Immortal Road of the Dharma Idol Chapter 1032: 　”junior brother Han, don’t come without any problems?”

"Shushasha~"

Zhang Fan stepped out of the barbarian body. For the first time set foot on the land of Kurong Island.

This island does not have sandy beaches on the seashore. Every piece of land is either a tree or a grass field. It seems to be full of vitality, even the salt of the sea can't resist.

At the foot of Zhang Fan, it was such a pasture. The green wave that was seen from a distance ago disappeared, and a piece of yellow, clear rice seemed like a bumper harvest.

At the feet of him and the barbarian cows, the grass that was tough and vigorous not only turned yellow, but also became fragile. Under their footsteps, the lighter ones broke off, and the heavy ones turned into buckwheat powder.

As they progressed, the sound of "shashasha" continued.

"What a dry monsoon!"

At the edge of the grassland, at the beginning of the jungle, the roar of the sea was no longer heard in his ears. Zhang Fan raised his hand and caught a falling yellow leaf.

After lightly rolling, the fallen leaves, which were intact at the last moment and have sharp veins, instantly turned into powder particles and slipped through the fingers.

There is no life!

A truly natural autumn gloom. Nor can it reach this point, the horror of stripping all vitality.

"Maniac, is there any pattern in this withering monsoon?"

Without looking back at Zhang Fan, Shen Sheng asked.

Although I have just been in touch, the Kurong monsoon has left a deep impression on him. To the good, this is the natural prestige; to the serious, it is hidden somewhere on the Kurong Island. Someone has mastered the power of terror between life and death.

The former is enough. For the latter, the ancestor Zhang Fan of Ku Rong is afraid to re-evaluate.

"No pattern!"

Maniu cow shook his head and replied in a muffled voice: "Kurong monsoon is very frequent, at least once a month, and at most seven times a day."

"I heard..."

Maniu suddenly hesitated, and hesitated.

Since he set foot on Kurong Island, he was a little wrong, as if he was afraid of something. Looking at looks at from the east, he sometimes shrank his body towards the back of Zhang Fan, no matter whether his huge body could be blocked by Zhang Fan .

"Speak directly."

Zhang Fan said impatiently, sighing secretly in his heart.

He is very clear in his heart. This is under the prestige of Ku Rong's ancestor. The barbarian was taken out of the courage first, and everyone else is just fine. take action , Very powerful can play half, even if God is not long-sighted.

For this. The meaning of Zhang Fan not at all reprimand, judging from their tragedy, it is not easy for the barbarian to rise up to resist, and it is not meaningful to force it to be strong.

"The legend of the elders, the monsoon of Kurong is the mood of ancestors of Kurong. When the mood is good, it is the wind of life, and when the mood is bad, it is the wind of death."

"The dry glory on the island changes with the ancestor's mood."

When it comes to the back, the voice of the barbarian cow does not feel lowered, and he has a lingering fear, even he himself has not noticed that a bit of an old tree spit outside, after truly stepping on the dry island, subconsciously It is called "Old Ancestor".

"As the mood changes?!"

Zhang Fan's lips are pouted, and the disdainfulness is revealed.

In his opinion, what the old ancestor Ku Rong mastered, or what. It may affect the existence of the withering monsoon, but if you rely on one's own strength to generate this unprecedented change from the sky, Zhang Fan is determined not to believe it.

"Do you think you are a real fairy on land? As the mood changes, a big tone!"

Zhang Fan snorted and understood in his heart that the so-called elders said that the tenth is the rumor released by the ancestors of Rong Rong. The intention is nothing more than to increase the sense of mystery and fear.

"Just a trick!"

Seeing him like this, the barbarian did not know why, and his heart suddenly calmed down, and once again deeply felt the benefits of being a mount.

Some words of ancestors meditated in my heart. His expression suddenly flew and came alive. The bull’s head was high, and he gestured towards the distance, saying: "Master, that is the old and the old... The old tree spirit is.

"Changchun Valley!"

The place where the bull pointed to was before Zhang Fan had noticed it.

It doesn’t change with the monsoon of Kurong, but is always shrouded in a mist. Whether it is surrounded by green or yellow, it looks very eye-catching.

The mist that covers the tens of thousands of squares is not static, but it is like breathing, shrinking and expanding, expanding and expanding endlessly, contracting at the edge of the valley, but see Qingshi Zhengrong . I don't see the situation.

Observed for a moment, Zhang Fan is waiting to move forward, heading towards the Changchun Valley, and a sudden change occurs.

Somewhere in the jungle in front, there was a loud explosion, and the strong wind was scattered, taking a certain point as the center, and instantly flattened the square trees.

Suddenly, a round empty space suddenly appeared like scars in the dense forest.

"Booming~~"

The roaring sound kept approaching. Numerous trails of trees falling like radiation. Scars in the dense forest appeared in front of Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan listened, leaning on the bull with great interest, waiting for those people to come over.

Although I have never seen it with my own eyes, at this moment, in his spiritual sense sweep, the situation in the distance was roughly outlined in his mind.

What caused this scene is nothing more than a chase, one escapes, and everyone chases.

The man who ran away was obviously not weak, those who caused radiation scars to the jungle. Mostly a corpse, and a moment ago, these were blocked in front of the runaway.

"It’s hard to be ruthless and ruthless, it’s a personal talent."

Zhang Fan applauded, as for the old-fashioned Hengqiu that naturally appeared in the tone, it was completely unnoticed.

He has this qualification.

With spiritual sense swept away, he knows everything. No matter which side he chases, he is nothing but Core Formation. His evaluation is not too big.

Once upon a time, the life-and-death fight of the Core Formation level was nothing more than a child's play in his eyes, and he didn't attract much interest at all. If he didn't want to take the opportunity to look at the situation on the island, he didn't even want to lift his eyelids.

Sometimes, both sides of the escape did not notice the existence of Zhang Fan and approached quickly.

Just at this moment, Zhang Fan suddenly let out a hum, and straightened up suddenly.

At that moment, no fewer than six or seven of the killers fell to the ground at the same time, almost no difference.

This hand, caused by the same order cultivator, is amazing.

However, what makes Zhang Fan's indifferent attitude suddenly disappear is not this strength. When he was Core Formation Stage, he already competed with Nascent Soul, and naturally he did not take the other side's performance into consideration.

What makes him care is that at that moment, the breath burst out.

"dharma idol!"

The look of Zhang Fan suddenly became solemn.

In his real life as Dharma Idol Sect Nascent Soul, the experience of the Cosmic Orbit of the Stars Chart finger master, the first time, he judged the breath that broke out, which originated from dharma idol.

"How can there be Dharma Idol Sect disciples on Kurong Island?"

As soon as this question appeared, he couldn’t sit still. How can I say that there are expert in Dharma Idol Sect? It’s too much to sit in front of the disciples.

In an instant, his spiritual sense burst out after changing his attitude of self-reliance, and swept through the radius, trying to penetrate everything, and put the simultaneously of the chasing and fleeing parties under control.

"Huh?"

"It turned out to be him!"

The look of Zhang Fan. Suddenly stagnation, a strange color appeared on his face.

The obvious change is that the bulls beside him are aware of it, and the eyes of the bull are full of surprises.

He doesn’t think there are any good things about a few Core Formation cultivator playhouses, but the bulls who abide by the mount guidelines still don’t say a word. Under the boredom, they squatted to the side honestly.

Zhang Fan had no time to control him, shook his head and smiled, and said to himself: "It's an old friend again, this world is really small!"

"Small what is small, Lao Niu feels too big!"

The barbarian turned his bullseye. Naturally, he didn’t dare to come up with it. He nibbled at the yellow grass in front of him, and it was tasteless.

At this time, with the sound of "boom", the earth and rocks were flying, the broken wood exploded, and the dense forest in front of Zhang Fan and the barbarian was instantly crushed by powerful forces, and a young man in Tsing Yi sprang out of it.

Behind him, several cultivators wearing yellowish clothes fell on their backs, as if all their strength had been pumped away and all their support had been lost.

At the same time, several green lights floated out of them, like a tired bird returning to the forest, and cast on the Tsing Yi person who jumped out first.

"It really is him!"

The Zhang Fan's face suddenly showed a nostalgic smile. At this moment, time seems to be back to more than a hundred years ago. The turning point of his life is the most emotional scene.

Broken soil and wood chips, under the powerful force, seem to be countless daggers arrow. At this moment, the sky is overwhelming, and it is about to be submerged~IndoMTL.com~ For this, Zhang Fan is unconscious However, the barbarian stared at the bull's eyes incomprehensible, and an invisible barrier emerged suddenly, stopping everything.

This is not a divine ability, but it is an absolute suppression of power, which cannot be violated by the subordinates.

This, at the same time, was also noticed by the Tsing Yi man. He was horrified, and stopped suddenly.

The yellow men who came from behind did not find this. Dozens of them swarmed out. When an old man had to send out all his hair, he shouted: "Han Lao Mo you are dead, don’t kill today. You, the old man is ashamed of the younger brother in the spirit of heaven!"

Behind him, the people in yellow also shouted, and dozens of pieces of magical treasure floated up. Seeing that next moment was about to turn into a storm, tearing everything apart.

At this time, the Tsing Yi people were stunned, looking blankly at Zhang Fan, eyes full of complexity.

"junior brother Han, I haven’t seen it in years, don’t come without any problems?"

Zhang Fan also turned a blind eye to those who were in yellow and smiled slightly.