Immortal Road of the Dharma Idol Chapter 265: Is it raw, or…

There is a playful smile on Zhang Fan's face. I don't want to be at this time and place, but I'm still an old man who is fighting with Yin Soul.

"Han stiff!"

The Tsing Yi cultivator in front of you is Han Han who was unable to kneel before Dharma Idol Sect mountain gate.

But today, he is different. The poor man who was once not optimistic about anyone, and almost hopeless cultivation, is now a dazzling Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Yes, on the battlefield of Tianzhu Mountain not long ago. Han Dao, still the pinnacle of Qi Refining Stage, actually succeeded in Foundation Establishment in such a short time.

There are no outsiders present, the cold breath on Han Stiff is fuller, and there is no chill of ice. But it seems even more indifferent, as if in a large world, except for grand way, nothing can attract his attention.

Not to mention, the ghosts staring at you.

With Han Ting’s cultivation base, which was just Foundation Establishment, it should be quite difficult to deal with these ghosts, but looking at his expression reaction, it is like a bamboo in the chest.

"Dumb"

Screaming loudly, coming out of a slightly solidified soul, and then all the spirits gathered and scattered, and stepped forward. Obviously, although they have some wisdom, they are not as good as people. Their patience was exhausted.

Seeing them rush, Han Shi's face flashed a sneer, followed by a burst of momentum.

In an instant, in the air between the entire area, a feeling of coolness and humidity emerged for no reason, and the spring thunder exploded, everything recovered, and a huge phantom slowly rose behind Han stiffness.

At the beginning, it didn’t look real, but for a moment. The condensed shape stretches like a giant umbrella, covering the Han stiffness under it.

"Mushroom concubine!"

Zhang Fan was stunned. Although I had long guessed that Han Zongneng could have entered now, it must be like him. There is a dharma idol underestimated by everyone.

At that time, Uncle-master Kang of the Morning Star Hall Tibetan Classics Pavilion once said that Han Dao was even worse than him. That is to say, he may not even get the most basic dharma idol spirit art.

It can be seen how remote this dharma idol is. In tens of thousands of years, no decent guy has ever obtained it.

For a while, skill, the mushroom-shaped dharma idol has covered the sky and the sun is spreading, and it can’t penetrate into the slightest point.

Under the shadow, a indifferent voice came out:

"Bulk."

It’s a simple word, but it’s like a gust of wind. The huge mushroom dharma idol shakes violently, and countless green light dot escapes, like a star, spreading everywhere.

"Ah

It sounds like a human scream, coming out of the ghost group.

The ghosts attached to the green dots, one by one, seemed to be printed on a soldering iron. In addition to the screams, there were countless yin qi rising, and then they seemed to shrink, and they seemed to be several times smaller.

Not all ghosts have been successful. After all, it’s not human. The feeling of sadness of rabbits and dead foxes is much lighter. They bypass the same kind of rolling around on the ground, and they cry directly into the mouth.

Han Deng did not mean to deal with it at all. It was just coldly and looks at. When the nearest ghost flew closer and less than one foot away, he sipped:

"Get up!"

The treble has not dropped, and the scene has changed dramatically.

A ghost that has been rolling on the ground before. Suddenly leaped, one holding a catty "drags the rest of the ghosts without any strokes to the ground.

Almost at the same time, Han stiffness shouted again: "Explode!"

The ghosts glowed with green light in their eyes. The spout was three feet long, and then there were more than ten bangs. There were more than a dozen holes in the ground, and the ghosts were nowhere to be seen.

"Huh?"

The Zhang Fan watching the battle suddenly stared. Gradually a little bit of insight into his dharma idol's divine ability.

Under his eyes, on the ground, countless green dots throbbed and floated up. Ruyantou Lin generally submerged into the mushrooms dharma idol, of which more than ten were obviously several times larger than other green dots , Want to come to those who cast on the ghost.

With these green dots back, Mujia dharma idol seemed to burp, trembling, and disappeared slowly.

"Good divine ability!"

"This dharma idol is quite good!"

The voice of the bitter person suddenly sounded, obviously he also saw the door.

"However,"

"A lot worse than your kid’s three-legged Golden Crow."

"I really don’t know what monster beast is, but it can be utilize Solar Golden Flame."

"How could there be no record of such a horrible monster beast?"

Speaking of the later, the bitter people's voice is also full of inexplicable meaning.

Zhang Fan smiled, this question is not unacceptable. Presumably when it was too old, it was almost three-legged Golden Crow nicknamed by the sun. Somehow it disappeared into the long river of history, so that the later generations of cultivator have never heard of it. The Nascent Soul boss is no exception.

This question is of no benefit to thinking, I am afraid it will be left for the future.

Zhang Fan is a little thoughtful, so I don’t think much about it. Instead, he continued to watch the mushroom dharma idol that was gradually sinking into Han's head.

This dharma idol is indeed extraordinary, although it is still far inferior to three-legged Golden Crow, and can be matched with Han stiffness. It just happened to complement each other, just to make up for his shortcomings on aptitude.

The recycled green dots show something back to the building. I don’t know what it is, but it may be related to divine soul and the old subclasses. dharma idol and cultivator are complementary to each other. If they accumulate to a certain degree, they will inevitably feed Han Han back. This is also what he can do repeatedly. The reason for raising cultivation base.

Han Fake put away dharma idol, a green flash on his face. Immediately relaxed, just about to start, suddenly froze.

As if stiffened, he slowly turned around and looked alertly at where Zhang Fan was.

This time Zhang Fan is just asking for news, and what not at all is going to do, there is no time to delay. As a result, there is no mask to breathe. Now that the battle is over, Han Dao naturally feels abnormal.

"senior brother Zhang!"

The Korean holiday is not far away. In the dense forest cover, the Zhang Fan slowly stepping out can't help but bitterly.

"junior brother Han, don’t come back again!"

"We have not congratulated our brother Foundation Establishment for his success!"

Zhang Fan smiled slightly and nodded.

Han Fake's eyes flickered. His palms were loose and he seemed to hesitate.

"How?"

In the eyes of Zhang Fan, Han Mang flashed and said, "Will junior brother Han still want to kill his brother to kill his mouth?"

When speaking, a touch of blood-red color appeared in the hole, but the agitated, blood-thirsty mood was outside.

The non-fake dharma idol is very special. If it is known, I am afraid that it has been spread all over the whole small Dharma Idol Sect, but Zhang Fan has never heard similar news. Obviously, his secret skill is doing well.

Something like killing people and killing your mouth, don’t miss it!

But if you dare to pay attention to Zhang Fan. It was really dead, and he was breathing out of depression at this time.

After hesitating for a while, Han Zou was also aware of the strength gap between the two sides and bowed to the courtesy: "Don't dare."

"Han Yi, have seen senior brother Zhang."

"Uh!"

Zhang Fan smiled and condensed his breath, said indifferently: "Dare to ask junior brother Han, how is it in sect?"

"Fangshi

"How is it going?"

When it comes to Fangshi, Zhang Fan's voice can't help but tremble, the contradictory mood that both wants to know and is afraid of knowing is reflected.

After hearing this, Tee exhaled a long breath, and his whole body suddenly relaxed.

If Zhang Fan wanted to disappear in secret, how could his cultivation base be possible? Since there is a magnificent land in front of him, there must be a demand. Now that he hears such a simple news, he immediately feels at ease.

"senior brother Zhang, sect is all right!"

"Just

Han Yi raised his head and looked at Zhang Fan. He glanced a little at the **** anger, and immediately moved away. He continued: "It's just that the situation in Fangshi is not very good.

"It has been under siege for many days."

With his cleverness, he understood the first time. What is the real focus of Zhang Fan, so when it comes to the situation of Fangshi, I can't help but hesitate a bit and don't want to stimulate the other party.

Sure enough, his voice fell, and he heard a "boom" sound. His vision was suddenly red.

Han Fake trembles a little, but he still bears the instinct of evasion. He stays where he is, but just lifts an emerald green brilliance to cover him.

The fiery red wine is coming and going quickly. But in a flash, it dissipated.

But even the skill only burst for a while. Almost at the same time that the fiery red dissipated, the green light of Han Tie's body also collapsed. At the same time, as a severe blow, the blood and blood floating in the body could not be suppressed, and he could not help but horrified his eyes.

I can only see that Zhang Fan is breathing slightly, and a large area of ​​burnt black spreads on the ground around his body. Within a few tens of feet, it seemed to have been burned by a campfire for a whole day.

The last thought in "Darkness" is also thrown out of Jiuxiaoyun.

This strength is far from what he can compete with.

After experiencing history personally and realizing the other party’s horror, he did not dare to move a little, just waiting for Zhang Fan to recover.

After breathing for a while, Zhang Fan barely calmed down. These were already conjectured, but at this time when I heard the exact news, a grief and evil fire, I couldn’t help but take it from the bottom of my heart.

"junior brother Han, rude to my brother."

"Meet each other in the future and say goodbye again."

With a little fist, Zhang Fan turned around and walked away. The fiery red streamer passed through the parade, and the target was directed under the overwhelming shadow, which looked like a ghost town like Dharma Idol Sect Fangshi.

"senior brother Zhang!"

The net judged flying a distance of one hundred and eighty feet~IndoMTL.com~ The spiritual sense voice of Han Dao appeared beside his ear.

"The southeast corner is relatively weak, I wish my brother all success."

"Southeast corner?!"

Zhang Fan keeps in mind, looking back at the same time, is seeing a stream of emerald green, flying towards the direction of the city of Haifang.

It seems that Han Dian and Fu Chang played an idea, and they all wanted to avoid overseas.

I don’t look back anymore, but for a moment. The outline of Fang City gradually became clear.

"Grandpa, you must wait for me!"

Fang City has been under siege for many days. Is his grandfather Zhang Yuantu alive or still?

This question is fleeting in his heart, and there is no trace of it. Only the war spirit of the sky is full, and the whole body is suddenly filled with blood and boiling, just one battle!

ps: Second update (to be continued)