Immortal Road of the Dharma Idol Chapter 815: 　The fire is not extinguished, the sky is not yet complete

"Bitter old....Bitter old..."

I don’t know when Zhang Fan’s body returned to control. When I reached take action for the first time, I only caught a ray of air, and looks at was there. The breath that accompanied me for a hundred years suddenly faded, as if dissipated in the wind. general.

I am at a loss and am at a loss.

Hundreds of people have been around for a hundred years. Using his knowledge and experience, he is like a master, and like a year-end friend, the bitter person who walks around with him is in fashion and unconscious. Once he disperses, that kind of feeling like the world is falling apart, The suffocated palpitations drowned Zhang Fan like a tide and stood still.

At this very moment, the afterglow of Zhang Fan's eyes seemed to catch a glimpse of a glimmer of soil, the jackals were faint and shimmering, jumping into the eyes and falling like a meteor.

"Nine serials of hatred!"

"Yuan Tianxin!"

The anger, grief and anger, the flame that seemed to be real, ignited from the heart of Zhang Fan, burning the spirit, violently biting the tip of the tongue, the pain suddenly released him from the daze, and his eyes regained firmness.

"Fate to come!"

Blancing loudly, the palm that has been standing on the chest, Yuan Yunyun haze, launched suddenly.

Yunzhuan!

Completion of cloud fog symbols, the sky spirit qi converged, as if the heart of Zhang Fan is burning out, turned into a bird cry, and was born on the tenth, destroying the world power.

This time, the divine ability and spirit strength stored in the cloud urn are influenced by Yun Zhizheng. Therefore, although Zhang Fan is exhausted and almost desperate, it does not hinder this style of tenth glory, as previously Yuan Yaoxin take action Hate to nine chains in general, suddenly, without warning.

"Bang~"

Ten days of rotation, one after another, seemingly like a blazing red pearl, came out in succession, bombarded on the figure of earth that fell from the sky.

Ten days of brilliance, the world is scorching, this time Zhang Fan did not show like this, but in a whine, attracted Golden Crow dharma idol, driving ten days, rushing directly to the nine chains of hate.

The strongest power, the shortest priest. "Booming" seemed to be thundering in the sky, and it was like an angry earthquake.

In the sky, there is really a red thunder light chopped, it is the flame that pulls the ground light, and it dyes the sky clouds; the earth is also split in the rage, and the cracks that grow thousands of feet, devouring the soil and trees on both sides, like a head that can never be Filled monsters in general.

"Poof"

Two blood rains spilled into the air.

One is Zhang Fan, the oil lamp is exhausted to drive and hurt, and the other is wounded; one is Yuan Tianxin, which was originally thrown away. The nine chains of hatred and land have been destroyed, and its defense is not worth mentioning. Qingmengmeng, with the heavy brilliance, emerged, and the whole plant of Nepenthes was afraid that it would be swallowed into the air by the tenth day. It is not as simple as vomiting blood.

This one strike is not only Zhang Fan's subconscious anger, but also like breaking the solidification of time, making a loud noise, more than ten streamers flashed through, half of them fell near Zhang Fan, the meaning of protection; half of them were around Yuan Tianxin , Meaning surrounded.

"Donghua, are you okay?"

Feng Jiuling’s face, the colors of ecstasy and surprise showed no connection. For a moment, he really thought that Zhang Fan was dead, and he couldn’t believe that he could even tie the Hate to Jiulian. He was even seriously injured.

Feng Jiuling's voice, the sound is in the ear, but when I heard it at Zhang Fan, I felt like I was talking in another world, but it came by accident and had nothing to do with myself.

Suddenly staggering, Zhang Fan was about to fall to the ground. It was at this time that a pair of gentle palms behind his back was held up, and then the entire back seemed to lean into a soft embrace.

He didn't realize it, but he flipped his hands desperately, and there was something in between.

On the left hand, it is dim and a red light dot. This firelight looks like a little faint spark, or there is a chance to start a prairie fire, but before that, it can only be extinguished with a grasp;

On the right hand, there is frost white as snow, a round bead. The bead, snow-white to the extreme, without a little dirt, seems to be the highest snow on the highest mountain, which will not change for hundreds of millions of years.

The eyes of Zhang Fan and spiritual sense simultaneously are cast on the white beads in the right hand, as if there is something on it that cannot be discarded.

I don’t know whether it was struck by his eyes, or by spiritual sense. At the core of the white bead, a little red light loomed, weaker than the fireflies in the night sky. If you didn’t pay attention, you would ignore the past.

Uh? Ding’

Seeing this white bead, seeing the sparkle flashing like an illusion, the Nangong Wuwang on the side frowned slightly, as if there was a familiar feeling, but he couldn’t grasp it. His eyes turned to Yuan Tian's heart, which was a series of nine hatreds.

He will naturally feel the wish!

…Jiuhuohua dragon pearl!

This pale white bead is the former Nine Fires Flame Dragon Pearl, but now the source of the fire is scattered, scattered, condensed, unrecognizable, and the atmosphere has changed greatly. No one can recognize him unless he is determined in his heart.

"Call"

let out a long breath, Zhang Fan are instantly sweating and soaking wet.

These cold sweats seemed to take away the accumulation of depression and oppressive blood in his heart, and all his blankness was taken away. His eyes reappeared with clarity, and even there was a ecstasy, even his body was shaking.

"Bitter old, are you still there? Are you still here...

spiritual sense was transmitted directly into Nine Fires Flame Dragon Pearl. I don’t know if it was actually heard. It was still stirred by spiritual sense. In a trance, the ignition star at the core moved a little, and a faint breath came out.

Just abruptly, Zhang Fan held Jiu Huo Ting dragon pearl tightly in his hand, with great force, as if to pass it through his palm and press it directly into his own.

"Bitter old breath, he is still alive!"

Even if it is weak, it is impossible to hide Zhang Fan, the owner of Nine Fires Flame Dragon Pearl, who has known each other for centuries.

In ecstasy, the whole person seemed to be resurrected, and his brain turned again, and all thoughts flooded.

Nine Fires Flame Dragon Pearl, the reason why it looks like this is definitely not that the ascetic has forced out all of his power, that is something that is impossible.

Nine Fires Flame Dragon Pearl is where the essence of Taikoo flame dragon is gathered, not to mention bitter people, even Spirit Transformation Daojun, there may not be a means to do so.

Think about it. After a lot of firepower was forced out, dragon pearl was spiritual and instinctively self-protected, and the remaining power mules shrank into the core.

This was the reveal of the treasure's spirituality. At that critical moment, divine soul, who kept the bitter people, did not leave, and was included together.

elder brother Zhang wants to laugh violently, but also remembers the bitter sacrifice of the bitter people, and can’t laugh; want pain, self-blame, but there are ways to save, have the opportunity to let it break, and resurrect the world, not to surrender. when.

For a time, his face was mixed and weird.

More than a dozen Nascent Soul real people in the field, almost everyone's eyes have paid attention to the situation of Zhang Fan. When they took out Nine Fires Flame Dragon Pearl, most of them showed a sudden enlightenment.

In their view, Zhang Fan was the power that ignited some strange treasures at the critical moment, which not only escaped from the nine chains of hatred, but also hit it hard.

Now the performance is like this, but for the destruction of different treasures.

This is a rare treasure that reverses the world and makes people more powerful, so everyone is quite good

For understanding.

If Zhang Fan knew what they thought, they really didn’t know whether to cry or to laugh.

However, he didn't have time to think about it anymore. He reacted in an instant, his palm turned, and the Nine Fires Flame Dragon Pearl was hidden in his sleeve. He was relieved since then.

Nine Fires Flame Dragon Pearl, there is no room for loss. If it is not, there is really nothing to be saved.

At the same time, Zhang Fan's eyes are magnificent, pushing forward, and Yuan Tianxin, surrounded by multiple Nascent Soul real people in front, looks at him without fear, and then tightens his left hand, keeping that point in his hand. , The faintly burning spark shattered.

"Boom"

A powerful and familiar spiritual sense, a sound that has been heard for more than a century, rushed into his, echoed in his mind card.

"Boy, am I dead?"

"A hundred deaths, if not dead..."

The bitter man’s voice paused for a while, seeming to be brewing, and finally turned into a hoarse scream, as if his throat was torn apart:

"Remember to save me~ Get a good body for the old man directly, don't need a girl, I'm fed up with the old man."

Listening in my ears, a walk around the floor immediately appeared in the Zhang Fan’s mind, chattering

Old man figure.

"Have you heard?"

In the eyes of Zhang Fan, there was suddenly a touch of warmth, and he responded with a low voice: "I heard it."

It doesn’t matter if the bitter person does, it is impossible to hear his answer.

This spark, at the last moment, is condensed by a bit of spiritual sense from the bitter person. With his last words, if he died, it was a last word, and if he survived, it would be a ding.

"Boy, I want to tell you, old man, I was wrong."

Boundlessly regretful, deeply regretful, extremely heavy, and in the voice, the sound of bitterness is audible

Sigh.

"Heaven is still incomplete, he is still incomplete, knowing this is so, but the old man, I am encouraging you to ask for everything

Today's disaster is my fault. "

Zhang Fan was silent for a while, and his voice echoed in his ears. After a while, he just said to himself: "No, it’s my fault!"

Yao is not complete yet, is it ridiculous?

One hundred years ago, when Zhang Fan was still a small cultivator of Qi Refining Stage~IndoMTL.com~ was willing to give up, and would rather give up a Nascent Soul level puppet in the future, and break up the corpses and condense the greed and insane three Nascent Demon , Get a temporary benefit.

Similar situation, the same choice, never twice.

It is this seemingly rat-like means. This kind of willingness allows him to increase his strength little by little, and he has come to today step by step.

After the second Nascent Soul is condensed, he has the strength of Nascent Soul level, and even the ordinary Nascent Soul real person is not necessarily his opponent. Under the circumstances of this forest, Zhang Fan was lost. He forgot that he was just an ordinary person, a cultivator who stumbled on the rugged fairy road and climbed step by step.

I don’t know when, that kind of non-stop, don’t want anything, desperate to strengthen the strength, in order to seek self-preservation, was unknowingly replaced by the heart of perfection.

"It's my fault!"

Zhang Fan clenched his fists, blood, dripping down.

Yes, he felt the opportunity. The opportunity for him to wait for decades is at hand, but the price is too heavy, and it is only a little bit, it is a lifetime regret!