Where did the turtle and snake immortal think that Zhang Fan dared to make a move in the saint's dojo, and before he could react, the earth-shattering sword had already fallen down in the air, and in the midst of anger, he passed away gloomily.

Immediately, Zhang Fan's eyes swept coldly, and a large array covering thousands of miles appeared on the Immortal Mountain, and the mountain protection beast was attacked, and the protective array was automatically activated.

The next moment, Zhang Fan appeared above the big array, out of thin air, with extra computer desks and chairs, holding a mobile phone in his hand to shoot down the formation, and then connecting to the computer to decipher the formation.

Even the Jiantian Nine Transformation Array can be calculated to say that the array is in, not to mention the mountain protection array of the Immortal Mountain Sage, the time of a cup of coffee, and the reading note on the computer is 100% realistic.

Zhang Fan then clicked a confirmation, and the position of the formation was revealed in front of him.

With a flick of the long sword in his hand, the Chongjun Sword whirred and rotated in the sky, crossing a beautiful parabola in the sky, and with a click, it was directly inserted into the array.

The powerful mountain protection array cracked like glass!

Burst!

The seat where the Chongjun Sword was inserted just now happened to be the seat of the formation eye.

The entire Immortal Mountain was revealed in front of Zhang Fan, Zhang Fan was slightly surprised in his heart, the mountain protection beast was killed, the mountain protection array was forced, why didn't the saint of the Immortal Mountain come forward.

Could it be that he really fell into the little saint.

Zhang Fan thought clearly before he came, if the one in Lao Mountain did not fall from the saint, then he would have escaped through the ancient gate, and went to the ancient times without looking back to find the mother and son of the water fairy, if it fell...... Now it seems that this is very likely.

Otherwise, there was no reason why he wouldn't come out with such a big movement.

However, the result was unexpected, the saint of Bulao Mountain was not in his own dojo.

"Pounced!"

Zhang Fan immediately sat cross-legged, and his divine thoughts reached every ghost cultivator, which was also the divine power of the heart he possessed after becoming a ghost ancestor, and suddenly, the third eye opened, each ghost cultivator was his medium, and every ghost cultivator's eye was his eye, and it also had the role of the eye of the third eye, covering thousands of miles.

I searched quickly.

If the ghost cultivation is scattered enough, Zhang Fan doesn't need to go out at all, as long as he uses this magical power, he can see the entire heaven and earth, although there will still be blind spots, and it can't be compared with the lonely lamp of the world, but it is already extraordinary, and the sage's means are probably like this.

"Huh?"

"Found it"

"Isn't that the place where the coffin maker is?"

"What is he doing over there?"

In Zhang Fan's sight, the saint of the Immortal Mountain was talking to an old man with strange black runes hanging all over his body, this old man Zhang Fan didn't know, but the boy Zhang Fan next to the old man knew him, and the boy was standing next to the old man.

The coffin maker seems to be in a difficult situation.

"These items have traces of souls on them, and this saint has already obtained them for you, so you should fulfill your promise to this saint." The saint of the Immortal Mountain said with a cold face.

"Traces?" Hearing these two words, Zhang Fan couldn't help but feel a move in his heart.

When he went to the coffin maker for help, his boy also offered for the item with the soul in exchange, as it seems that the coffin maker has a lot to do with the spirit, or that he is interested in the soul.

With the character of Frankenstein old man like him, it is inevitable that he will have a desire to study when he discovers the traces of his soul.

"However, the old man can't do what you asked." The coffin maker said with a sad face.

The saint of Immortal Mountain frowned: "Don't fight with this saint, according to this saint, you once sent a young child back to the past, you can do it before, and you can do it now." ”

This old guy wants to go back in time, and he understands, he understands...... Zhang Fan is now 100% sure that the saint of Immortal Mountain has fallen from the holy throne, he wants to go back to the past, that is, he wants to change history, he wants to prevent Xiao Pichu from committing suicide, or go further and kill Zhang Fan directly.

In short, he wanted to regain his lost throne.

"The coffin maker can also travel through time and space?"

Isn't this a unique ability of a disciple of the Taiwei Sect?

The coffin maker said: "Sage, the old man really can't do it, sending the young child back to the past, it's all rumors, it can't be true." ”

"Coffin maker, do you know who is standing in front of you, and can you hide your words from this saint?" The tone of the saint of Immortal Mountain became cold: "What can be hidden from this saint in this heaven and earth?" ”

"Whether it's true or not, I don't know if it's true?"

By the end of his words had become as cold as winter, and the coffin-maker trembled with fright.

"I don't know awe, I deliberately hide it, don't you want to live?"

The coffin maker collects soul traces, is it possible that the time and space shuttle is related to the soul traces, no, he can't let him die like this, with a whoosh, Zhang Fan rushed to the coffin maker at full speed.

The coffin maker trembled: "Saint, saint...... The small ones really don't have any ability, and even if they had it before, they don't have it now. ”

"The only one who can travel through time and space is the Taiwei Sect."

The saint snorted coldly, the Taiwei Sect can travel through time and space, and his dignified saint will not know that he was pulled off the horse by the disciples of the Taiwei Sect, and it would be boring to go to him.

"Don't talk to me about these useless things, this saint will only ask you one last time, will you send this saint back to the past?"

The coffin maker was embarrassed and said, "The small one is really powerless." ”

"Do you know what the consequences are of breaking your promise and deceiving the saint?" The murderous aura flashed in the saint's eyes: "This saint counts three, if you don't agree, then accept the punishment of this saint." ”

The boy hurriedly knelt down and begged for mercy: "The saint is gracious, my immortal master, there is indeed nothing you can do, please spare my immortal master." ”

The saint retracted his gaze, disdainful of the boy.

"Three!" The tone is indifferent, and there is no trace of emotion.

He began to count down, relentlessly countdown.

No one will doubt the killing heart of a saint, a saint who is high up in the sky, and regards all beings as ants, how can he care about the life or death of one more person.

"Two!"

Suddenly, the saint suddenly turned around and swept towards the producer with a cold gaze, the authority of the saint was challenged again and again, and the holy position had already made him angry, and now even a small Tianzun saint Tianwei was completely burned, and he didn't even count to one and shot at the coffin maker.

The official's face turned white.

"Die!"

"Saint, what a lot of anger, how did the coffin maker offend you, and he raised his hand to kill him." As soon as the voice fell, the person had already stopped in front of the coffin maker, and rushed towards the saint with a palm.

"It's you!"

The person in front of him was like a nightmare to him, it was this person, the person who was regarded as an ant by him at the beginning, and disdained a share, who forcibly overturned the big aircraft carrier of Buddhism and pulled him down from the holy throne.

"Hahaha, good time!"

The sage laughed, he was worried that Zhang Fan had the protection of Lei Zu, he would not find a chance to start for a while, but he didn't expect to send it to the door himself.

"You brought it on yourself!"

The sage's methods changed again, the transparent white light on his hand suddenly burst open, illuminating the eyes of the people, he wanted to kill Zhang Fan in one fell swoop, but his brows suddenly wrinkled, he felt that the handprint printed by Zhang Fan was so powerful that it actually pressed back all his strength.

This surprise is really extraordinary, his palm does not say that he does his best, but he also comes out with anger, seeing his enemy, the enemy who hates him to the bone, he must be very vicious.

"How so?"

Boom, Zhang Fan's palm was heavily imprinted on the saint's handprint, and the violent force collided and exploded around the heaven and earth.

"No way!"

The saint screamed out of frustration, Zhang Fan's seal is enough to show that he has the power comparable to that of the saint, and then look at the ghost lin on his face, and his body has evolved into the third ghost state, this is the image of the ghost ancestor.

"You, how did you achieve the Ghost Ancestor?"

His eyes were about to fall out, after all, he had fallen from the Holy Throne, and the things between heaven and earth could not escape his eyes, and he quickly thought of the crux of the matter.

"Could it be...... You went back to the primeval period and killed the Ghost Ancestor? ”

He couldn't believe it, but there was only one explanation.