Walking over slowly, Zhang Fan kept staring at this old man, he felt very weird, why is this old man here and what does it mean, this old man is killing people? But a hairpin has been bucketed on this person so many times, this person is still alive.

The village chief's body was still moving, still struggling, as if it were completely unaffected by his hairpin.

......

"Grandpa Li, you came out like this!" After the red clothes approached, he wanted to pounce on the old man to take a look, but remembered that Zhang Fan was paralyzed, and if he left, Zhang Fan would also fall.

"Who!" Old Man Li turned his head to look at the three of them.

"Red-clothed?" Old man Li turned his head, a little disbelieving them, Hongyi and Qianyue had already left the village, it was impossible to come back so quickly, the distance of Immortal Island was quite far.

"Don't come here!" the old man raised his hand and blocked. He didn't know if this red clothes were fake, he heard the voice of the red clothes was already a little soft, he seemed to have directly believed it, he didn't know if this red clothes were fake, he would make a move on the red clothes.

The little girl back then is so old now, he really can't bear it, even if it's fake.

......

"Those three people have passed, what should I do, whether those three are human or not. ”

"I don't feel like it's easy to say, you see the two next to him holding the middle one, it's so strange, what's wrong with the one in the middle?"

"Hmph, Old Man Li doesn't know what's going on. ”

These people are completely unhappy as they were just now, they were still applauding, but now they are starting to worry again. After all, the old man is in his eighties, and he has no physical strength at all, if he is a monster, his death will be in the next instant.

......

"Grandpa Li, I've found a cultivator, he will definitely be able to defeat that monster. ”

"What!" Old man Li suddenly burst into tears, he remembered that the villagers had asked Hongyi and Qianyue to go to Immortal Island and lied to the two of them.

The village chief is actually a good man, but now he has become a puppet of the monster.

Zhang Fan kept staring at the corpse on the ground, no, it was not a corpse, but a living corpse. In his body, he didn't feel the slightest demonic power, nor did he feel the slightest spiritual power, not even other spiritual power, in Zhang Fan's eyes, this person seemed to be more ordinary than ordinary people. But the body, moving, was alive, and he was still breathing.

"It's the village chief, Grandpa Li, why, why ......" Hongyi didn't think of what monster he killed before, but in fact, he killed the village chief?

"No, this one is definitely not human. Zhang Fan suddenly spoke, and directly helped the old man explain.

"Not a person?" The red-clothed eyes have begun to turn red, the village chief, the person who loved her the most before, was her fetters in the village, and it was one of her hopes, but now is this the case?

"It's not human, it's probably something else, blue blood...... Could it be the Demon Race?" Zhang Fan remembered that the blood of the Demon Race is blue, is this person a Demon Race? Won't put it, such a weak Demon Clan? No, it's not a Demon Race, if the Demon Race appears here, the situation here will definitely not be so simple. The demons are all advantageous races, and it is impossible to appear without benefits, and it is impossible for an ordinary person to stab his heart.

"He's not the village chief, where is the real village chief?"

"Maybe it's dead, this monster has taken over this person's body. ”

......

"Ji Ji ......" When such a sound sounded on the ground, Zhang Fan's sword had already arrived.

"Infinite Swordsmanship, Qiankun Nine Swords!" Zhang Fan directly turned on his ultimate, stabbing nine flying swords into his body, and then the flying swords quickly disappeared. He minimizes the consumption of spiritual power, because this is not the final BOOS either, so he also needs to keep it unconsumed......

"Ahh

Zhang Fan's appearance subverted his perception of cultivators, in fact, it can be said that sometimes he looks down on cultivators, because those people are too mysterious. He is very brave, he is not afraid of anything, but when he saw Zhang Fan using the flying sword, he couldn't help but say a word of admiration, the appearance of this flying sword is really handsome!

People are old, but their hearts are not old, he dared to fight with wolves when he was young, and now when he is old, he also dares to fight with monsters. He really feels that he has been very strong in his life...... But Zhang Fan's appearance slapped him in the face, a young man who looks like he is twenty years old, so powerful?

Those swords, appeared in an instant, disappeared in an instant, but they startled the old man, and the blood in his heart, if it was young, he would definitely be desperate to beg the immortals to accept him as an apprentice, but now that he is old, he doesn't need it. I don't have many days to live, so I don't have to worry about those things.

I want to be young again and start all over again......

At this time, Zhang Fan sensed a trace of something wrong, it seemed to be different somewhere, this old man seemed to be a little unusual. On the old man's body, he vaguely sensed a trace of spiritual power fluctuations.

The divine sense probed the past, and sure enough, the old man turned out to be a person with a spiritual vein, and this old man's spiritual vein was surprisingly majestic, stronger than ordinary genius cultivators.

"Are you a cultivator?" Zhang Fan said suddenly.

"What?"

"I said, you're a cultivator?"

"No!" When the old man heard that the other party suspected that he was a cultivator, there was a slight fluctuation in his heart, but it disappeared immediately, cultivator, he wanted to do it, but unfortunately, there was no chance.

"I also want to be a cultivator, but unfortunately I'm already old and don't have a chance......" the old man smiled suddenly.

The corpse on the ground had already become quiet under Zhang Fan's nine swords, without the previous fluctuations.

"Actually, I feel the majestic spiritual veins in your body, if you are a cultivator, you are definitely a genius among cultivators. Zhang Fan didn't hide his secrets, and directly told him his thoughts.

"What, am I from the spirit vein?" the old man couldn't believe it, "I have a spirit vein, and I'm stronger than ordinary people?"

Zhang Fan didn't continue to speak, he also knew what the old man had thought, he had reached such an age, he really didn't have a chance, cultivator, it was really difficult, even if he started practicing now, he wouldn't have too strong a realm in the future. But in fact, sometimes, everything depends on chance, and if the opportunity comes, he may also have his own glorious years.

"At the beginning, there was a cultivator in the village who came to the village to investigate the spiritual vein, but he didn't investigate me, I was too arrogant at the beginning, so I lost that opportunity, and then I got old, and I didn't have any extravagant hopes, you now tell me that I am from the spiritual vein, and I am stronger than ordinary people!"

"Haha, it really seems like a joke!" the old man mocked himself, helpless, helpless.

Zhang Fan was helpless, he told him that he also wanted him to have a good home, if he had the opportunity, he could practice, maybe he could increase his life expectancy and live many more years. But now that I think about it, it's an afterthought, and it's useless. If he wants to practice in the wasteland, if he doesn't help, he can only practice on that immortal island, and with his current physique, he may have already become a corpse when he arrives on immortal island.

"Okay, we're going to go to the demon now, and we'll take care of the rest. ”

"Let's go, go to the top of the mountain!" Zhang Fantou looked in the direction of the top of the mountain.

"Where the hell is that?" Zhang Fan wondered, why did the monster choose to be in such a place.

"It's the holy relic in our village...... Red-clothed said.

"Oh?" Zhang Fan remembered the kind of plant he had encountered in Blackwater Town before, he had already picked one of them, but he just didn't have time to smell it.

Hearing the word holy relic, Sun Yi couldn't help but look at Zhang Fan, remembering what happened to Zhang Fan in Heishui Town, if it wasn't for him finding out that Zhang Fan was a cultivator and relieving Zhang Fan's siege, he wouldn't know how long he would have been trapped. At that time, he was there with Chizuki, giving people the feeling of a human trafficker. Fortunately, there are no legends of human traffickers in the wasteland, but they still attach more importance to cultivators, so they let him go in the end.

"The water flows out of the sacred relics and then irrigates our village, and our village depends on the holy ......relics for its survival."

"I see. ”

Zhang Fan thought of the stream, and felt a trace of extraordinary breath in the stream before, what is it? At first, he thought it was the blood that flowed in when the old man pierced the village chief with a hairpin, but now it seems that there is really a problem.

There was a thin stream that kept coming down the mountain, it was a thin stream, but what came out was blood. Why does blood flow down the upper reaches of the stream?

Didn't you say that the youkai was a blood-sucking youkai, and now it was pouring blood into the stream? What does that mean? Does it mean that he needs nothing but blood, but something else? What does it mean to pour blood into the stream?

"Zhang Fan, you are ready, I feel that you can't control it for a while, I'm going to go, the weirdness here is too exaggerated, the opponent's strength is very strong, and it is not at all that your strength can come in handy." Tang Tianle directly sensed rumors, he also felt the blood in the stream, but he felt more.

It was not only the blood of the book, but it also seemed to be mixed with other powers, which had reached the power of the True Immortal, this power seemed to be somewhat unique, and he had no feeling for this power. It seems that this power is also a new power, and it even feels a little out of place with the world around you.

At that moment, Tang Tianle seemed to see the old man of the Spirit of the Formation, standing in front, but it was just a matter of Shunjian, and the figure disappeared sooner.