"Are you sure you want to keep these three girls in the Qiankun Shield?" said the artifact spirit in the Qiankun Shield suddenly.

Obviously, the difference in time flow rate between the inside and outside of the Qiankun Shield is very great, and the time in the shield may only be a few minutes outside the Qiankun Shield, and there will inevitably be a threat from a top illusion master, and it is definitely not a good choice for the evil master to stay in the Qiankun Shield.

Zhang Fan didn't have time to think about it when he was in a critical situation, and he also felt that his entire lower body was burned by the heat wave, as if the hot blood was constantly leaving out of the body, and the state was very dangerous. The superb mental power still made Zhang Fan's reaction to some issues a lot faster, and he made a relatively rational decision in an extreme time: let Xia Yumeng stay in the Qiankun Shield to take care of herself, and the other two daughters stayed outside the Qiankun Shield for the time being. In this way, the probability of encountering the possessed master is at least not 100%, and when he encounters a threat, he will not encounter a three-person siege together. Seriously injured or seriously ill, you may be able to deal with the threat of at least one person below your rank of six if you are prepared. Zhang Fan also believes that the spirit in the Qiankun shield may not stand idly by in the shield?

After that, for about three hours in the Qiankun Shield, Zhang Fan tried to repair the broken wounds in the Qiankun Shield with internal force, but somehow, the injuries began to deteriorate gradually. At this time, after losing a lot of internal qi, he no longer had the ability to control the unique toxin, and the thunder and lightning did not seem to have a very good effect on this kind of internal qi foreign body that was not soul energy or physical energy. He seemed to be like a man trapped in a swamp, slowly feeling the possibility of his death. Zhang Fan called out to the machine spirit of Qiankun in the shield, but the machine spirit of Qiankun in the shield did not respond at this time as if he had given up on himself.

At this moment, Xia Yumeng suddenly woke up and approached Zhang Fan's side.

"I can't imagine that in this life, I still fell into the hands of a woman, maybe this is also my due fate... Zhang Fan couldn't help sighing at this time, and there didn't seem to be too many complaints in his words. In such a sinister immortal cultivation world, if some of his personality has not changed, even if he does not suffer losses here, I am afraid that he will not be able to escape some risks in the future. Reflecting on his state of mind, Zhang Fan seemed to feel more calm.

At this time, Xia Yumeng seemed solemn and resolute, just hugged Zhang Fan with his own hands, and blocked the place where the internal qi leaked with his body, a trace of sporadic Yuanyang leakage suddenly made Zhang Fan's internal control more disordered, and his mind was somewhat restless, and the indescribable pain made Zhang Fan, whose mood was not comparable to that of the ordinary indigenous protagonist, also somewhat resentful: "I feel it: you should still be the same you now! You shameless woman! If I am lucky that there is still a trace of soul, I will definitely let your evil consequences be advanced... ”

However, that Yuan Yang only leaked a little, so that Xia Yumeng seemed to find a certain feeling, and then a large amount of heat rushed in, it turned out that absorbing that trace of internal force and Yuan Yang was just to understand the nature of the internal qi in Zhang Fan's body.

With the arrival of internal qi and external aid, the "battlefield" pattern in Zhang Fan's body was gradually reversed, and the combined internal qi of the two of them finally barely resisted the internal qi toxin that the spirit snake had injected into Zhang Fan's body before. Although there is no sign of resolution, it is clear: it is only a matter of time before the situation is turned around with the supply power in their own hands.

In this way, it took about ten days of fierce competition, and the balance of victory and defeat was finally locked, and it took about a month or so for the toxin composed of internal qi to be truly refined by Zhang Fan. Zhang Fan could feel that the internal qi brought by the boiling heat was still flowing into his body. After refining the internal qi flowing into his body this time, as well as the power that Xia Yumeng overdrawn, Zhang Fan believed that after about three months or so, he would be able to improve his own true cultivation to the fifth grade of the transformation realm, that is, for himself, it was equivalent to about twenty-eight grades of the outer gate. The two major martial arts grades of their own cultivation do not seem to be high, but the difference in strength is about six or seven times, which is still quite obvious in actual combat.

It's just that at this time, Xia Yumeng's cultivation has fallen to the level that has just entered the transformation realm, and there seem to be signs of falling to the inner gate extreme realm. There is no doubt that the same is the cultivation of the realm itself, and there is still a big gap between Zhang Fan and Xia Yumeng. At this time, Xia Yumeng seemed to be a little older than before, and seemed to be an eighteen or nineteen-year-old adult woman. When Zhang Fan understood, he might only be one step away from falling into the realm and becoming a half-aged.

"Meng'er, I misunderstood you before. However, if you continue to overdraft like this, even if you fall into the inner door of the seven or eight grades, my improvement will be limited. And you may lose the face of a generation and become a middle-aged woman again, and your life expectancy will also fall to the limit of an ordinary martial artist of one hundred and fifty or sixty years, which is not worth it at all. Stop ... ”

Xia Yu dreamed that she might soon become a middle-aged woman, and when her life span was reduced by one or two hundred years, she couldn't help but feel a little palpitating, and she stopped taking risks under Zhang Fan's persuasion.

"It's a pity that the slave doesn't understand the methods related to spiritual power, otherwise maybe you can use your spiritual power... ”

At this time, Zhang Fan seemed to think of something: "Don't talk about that." And as I said a long time ago, you don't need to be called a slave in the future. Meng'er is a good name, and the danger may not be fully touched yet. We need some more means to get out of the crisis ... ”

Thinking of this, Zhang Fan spent a lot of time recondensing and filling one of the Divine Thunder Cannon shells in the Qiankun Shield, and at the first time, he sent the six Divine Thunder Cannon shells out of the Qiankun Shield with the fastest speed in an ingenious way.

The violent thunderball and the accompanying explosion approached through the exit that had just been opened for a split second, and there seemed to be a wave of fire like fire coming through the thunder and lightning. At this time, Zhang Fan also seemed to have guessed something: within the process of recuperating from his injuries. The Qiankun Shield seemed to have been taken to a special stronghold by the awakened Lu Chengcheng and even Ye Zixue, and seemed to be thrown into a furnace-like place. This encounter seems familiar, but now Zhang Fan is no longer what it used to be, even if he is more powerful than before, he is completely confident to deal with it.

After re-preparing the ammunition of the Divine Thunder Cannon, Zhang Fan once again violently released the charcoal gas in the Qiankun Shield, and at the same time tried his best to form a tight wall of qi around him to resist the incoming heat wave, and after feeling the general pattern in the furnace, he launched an attack from the inside of the Qiankun Shield with the Divine Thunder Cannon.

The penetrating power beyond the imagination of the evil monks pierced through the walls of the furnace buried in the rock, and the huge explosion blew a hole in the furnace body with a radius of about one meter. Beyond the hole, there were still rocks that seemed to be very solid, but these did not pose any obstacles to Zhang Fan at this time.

Under the bombardment of the sonic technique that combined with the twenty-eight grades of the outer gate, a large area of rock was easily damaged, and Zhang Fan used the gas wall to briefly resist the air waves in the furnace and broke out again. Without much cost, he penetrated the rock several feet deep, and broke through the steel ground with a thickness of two or three feet with the divine thunder cannon, and broke out again from the seemingly impossible place to get out of the trap.

At least hundreds of evil Dao cultivators whose comprehensive strength was roughly in the Qi Refining Realm who had originally set up a formation were divided into three groups in three directions under the leadership of the three foundation building powerhouses. One group is a beast protector with a spirit pet, a group is a sound wave composed of a charming female cultivator, and one group is something like a black mist released by a monk who is good at manipulating Gu poison.

At this time, of course, Zhang Fan also had some experience, and through the previous competition, he felt that for a monk like himself who was not particularly strong in his own martial arts cultivation, but had relatively strong spiritual power, those mental female cultivators of the ordinary realm combat power level were not very threatening, and as long as they were gathered together, they were not comparable to the peak of foundation building. Poison Gu is a little more threatening, but as long as the characters who are not too powerful are still secondary, the first and most threatening are those spirit snakes, flying foxes and other beast monks who are not weak in physical combat ability and may have various other means. Therefore, except for the two remaining divine thunder cannon ammunition in the Qiankun shield, the remaining four were all sent to the direction where those spirit beasts attacked. Immediately after, Zhang Fan turned around and condensed the qi wall to protect it, and swept away those poisonous Gu flow monks with sonic exercises. As for the charming "girl group" that only makes his mind flutter a little and reacts a little bit in his lower body, he will put it aside for the time being.

In this way, almost instantly, more than sixty enemies were brought down under the sweep of violent explosions and sound waves. And the remaining "girl group" seemed to feel a little uncomfortable and planned to escape, but they were easily swept away and disintegrated under the sonic attack controlled by Zhang Fan.

I have to say that after this contest, Zhang Fan felt that the characteristics and even the methods of his exercises seemed to be specially designed to restrain these evil cultivators.