Seeing that the shaman was about to die under Zhang Fan's hands, the golden-silk black-robed man hidden in the shadows finally couldn't bear to make a move.

"Bold child, dare to run rampant in my apocalypse!"

"I told you to die without a place to bury!"

As fast as breaking the wind for a moment, the golden-silk black-robed man who appeared later shuttled through the space in the blink of an eye, and attacked Zhang Fan from behind.

Zhang Fan had to turn around to deal with it, and the shaman breathed a big sigh of relief, and couldn't help but take a step back, cold sweat on his forehead.

What kind of magic weapon was that, it actually gave him such a terrifying feeling!

Summoning back the Dementor Flag, the shaman became more and more jealous of Zhang Fan's strength, and simply fought Zhang Fan with his companion Golden Silk and Black Robed Man.

The two of them worked together, and Zhang Fan's pressure increased greatly, but he knew that these two people also relied on the surrounding environment full of demonic energy.

Without a surging supply of demonic energy, they would not survive a few rounds before they would be defeated.

Zhang Fan's gaze immediately fell on the demonic qi spreading around him.

Glancing at the soul-beating whip in his hand surrounded by the golden light of righteousness, he thought about it.

"Wait until I destroy your entire stronghold, see what else you can do to me!"

deliberately shouted, Zhang Fan's true anger was like a rushing river, and he was all input into the soul whip in his hand.

The righteous qi on the soul whip bloomed with an incomparable light for a while, illuminating the surroundings as if it were day, and those demonic qi were even more affected by the righteous qi and overflowed outward.

The shaman and another golden-silk black-robed man thought that Zhang Fan really planned to destroy the entire building, that is, their stronghold, and immediately became anxious.

Unbeknownst to others, they feared that the altar under the building would be exposed.

The sacrifice was already at the most important juncture, and they must not let anyone disturb them, let alone let those guardians of the Outer Heavenly City find out.

Otherwise, the demon god will descend and be blocked by those guardians, and the consequences will be unimaginable!

The two glanced at each other, and their murderous aura was even worse, and they coincidentally forced Zhang Fan together.

They all had the determination to die together and never let Zhang Fan succeed, but they didn't know that such a crazy way of playing was exactly what Zhang Fan wanted.

"Let's fight, the whole building has actually weakened the protection invisibly. ”

"When the internal protection can't help such a strong force from crumbling, it is not far from the collapse of the entire building. ”

As for the overflowing demonic energy, Zhang Fan glanced at the two who were disrupted mockingly.

In order to stop him together, the two of them desperately absorbed the demonic energy around them and turned it into their own use, in order to suppress his movements.

Unexpectedly, the more the seedlings were pulled out like this, it facilitated Zhang Fan's actions and reduced unnecessary losses.

The shaman's strength is the weakest of the two, he is good at magic attacks, and there are flaws everywhere when he gets close.

Zhang Fan took advantage of his unpreparedness to tear the space and the ghost was not by his side, and the shaman was mainly dodging, and the two soul flags with layers of demonic energy poured towards Zhang Fan surgingly.

Zhang Fan waved the Soul Whip to shake away the pervasive demonic energy, took out the Longyuan Sword in the storage ring, stared at the direction of the shaman's dodge, and swung it hard.

The Long Yuan Sword emitted a long dragon groan, and there was an increase in the righteous qi on the soul whip, and there was no difference in light for a while.

When the other golden-silk black-robed man found out that Zhang Fan's real goal was to break them one by one, it was too late to rescue the shaman.

His eyes were torn as he watched as his companion was stabbed through the chest with a sword, and then before the soul could escape from the body, he was snatched away by the soul whip.

The Dementor Banner became an ownerless artifact, and it shattered with a bang.

The fragments that flew out became an invisible weapon that hurt people, and under the effect of the strong true qi around Zhang Fan's body, it was like ten thousand arrows firing at once, forcing the golden-silk black-robed man to retreat.

"Damn it!"

No matter how stupid he is, he can also react that Zhang Fan cleaned him up effortlessly.

At this time, it is not advisable to hit it hard, and the golden-silk black-robed man dodged and tore through the space to escape.

Unexpectedly, a nightmarish figure flashed, and in the blink of an eye, his only way to escape was blocked.

Looking up in disbelief, the golden-silk black-robed man saw a sneer on the corner of Zhang Fan's mouth.

"Do you want to escape?"

"First tell me what level of strength your chief person in charge here has reached, and I see if I want to let you go. ”

The golden-silk black-robed man listened to Zhang Fan's questioning from beginning to end as the head of their stronghold, only as if he was the real master who was afraid of their apocalypse.

The golden-silk black-robed man laughed arrogantly.

"It doesn't hurt if I tell you! the real person in charge of our stronghold is the Jintu Black Robe Rank Merge Period Power!"

"If you have a kind, you will break into the deepest altar underground and see! I will wait for you in hell!"

Zhang Fan thought that his laughter was too harsh and noisy, and directly pierced his heart with a finger.

The rampant laughter of the golden-silk black-robed man stopped abruptly, his body fell to the ground weakly, and his spirit floated out of his body, staring at Zhang Fan mockingly.

Before Zhang Fan could use the Soul Whip to ingest his soul this time, he saw that the soul of the golden-silk black-robed man was affected by a huge suction force and was sucked into the ground.

When Zhang Fan saw this scene, he thought of the worst possibility.

"Oh no, could it be that their sacrifice has already begun!"

didn't have time to think too much, Zhang Fan punched through the ground and jumped down.

As soon as I came to the ground, I felt a strong demonic aura than above.

If the demonic qi that spreads to the building above is at most gas, then the demonic qi here is already so thick that it is liquid, and it makes people feel very uncomfortable when they touch it.

Zhang Fanlingtai was cold, and a bloody picture flashed in his mind.

Endless battles, killings, and arrogant breaths ran down the brain, wanting to invade the spiritual platform and occupy Zhang Fan's mind.

"If you want to subdue me by such means, Demon Cultivation's ability is nothing more than that!"

After living for so many years, he has gained a lot of merits, and Zhang Fan has never dared to relax the shortcomings of his divine soul in his cultivation.

The black-robed man who was deeply hidden in the Golden Chart tried to disturb his mind with demonic energy, and it was best to accept him for his own use without blood, which was a big mistake.

Zhang Fan snorted coldly, and the righteousness in his body was like an angry dragon, rushing all the way from the dantian to the spiritual platform.

Encountering a strong and ominous demonic aura, the angry dragon immediately let out an earth-shattering roar, greeted it, and began a one-sided fight.

After a while, Zhang Fan's mind was clear, and he was no longer affected by the demonic qi, and a completely different picture appeared in front of him.

In the center of the blazing rolling magma is a three-star falling platform altar, and at this moment, the altar sacrifice has reached a critical moment.

The blood spilled from the sacrifice was all sucked by the altar, and the air echoed with a rather regular heavy sound of breaking wind, as if some terrifying monster was about to wake up, and was letting out heavy gasps.

A black-robed man with a golden figure was standing in front of the altar with a fanatical expression, and when he noticed that an outsider had intruded, he immediately turned his head unkindly, and his eyes flashed fiercely.

"This seat hasn't gone up to catch you down, but you came down first to die!"

"Okay, I'll make you the first sacrifice after the resurrection of the demon god!"

After the domineering roar, it was far more powerful than the two golden-silk black-robed people of the shaman combined!