The black-robed man in the silver picture, that is, Puyang Min, who was in charge of the sacrificial activities of the Apocalypse, looked at Zhang Fan condescendingly.

"Who are you who dare to stop my attack?"

After not being born for a long time, he lived underground for a long time and was busy repairing the altar, Puyang Min didn't know Zhang Fan's deeds at all.

In his opinion, Zhang Fan is just a ninth-level Qi refiner, even if he hides his strength, he is not an opponent of his Yuan Ying peak, a half-step distraction!

"The one who killed you. ”

Zhang Fan will never allow the evil restoration of the Apocalypse to cause chaos with the Living Demon God!

"Hmph, at a young age, I'm not ashamed to say it! Do you know that this altar was rebuilt by me after ten years of painstaking efforts!"

"Now that you and someone from the special department have broken in, it is doomed to have no return!"

When the words fell, Puyang Min slapped his palm contemptuously, condensed the momentum of the wind and clouds, and fell towards Zhang Fan Tianling.

The air seemed to be overwhelmed, and it detonated black cyclones one after another!

In the face of such heavy pressure, Zhang Fan's expression remained unchanged, and his body remained unmoving.

He only opened his mouth to drink, and his whole body exuded a sense of coercion, and he responded to Puyang Min's blow with full righteousness.

Feeling their evil nemesis, Puyang Min's face really changed, and he stared at Zhang Fan with fear and cruelty.

"You are a man of the righteous path! This righteousness is enough to destroy the altar and make my ten years of hard work go down the drain!"

"Then I can't let you go!"

The evil power is even stronger, and the shadow under Puyang Min's feet gradually merges with him.

When he landed, a huge image of the demon god appeared behind him.

As soon as the image of the demon god that made people feel fear in the depths of his soul took shape, the entire altar trembled.

The blood flow of the corpses on the ground, as if attracted, frantically penetrated the ground, connecting the corpses of the black-robed man, Gong Yan and others in the passage, all turned into nourishment, and gathered in the image of the demon god.

The image of the demon god turned from black to scarlet, becoming more dazzling and ominous.

Then the power that erupted on Puyang Min's body was also rising steadily, and he actually used the power of the altar array in an instant to temporarily blind the sky and directly evolve and distract himself!

The terrifying evil qi condensed into a wild wave, surging in all directions with Puyang Min as the center.

Xue Feng's eyes widened, watching the evil qi approaching him, but his body was like a mountain pressing, and he couldn't move!

He has already seen the miserable fate of his own team members, is he going to follow in his footsteps!

Just when he was desperate, sad and helpless, Zhang Fan pointed at him, and suddenly a pure and righteous true qi protected his shaking heart and kept him from being disturbed by evil qi.

"Take the soul whip and protect Li Meng and them away!"

There are still a lot of ordinary people here, and staying will only get in the way.

Calmly facing Puyang Min, whose cultivation was skyrocketing, Zhang Fan threw out the soul whip to Xue Feng, and by the way, he entered a piece of true qi to him to ensure that he could move freely, and then faced the silver-silk black-robed man who followed Puyang Min.

Those silver-silk black-robed people really didn't need Puyang Min's orders, so they were ready to move, planning to leave Xue Feng and the others behind.

"Your target should be me. ”

Zhang Fan looked at these people with disdain, and the coercion in his body was like a vast deep sea, pouring down towards them!

Obviously, their strength is in the late Yuan Infant stage, but the people in silver silk and black robes suddenly felt suffocated, as if they were choked by an invisible hand!

"Adults are still brewing supernatural powers, and they can't let this guy go!"

The silver-threaded black-robed man glanced at each other and made a decision.

Even if they grind, they have to grind out some of Zhang Fan's skills, so that Lord Puyang Min can deal with it more easily.

"Boy, come here!"

With the two silver-silk black-robed people who were forced back by a palm earlier, a total of eight Apocalypse Maniac believers swarmed in the blink of an eye.

The evil qi in the sky was full of supplements to improve their skills, and their momentum gradually climbed, gradually even the ground shook, and there were bursts of detonation and roar in the air!

However, these are not worth mentioning to Zhang Fan!

"Weakly blasted you, dodge!"

Disdainful of wasting more time with a group of flies, Zhang Fan slapped out, and the grand righteousness was mixed with a purple-gold arc, and he slapped his head at them.

As soon as they saw it this time, all the silver-silk black-robed people flew out upside down with a wail under this blow, and exploded in mid-air!

Their flesh and blood babies were also turned into nourishment for the image of the demon god, and they were not wasted by Puyang Min.

"I didn't expect to underestimate your strength!"

The sound boomed, and the huge altar echoed with the resonant and thick sound of Puyang Min and the image of the demon god.

His words were mixed with a strong killing intent, and the power of the demon god that had been brewed to the extreme was about to break through the sky!

At the same time, the triangular pyramid platform behind Zhang Fan, under the mottled years, the words of the Apocalypse that should have been blurred seem to come to life.

The vivid red text floated in the air, and was captured by the image of the demon god, like a bonus to the increase, not suppressing the heavens and the earth, and wanting to resist the wanton madness of the sky.

On the other hand, Zhang Fan was still in the realm where the dome of this altar was crumbling and was in danger of collapsing at any time, and he was still crossing his chest with his arms crossed, and he looked coldly at Puyang Min brewing this blow.

"Just let me see if the supernatural powers that Apocalypse has been touting for so many years have improved!"

After that, Zhang Fan also glanced meaningfully at the shaking altar.

Presumably, Puyang Min is ready to fight, just to fight quickly, kill the enemy with one blow so that the altar can remove the threat.

But who knew that he didn't just take advantage of this, and let Puyang Min personally destroy the altar he had rebuilt for ten years!

It's superfluous to leave something harmful in the world, so it's better to explode it in battle!

Outside, Xue Feng was supported by the true qi that Zhang Fan had lost, holding a soul whip in his hand, and Zhang Fan's heroic righteousness was attached to it, so that the black-robed people along the way all threw rat traps and did not dare to move forward.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Xue Feng hurriedly took Li Meng and the others and went straight to the shortcut that Zhang Fan had beaten down from above.

At this time, there was a strong tremor on the ground, and the fragile walls of the passage were already showing signs of collapse.

In such a dangerous situation, the girls and children all let out fearful cries and ran faster.

Only Li Meng was still worried about Zhang Fan's situation, and looked back from time to time, her lips were bitten by herself.

"Don't look at it! Zhang Fan's predecessor's strength is unfathomable, those apocalypse evil cultivators can't help him!"

"On the contrary, we are going to be in danger! If we don't hurry up, if the seniors and the evil cultivators fight, the entire altar will be destroyed, and we will all be buried alive at that time!"

Xue Feng waved the Soul Whip to isolate the flying rocks and smoke, and at the same time, luck escorted everyone to continue to run quickly.

Li Meng also knew that he couldn't hold back at this time.

She gritted her teeth and ran forward desperately, ignoring the pain in her legs.

Zhang Fan, you must be fine! I will be waiting for you on the ground!

And deep underground, in the center of the altar, the image of the evil and majestic demon god is already so red that it is about to drip blood.

The air was filled with a disgusting smell of blood, Zhang Fan stared at Puyang Min, whose strength was fixed in the middle of distraction, and laughed silently.

It's finally good, and he's getting tired of waiting.

Come to war!