several times pulled apart, and more than an hour passed in the blink of an eye, the angry eight-armed demon really failed to catch up.

The smell of the wild cow is a lot thicker, like a windmill, and finally I can’t help but ask: "Master, almost, let’s slip the guy behind?"

"Go back? Why go back?"

Zhang Fan glanced back indifferently, and continued: "Continue to run, keep going south."

"Uh~"

The barbarian asked timidly: "How long will it take?"

"Just a month!"

Zhang Fan responded casually~IndoMTL.com~ too lazy to answer any more, turned over and sat back, ready to cope with the eight-armed demon who roared closer.

"This month?" The barbarian shuddered all over his body. "Wouldn't it be necessary to run back to Qin Province, what does the master want to do?"

For a long time, the bull was confused and confused, only knowing that things were far from what he had originally guessed. Zhang Fan was not just trying to lead the eight-armed demon away, helping the purpose of the battlefield in northern Xinjiang.

The same is true. What the bulls don’t know is that at this time, Zhang Fan’s mind has been drawn from the danger in front of him, and the broad and magnificent battlefields of northern Xinjiang, and his eyes have become distant.

"Where are you now?"

"When will it appear?"

"I am waiting for you!"

Unconsciously, the innate gossip money was held in the hand by Zhang Fan, and a little came out from the fingers, reflecting a brilliant light.