Immortal Road of the Dharma Idol Chapter 304: Black robe to kill, stone forest around valley
Chapter 304 Extermination Black Robe, Stone Valley around the Valley (eighth, ask for a recommendation)
Zhang Fan's tone is indifferent. He doesn't even look at him, as if he were an ant, and he can be trampled to death.
That feeling. It's like saying frankly, you are dead, if you don't do it immediately, you won't even have the chance of take action. There is no extra emotion in it, only naked contempt.
"What?"
Black robe cultivator could hardly believe his ears, and then he smiled angrily:
"Okay, okay."
"Grandpa wants to see, what is your kid's skill, and dare to speak wildly."
The voice network is down. He completely put Wu Leizong's light cultivator this year behind him, grinning and laughing, the bone-bone flags in his hands were waving, and at the same time, the scattered ghosts were suddenly surrounded by orders Come up.
"Hundred Ghosts Night Walk, Souls and Demon!"
"Chi!"
Countless ghosts. The fierce white bone streamer, between the two, seems to be connected by an invisible Yin line, and at once, like a line puppet, flying in chaos with the movement of the black robe cultivator.
Bumping and merging with each other, countless weird shapes, ugly and ugly images of wild beasts and demons have been transformed. All kinds of eerie voices instantly filled the hundreds of feet around the fan
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"Haunted Demon?"
"A bit interesting!"
Zhang Fan not only did not see any panic, but observed with interest.
This shadow ghost is a little bit like the shadow of the former cloud monster, but it is obviously a step further. Although the same is full of internal ghosts, they exist independently, as they are now. Everything is fused together.
In an instant, between the squares of the area, it seemed to the outside world that if it was a black ball, the turbulent waves were all grim wild beasts and ghosts.
Dumpy cultivator. Touching the bright bald head, he slowly retreated from it.
He doesn’t want to get involved. Zhang Fan’s enthusiasm here shows that his strength is not weak, and the black robe cultivator uses a trick, as you can imagine. And in the middle. It would be too unwise.
If you are accidentally affected, it will be completely wronged.
After he quit. Fang stood still, not far away, at most ten feet away, a young man with oily noodles also retreated outside the eerie area, and the probe looked inwardly.
"This person"
The chunky cultivator shook his head, quite a bit distraught.
This is not good. One is to treat him as a person, and the other is to be unwise.
The two players in the field are fighting now. If the black robe cultivator is small, he still can’t let him go. If he wins Zhang Fan, he will be able to escape and leave his top tank. The impression on him is definitely not much better. It's no surprise that he met him with a grumpy temper and killed him.
After a little attention, he no longer looked at this person. The short cultivator gaze returned to the overcast area.
"Ji!"
Boy. Grandpa Ghost died to you. "
But for a moment. The magical technique of the black robe cultivator has been prepared, especially since Zhang Fan did not make any response from the beginning to the end, or did not defend or attack Xiaoyi, the smile on his face became even more grim, and licking his lips, Full of bloodthirsty taste.
Almost can't stand it any longer. The ghost in his eyes grew stronger, and he held his hands on the white bone streamers, shaking them violently.
"Dead!"
With his movements, all the ghosts, ghosts, all kinds of wild beasts and ghosts, simultaneously pounced, and instantly drowned Zhang Fan.
"Eh!"
The sound of suspense came from outside the yin area.
"How come
The Daoist in black robe looked at the scene in disbelief, shaking his hands holding the bone bone streamers.
The ghost ghost. Layered on top of each other, the expectant screams screamed. But it didn't come out of it. The imaginary scene of splitting the body and eating did not appear. Instead, it was a white-boned flag streamer that was both white and black, and slowly probed out.
Shake slightly. Rolling its countless mist, all the sky is broken, and at the same time an unremarkable vortex emerges from the flag streamer.
At the moment when the vortex appeared, the infinitely terrifying adsorption power burst out. All the ghosts, ghosts, wild beasts and ghosts, everything, as long as they are composed of yin, can’t resist, and they are pulled into the flag stream. Among.
But blink skill. Not only these ghosts, but also the yin qi densely spread within a few hundred feet, was swept away, and the entire area was suddenly cleared.
"Netherworld Bone Stream!"
"How can you have a ghostly white streamer
The screaming of screams came out of the mouth of the black robe cultivator. The kind of unwillingness and unbelievable please show it.
He is also a bone disciple anyway. He naturally recognizes this top rank spirit item. The problem is that this treasure should be in the hands of the grandson who is beloved by the bone prince. He was taken to the surface.
He never had the chance to ask again. The bone-bone streamer in his hand, which was still in the wind and rain a moment ago, was grayed out in vain, but all the yin and yin spirits were exhausted, and it became a waste.
"You don’t need to know!"
A long voice came out of the mouth of Zhang Fan, and then a burst of purple electricity burst into a sudden burst.
"You
There is no time for reaction. The black robe cultivator can only see a flash of electric light, and a phantom emerges, and the head down bottle comes, already
"Ah!"
With a strange cry, he blocked the bony streamer from his chest as quickly as possible. Just after doing this, he felt a flower in front of him. Suddenly, there was a sudden pain in the chest.
Pull up your last effort. Looking down, it became clear that a fist-sized burnt black hole appeared on his chest. Faintly, there was also the sound of skin roasting from it.
That kind of empty chest. The feeling of something missing in the body is his last consciousness.
A bang!" The almost skeleton-like body lowered weakly, but the dust stirred slightly, and there was no more movement.
Whether it’s chunky cultivator or the mean young cultivator, it’s been silent for a while
Come on.
"Good, great!"
Slightly short, Humpy cultivator touched his head and sighed.
A moment ago, the majestic black robe cultivator was killed by one strike. If he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, he couldn’t believe it. In Foundation Establishment Stage, someone could be as powerful as this.
degrees.
Different from their inexplicable feeling, Zhang Fan's face owes even a little extra expression, but it is just a trick to take the cosmos bag of the purple electric cone and the black robe cultivator into their hands.
The result was already clear before take action.
If you change the cultivator of other Foundation Establishment middle stage, you may need a little more effort and trouble, but this black robe cultivator is a white bone doorman, and it hit the gun.
The ghost bone bone streamer, top rank spirit item that specializes in all ghosts and ghosts, is just the opponent’s nemesis, plus the scary attack power of the purple electric cone. This result is normal.
Not even Nine Fires Flame Dragon Pearl and Wan Jiantu have ever appeared, just relying on these two kinds of spirit item is enough.
How can an opponent of this level keep Zhang Fan at heart.
Your leisurely put two things in his arms, he slowly turned around, facing the chunky cultivator and the disciple of Wu Leizong. Tao: "Under Zhang Fan, I am glad to meet the two fellow daoist.
"Li Chun, have seen fellow daoist Zhang."
"Wu Leizong, Feng Zi has seen fellow daoist."
Having seen the strength of Zhang Fan, the two of them did not dare to neglect and quickly returned to sign up.
Xiao Fengzi’s old problems just happened again. He looked suspiciously and asked: "But fellow daoist is my city man?"
"Why haven't I seen you?"
With the strength that Zhang Fan just showed, it is unlikely to be an unknown person. He suddenly thought of the outsider.
Beside Li Chun sighed, "I can't change my life" and couldn't help but wanted to touch his bare brain
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Zhang Fan secretly angrily. The heart said that this person is really superficial, life and death are only between the thoughts of others, where is the origin?
"Elder outer sect of the Hehuan Sect."
Zhang Fan doesn't say much about Xiao Xiaodao.
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Feng Zizeng's face flashed with a trace of disdain, and then he seemed to think of something, and a smile appeared on his face. To the point that no unpleasant words were said, maybe. It is to see how the Hehuan Sect belongs to the power of Poshan City!
Almost all his ideas are written on his face. Zhang Fan and Li Chun shook their heads at the same time. I don't know what to say.
At first sight, Li Chun quickly said, "fellow daoist Zhang, are you also entrusted by the Yan family?"
"Come and kill the soul-bearing beast?"
"Good!"
"Haha, don’t we have no chance?"
"divine ability of fellow daoist. Really admirable!"
When saying these things. Li Chun's eyes are full of sincerity, and at a glance he knows that he is from the heart, the opposite of him. Feng Zi used to make a chuckle almost at the end of Li Chun's talk.
Zhang Fan is not too modest. Slightly smiled: "It depends on the ability!"
As he said, he nodded to Li Can. He still liked the person very much. Judging from his previous actions, he was a kind man. It is worth knowing.
As for Feng Zi Zeng. Naturally, he was left behind, and he only withdrew from the battle on his own, and even the person who replaced him was not willing to skim the battle, and he knew what his virtue was.
Or Zhang Fan has never done unnecessary killing, otherwise he would have nothing to kill.
After that, I chatted a few words. Li Chun suddenly looked up at the sky and said, "It's almost time!"
After a few hours of torrential rain pouring down~IndoMTL.com~The rain of metamagnetism is gradually dripping, and it is no longer a posture to drown the whole world.
After experiencing it once, Zhang Fan understands in his heart that this rain will soon become catkins-like things, which can hardly be felt. The heavy rain in the strict sense is considered to be over since then.
It’s so small. Whether it’s Zhang Fan, or the other two, they all look at the ring valley behind them.
There are countless black boulders all over the place.
These boulders are as thin as trees, rising up from the ground, and the dark and dark sky is like a lush forest. Naturally generated wonders.
Just when the clouds are closed and the rain is scattered. In the depths of the stone forest, the sound of gnawed bites came out
ps: Today's eighth worse two chapters. The goal is to complete the ten chapters of Rigeng, but my wrist is so sour. Why is it so sour?
Khan, keep working hard. Brothers, recommended ticket, recommended ticket, thanks for supporting the exchange (to be continued)