Zhang Fan chased after the three monks, and in the blink of an eye, he traveled thousands of miles.

From a distance, it looks like a bright meteor chasing three rays of light, gorgeous and spectacular.

The three monks saw that they couldn't get rid of Zhang Fan, and they regretted that their intestines were blue.

"I knew that this guy was so difficult, and he didn't go to the Zheng family if he killed Lao Tzu. ”

"Don't talk nonsense, now I regret that it's useless! I just hate that I didn't kill the Zheng family in the first place!"

The boss's eyebrows and eyes were gloomy, and a fierce look flashed on his face.

"If I had asked them about the whereabouts of that miracle earlier, Lao Tzu would pat his ass and leave, and I was afraid that he would find him. ”

"At this point, I don't think we have any choice but to ask the senior for help. ”

Speaking of that senior, the other two monks obviously had confidence again.

"Yes, with that senior here, no matter how rampant Zhang Fan is, there is nothing to be done about us. ”

"Let's go!"

The three of them glanced at each other, and immediately sped up and rushed to a certain place.

Zhang Fan was not unaware of their abnormality, but firstly, he was bold and bold, and secondly, he was now holding a demon killing divine weapon, so he was not afraid of what tricks they played.

"Just look at how you guys turn over. ”

Passing through layers of space, he followed the three monks through a huge moat canyon in a trance.

As soon as the moat canyon passed, the world immediately changed in front of him.

The billowing loess is gone, replaced by dark rocky highlands.

The strange rocks are craggy, layered on top of each other, forming all kinds of ghosts and ghosts, which are very ominous and intimidating at first glance.

Zhang Fan turned a blind eye to these and blindly chased after the three monks, gradually closing the distance.

"Shame on the pen, just go ahead!"

At this time, the monk who had half of his neck broken suddenly turned around, smiled strangely at Zhang Fan, and raised his middle finger defiantly.

Zhang Fan narrowed his eyes and raised his eyebrows, and volleyed out a sword aura, almost cutting off his neck.

The monk was so frightened that he was more like a cat with his tail stepped on, and his face turned pale and he didn't dare to make trouble casually.

Until the boss's eyes lit up, looking at the blood-colored altar that was getting closer and closer, a look of pride began to appear on his face.

"It's here! That senior is really here, hmph, we're waiting to collect this kid's body!"

As soon as the words fell, in the middle of the blood-colored altar, a figure wearing a black robe of the golden map stood coldly.

Hearing the words of the boss and the three of them, the eyes of the dead and silent people stared at them immediately.

"What are you doing here? ”

"Senior, if it's not good, please shelter us!"

The three eldest came at once, and they were busy telling the story of their friendship with Zhang Fan.

The black-robed man of Jintu listened quietly, not in the slightest emotion at the divine skill they mentioned.

On the contrary, when they mentioned the name Zhang Fan, the black-robed man of Jintu had a sharp look in his eyes and stabbed at them.

"What are you talking about, Zhang Fan chased you over?"

"Yes, senior, now we can only rely on you! Didn't you say that we found a sacrifice for you, and you can promise us a condition?"

The boss said cautiously, and saw that the face of the black-robed man in Jintu changed instantly, becoming mysterious and gloomy.

"I promised you everything you wanted, but this time it's different......"

"How dare you provoke our number one enemy of the Apocalypse and attract him here, and the altar I worked so hard to prepare will be destroyed by you fools!"

"You guys, it's not a pity to die!"

With a cold snort, the black-robed man of Jintu couldn't help but say that he would beat the sluggish three monks into the altar.

The three monks didn't even scream before they were swallowed up by the blood-colored altar.

The vast blood-colored torrent was like real blood, and after engulfing them, it flowed slowly, and a heartbeat could be faintly heard getting stronger and stronger.

The black-robed man of Jintu muttered, "It's almost time to calculate", and then faced Zhang Fan who was speeding forward.

"Sure enough, it's your apocalyptic remnants again. ”

Zhang Fanjian pointed at the black-robed man in front of him.

From the other party, he couldn't feel a trace of breath fluctuations.

But often the more this is the case, the more it shows that the opponent's strength is unfathomable.

Zhang Fan never underestimated his opponent, and when he saw the black-robed man in Jintu appear, he held his breath and concentrated, his whole body was tense, and he was already in a state of imminent shock.

At this time, the black-robed man of Jintu grinned at Zhang Fan with an evil smile.

"You have come, just in time, to witness the return of our Lord!"

"What did you say?"

Zhang Fan was shocked when he heard this, and subconsciously crossed the image of the incarnation of Wudao in his mind.

Could it be that the Apocalypse Altar on Helan's side has already begun to summon the next clone of Wudao?!

His eyes crossed over the black-robed man with a golden figure, and he solemnly threw himself towards the blood-colored altar, and the next moment Zhang Fan raised his sword and was about to destroy this place.

Suddenly, there was a flash in front of his eyes, and the black-robed man of Jintu raised his hand to stop him from falling with his sword.

The Demon Destroying Sword Intent made him have a painful and hideous look on his face, and even the hand that forcibly stopped the sword from falling was stained with blood in the blink of an eye.

Rao is like this, and the black-robed man of Jintu is also determined not to let Zhang Fan take a step beyond Lei Chi.

"Hehe, if you want to stop my lord's return, even if it's Zhang Fan, don't think about it!"

The sword intent came out of the body, and the cultivation of the golden figure black-robed man at the peak of the merger was suppressed to the point that only the early stage of the merger remained.

Zhang Fan lowered his face coldly, and simply took advantage of his injury to kill him.

"Since you are so loyal to that demon of Wudao, then I will step on your corpse and kill it!"

The eyes of the black-robed man in the golden picture swelled with fanaticism.

"To die for our Lord is the supreme glory of our followers of the Apocalypse!"

As soon as the words fell, his figure had already twisted up and fought with Zhang Fan.

Suddenly, the thrilling thumping sound resounded throughout the altar.

In the blood-colored altar below, it was as if a giant monster opened its mouth and spat out a strange and twisted cocoon.

The flesh cocoon is covered with a layer of blood, as if it can breathe, and the shell is sticky and undulating from time to time, and the scalp of the person who looks at it is numb and wants to gag.

If you look closely, you will see that this cocoon is made up of the flesh and blood of three monks and other cultivators.

It goes without saying what kind of terrifying monster is brewing inside.

As the breathing of the meat cocoon became more and more intense, the faint heartbeat also became sonorous and powerful, and a monstrous demonic power suddenly spread, as if swallowing the sky and spitting out the earth, awe-inspiring!

Zhang Fan sensed that this demon power was getting stronger and stronger, and even he felt a little dangerous, and he couldn't help but change his color abruptly.

Do whatever it takes, even if it is to exchange injuries for injuries, you must prevent the demon clone in the meat cocoon from forming.

Unexpectedly, at this time, the black-robed man in Jintu suddenly laughed fiercely, took something in the air, and threatened Zhang Fan arrogantly:

"Zhang Fan, look at who I'm holding in my hands!"

"Didn't you come all the way to Helan to support that little family after the deceased?"

"Now he still has a bone and blood falling on my hands! You dare to touch the incarnation of my lord, believe it or not, I will pinch this little thing to death on the spot, and let him bury it for the incarnation of my lord!"

Zhang Fan didn't expect that the Zheng family still had bloodline left behind, so he made a move, and immediately turned back in shock.