What kind of monster is this?" Zhang Buxuan's face was extremely white, his face was panicked, and he looked around, how did he feel, this qi and blood were more terrifying than black impermanence?

drove the tiger and devoured the wolf, and what was left behind was a tiger!

"I'm not sure. Chen Fan's face was whiter than Zhang Buxuan, "Anyway, let's leave first." Just as Chen Fan spoke, the entire ground began to shake violently.

When I first came in, it was just a small hill with a radius of a few miles, and it was expanding rapidly.

After noticing that the situation was abnormal, Chen Fan pulled Zhang Buxuan up and retreated further into the air.

The mountain, which used to be only a corner, quickly rose out of the ground, and the surrounding land was stretched apart and crumbled by the mountain that arched out of the ground.

Sure enough, there is a big change!

Chen Fan's face was shocked, no wonder there was such a huge change here, even Chen Fan himself didn't expect that under the ground, there was another mystery! What he had seen before was just a little mountain leaking outside.

The rumbling thunder was endless, and in the sky overhead, clouds and thunder converged, and large dark clouds rolled, dyeing the entire heaven and earth into a cloud of pitch black.

Chen Fan and Zhang Buxuan could only keep retreating, allowing this mountain to rise from the ground to continue to expand.

Farther away, the black impermanence that was rushing towards Buzhou Mountain, including the three flower gathering masters of Chang Sihai who had dispersed, were also alarmed by the qi surging in front of them.

Chang Sihai stopped in an instant, and stood in the air with his companions on the side.

"Could it be that the primeval murderer under the Buzhou Mountain has been released?"

At first, Chen Fan mentioned that he wanted to open the seal, saying that he wanted to release a god who could resist the impermanence of blackness, but there was still a trace of doubt in Chang Sihai's heart.

But now, looking at the surging aura in front of him, this trace of doubt has disappeared without a trace.

On the contrary, it was the Sanhua Gathering Master from the Northern Tribulation Continent beside him who stared at the turbulent place in front of him in surprise, and couldn't help but murmur, "Could it be that in this Heavenly and Human Realm, there will also be a new ancient land?"

As soon as the other party said this, Chang Sihai's heart also moved.

The existence of Buzhou Mountain is itself a mythical legend, the land of antiquity.

Now that Buzhou Mountain has reappeared, even if the god who was sealed in Buzhou Mountain is born, he will leave this ancient land.

It is not an exaggeration to call it an ancient land in a land that can last forever.

In particular, such a strong person has been suppressed here, and in addition, this swarming aura, including the sudden changes between heaven and earth, is enough to show that this Buzhou Mountain is destined to become an opportunity for the rise of the heavenly and human realms.

Chang Sihai sighed with emotion, and also turned his attention to the direction of the rise of Buzhou Mountain in the distance.

And that black impermanence was also shocked by this momentum.

But then there was another sneer, "It seems that these people, in order to deal with the deity, have indeed arranged a lot of means, the deity has to understand, on this Northern Tribulation Star, what can be the power of the strong man who can fight at all!"

In an instant, the black impermanence was full of fighting spirit.

In the face of possible challenges, Black Impermanence became even more excited.

It was originally an inconspicuous hill, but it was pulled out from under the ground, and it was a dangerous peak thousands of feet high.

Ten thousand feet high, the mountain is sharp and steep, like a sharp sword, straight into the sky.

The entire mountain foundation stretches out a space of hundreds of miles, repelling all the swamp mud and sand.

Farther away at the foot of the mountain, Chen Fan and Zhang Buxuan stared at the blood mist that was constantly circling at the foot of the mountain, their brows furrowed.

"Chen Fan, why hasn't this god sealed under the mountain have shown up yet? Could it be that the information we got is wrong? What is wrong?"

At this time, Chen Fan was also a little uncertain in his heart.

Zhang Buxuan's face was a little ugly, staring at the blood mist in the distance, "If this person comes out, instead of dealing with black impermanence, he is targeting us and others, how should I deal with it!"

I have to say that Zhang Buxuan's worry still exists.

After all, Taiyi Zhenren once reminded that unless it is absolutely necessary, you must not release this person who is not under the mountain.

But by this time, there was no room for regret.

Chen Fan stared at the blood mist at the foot of the mountain in the distance, and did not dare to stagger in the slightest.

In the blood mist, the blood qi was pervasive, and there was a faint trace of earthy yellow aura, which rolled up from the depths of the blood mist.

Seeing this scene, Chen Fan's heart moved, here!

"Bu Xuan, that god-man has come out!"

"Where?"

As Zhang Buxuan asked, in the blood mist at the foot of the mountain, a blood-colored demon shadow ten thousand feet high gradually rose, just a demon shadow, it had already shocked the heavens and the earth.

A Zen trumpet sounded slowly, "The sky is dead, the yellow sky should stand, the age is in Jiazi, and the world is auspicious!"

The voices came out, each more magnificent and louder than the other.

"The sky is dead, the yellow sky should stand, the age is in Jiazi, and the world is lucky!"

"The year is in Jiazi, and the world is auspicious......"

The terrifying voice spread throughout the entire heaven and human realm, and finally the heaven and earth quieted down, without a trace of deep inhalation, the black impermanence's face was snow-white, and he muttered, "The sky is dead, and the yellow sky should stand?"

"Such an arrogant tone, the immortals do not dare to use such words. ”

"Hahaha!"

There was a burst of wild laughter, which was deafening.

Chen Fan's expression changed, and this voice alone was enough to prove that this person was not simple.

"Where's the Yellow Turban Lux?"

A rough voice echoed between heaven and earth.

"Millions of Yellow Turban soldiers, follow me to fight the Heavenly Dao again!"

The terrifying voice was transmitted, and the world was dead silent.

"Could it be ......!!!" Zhang Buxuan was horrified, staring at the terrifying blood-colored demon shadow, his face was transparent without a trace of blood.

Whether it is this Zen number or the statement of the Yellow Turban Lux, it all points directly to a person!

Chen Fan and Zhang Buxuan glanced at each other and blurted out, "Zhang Jiao?"

At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, at the beginning of the great chaos in the world, he was a scholar who fell and was inherited by the old immortals of Nanhua, "Taiping Qing Lingshu", also known as "Taiping Jing", from then on he held a nine-section scepter, wore white mangshoe, walked all over the mountains and rivers, preached the cloth industry, and called himself, "Great Sage and Good Teacher!"

No. position, "Taiping Road"!

The Taiping Road came to the world, preaching the balances.

At that time, Qingzhou, Youzhou, Yuzhou, most of the land in the world, every household worshiped the great sage and good teacher, Zhang Jiao formed a million Yellow Turban Lux, called, "Yellow Turban Uprising"!

Later, Zhang Jiao was killed by the sages of the world, and the millions of Yellow Turban troops disappeared.

It's just that Chen Fan never thought that this god who was sealed under Buzhou Mountain was actually Zhang Jiao!!

However, the sky-high momentum revealed by Zhang Jiao's body made Chen Fan's face pale, after countless years, Zhang Jiao's cultivation has fallen I don't know how many realms, but it is still far above the real person!

The blood-colored demon shadow condensed out, turning into a man holding a nine-section scepter, his eyes were blazing, a khaki Taoist scarf was on his head, and he was wearing a bright yellow battle robe.

Great sage and good teacher, Zhang Jiao!

"Although Zhang Jiao is called a heavenly master, he is actually a national thief, but he can't imagine that in the first war in ancient times, Zhang Jiao was not killed, but was imprisoned at the foot of Buzhou Mountain. ”

"I don't know who was the power that imprisoned him back then. ”

"No wonder Taiyi Zhenren doesn't allow me to release it easily, you know, this is a horn!"

Zhang Jiao raised his head suddenly, his eyes were like thunder and lightning, and he stared directly at Hei Wuchang's body, "Extraterritorial breath?" Zhang Jiao's face turned cold, and he said slowly.