Immortal Road of the Dharma Idol Chapter 404: Scarlet Token, Famine Word 12
"Drag him to death!"
Three days and three nights, sleepless, fighting and retreating, finally dragged this strong enemy to life and death, feeling that the air was rippling unwillingly, Zhang Fan slowly softened, fell to the ground, and a face appeared He smiled incomparably.
In addition to Ni Sang’s regret and unwillingness in the lakeside air at this time, there is also an angry, powerful idea roaring directly in the soul. Suddenly go away!
Eight-armed demon!
Obviously, this demon god’s distraction is that he hates him. Anyone who has been played like a monkey for three days and three nights, and has no chance to retaliate will be crazy. .
Feeling this idea, the deeper the smile on Zhang Fan's face, he never paid attention to it.
How about the Archaic Demon God, without Ni Sang's sacrifice guide, could he still cross the limits of the two realms and come to chase and kill? Don't even think about it. If he wants to retaliate, he will wait until Zhang Fan is in the same circle as him!
At that time, since Zhang Fan is already standing in front of him majesticly, would he be afraid of him? This majestic devil is destined to be depressed.
It fell softly to the ground. It took a long time for Zhang Fan to recover a little, and looked up to the ground in front.
There is a mess of bloodcoats, and their owners have long been scattered with the wind. Only these things remain to witness the once powerful existence. These bloodcoats naturally didn't interest him. What Zhang Fan cares about is Ni Sang’s two remains
A long way from his hand, two things as bright as blood flew up and fell in front of him.
Two things, one big and one small, the big one is bright and dripping, as if formed by the condensation of countless blood, with a **** breath. Apart from smoking, it is a sacrificial altar that emerges from the sacrifice and struggle, and the spiritual idea of the heaven's life is unreasonable!
It is different from the altar even if it is narrowed to the limit, and then it is half a person tall. The other thing is much smaller, but the size of the palm.
It's a token-shaped thing. Put the altar aside first, and Zhang Fan takes the token into his hand.
"Huh?!"
With a quick glance, Zhang Fan couldn't help being surprised, and the casual attitude changed.
I don’t know when Great Sun Precious Mirror floats; it stands behind his head. A powerful spiritual sense was also released, wrapped around the token, obviously. The bitter people also showed that this token is not right.
The material of the token and the altar seems to be the same, except that it has not been stained with blood for countless years, and it seems not so bright, but it is still a blood red.
There is not too much decoration on the token. Only the front and back sides are engraved with patterns.
The pattern on the front is very simple, with only a few strokes and three large characters:
"Famine Twelve.
As soon as they saw these three characters, Dofan understood that these ten were a piece of identity token, but he didn’t know whether it was Ni Sang’s identity or this. The identity of the old village.
From Ni Sang’s only words, we can see that there are definitely more than one sacred people, at least there is a so-called sacred place.
This answer was answered immediately after turning over the back of the token.
"Reverse the universe and restore the original text"
What is portrayed above is what makes Zhang Fan and the bitter people awe-inspiring.
The first half, dense handwriting; from the choice of sacrifice to chant magical technique, step by step into the gang" is extremely detailed, all about cultivation and the method of use of the "reverse Qiankun" witchcraft.
Although there is no deliberate research, it can be known from the description between the lines that the basic requirement for the implementation of this witchcraft is an altar that has been used for tens of thousands of years and has reached the standard of the holy weapon, and a beast treasure.
In the lower half of the token, there is a scene outlined by a few strokes.
The scene is not complicated. But it was an altar, a beast treasure, and a demon like a half-human and half-beast roared up in the sky. The sky above was covered with clouds and mist, and the pavilions and towers appeared, like a heavenly scene.
Ancient Heaven Court, but the world of demon gods, this scene at the moment, portrays the fear of the ancient times, the family of the survivors drives the demon **** to contend with the demon gods, intending to truly grasp the scene of their destiny!
After a closer look, Zhang Fan pondered less. Slowly put down the token.
From the above, he can easily judge that this token is the tenth. The "Holy Land" specializes in disciple for all the villages of the survivors, or the elders of expert, the oldest among the survivors.
One is to indicate identity, and the other is to teach "reverse the universe. The witchcraft is out. It seems that the role of this witchcraft is much more important than Zhang Fan imagined." As he meditated, the voice of the bitter Taoist rang out .
Zi, it seems that the strength of these mice is much stronger than expected! "
Zhang Fan hearing this nodded, "Huangxiu" on the looks at token: the word was silent.
It seems that these three words are clearly numbers, no matter the number of the elders or the number of the village, there is no difference. What is afraid is that the word "barren" stands for "heaven and earth xuanhuang, cosmic flood" "Famine" then the influence of the saint's survivors, far beyond his imagination.
Thinking a little bit, and suddenly laughed. …Introduce the location of the villages of the Zhuozhui village and the method of foreign affairs. "Lang Xiong" Anmin really showed his strength, I don't know how long it will be!
Even if it really came that day, the sky collapsed and there was a high top, and what mattered to him, those Nascent Soul grotesques with their own underground cultivation world had to worry about.
After such a long break. After a little recovery, Zhang Fan suddenly stood up, gathered the altar and tokens, summoned Mo Ling on a step chair, and flew directly to somewhere in the ghost forest.
In truth, there are still some clues about small things. For example, the women and children in the tribe of the survivors are still looking forward to their family’s return. Although Zhang Fan does not want to embarrass them, it is also impossible to let the tiger return to the mountain Those surviving sorcerers in their sleeves, let them experience the taste of "sun and moon in the pot"!
Sometimes. Maybe it will come in handy too!
Ghost shadows smeared over the sky, cheerful cries, Pang Fu's shadow swept across, and no trace was seen.
The band at the edge of the ghost forest. A petite figure leaned against a large tree, looking at the sky from time to time, his eyes full of anticipation.
Go home! It is precisely under the guidance of the Zhang Fan jade piece that he awaited his return early.
Now this little girl. Compared with three days ago, it looked like two people. The dirt on his face was washed away, revealing a clean face, clear eyebrows, and flexible eyes. It was completely like a lovely girl next door.
Three days ago, the whole ghost forest suddenly came to life, and the horrible phantom shrouded it like a cage created today to block everything.
Since then, all kinds of violent voices, madness and tyranny have spread, bursts of roar, like thunder. Almost spread the whole ghost forest.
At that moment, Gui'er was terrified. I don't know what happened. Fortunately, after three days of trembling, things finally changed.
In a reply three days later, the ghost-yin forest that had been noisy for several days suddenly calmed down, and then the phantom that enveloped the whole ghost-yin forest suddenly collapsed, and the shimmer of the Yuan magnetic cloud layer penetrated again and again, giving everything They are covered with a layer of cold luster.
There is no reason, Gui'er thought of that in his heart, the figure of Xuanyi, and when he thought of him again, his heart was full of expectations.
"Quak quack
A whining voice came from the sky, looking up, Bai Jing's face was like a flower blooming.
Half a month later, Fire Crow's Xuanyi figure walked on one shoulder on the bustling streets of Broken Town.
It’s been almost a month since the past, and there seems to be no change in the broken mountain city. From the look of the cultivator on the street, which is still wide-robed and big-sleeved, you can see that the broken mountain city is almost vacuum. , Not known. During this time, no big things happened.
Before reaching this broken mountain city. Zhang Fan first went to Hehuan City, handed Gui'er to Xu Fan's hands and asked him to arrange everything. Then drifted away.
At that time, looks at Guier was full of joy and curiosity about everything, and Zhang Fan not at all asked if she had changed her idea of going back to the tribe one day.
He doesn’t want to know the answer.
"Nianqin said the mother-in-law, it’s very good, but Gui'er still wants to go back to the tribe
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Speaking of this sentence that day. The coexistence of longing and stubbornness on Gui'er's face was the reason why Zhang Fan intentionally helped her, now. He did not want to destroy this impression, so let everything be given to time to prove it!
Xuan Yi body Su Xiao seems slow and fast. Seemingly leisurely, but in a blink of an eye, it disappeared.
No matter how smooth the journey is, neither the guards in the inner city of Poshan City nor the servant disciples of the Xuanyin Sect have ever meant to stop him. Everything is different from a month ago.
Presumably, after this time. What he did that day has been spread, and his appearance is remembered by everyone. In such a situation, if you dare to stop it, it is really courageous.
Yes.
Zhang Fan is also happy, but for a moment, a familiar place appeared in front of him.
Purple rhythm and flower clusters are all over ~IndoMTL.com~ The quiet fragrance, bright colors, and the corner of the stone house that can be seen vaguely among the flowers.
Netherstone House!
I see this stone house. Zhang Fan stepped back a little, and he couldn't help it.
"Are you late?"
After a battle with Ni Sang, after all, it was a delay, and it really counted, from the January limit judged by Hanyue. But only three or five days left.
Take a deep breath and clear up the effort, Zhang Fan stepped out in one step and disappeared into the flowers. A few, flashing, appeared outside the stone house, and looked up, everything seemed to be the same as the day, but the roof was repaired when he was destroyed by him. And at the door, a figure with a sword on his knees. Sitting still, he was standing in front of the stone house.
"Extinction?!"
"What is she doing here?
Zhang Fan stopped a little bit. Frowning and looking away.
ps: First, sleep until the afternoon" (to be continued)