The disciples of the Red Sect and some of the elders were still alive, and when they saw the Great Elder being beaten into meat sauce, they were all stunned and frightened, and someone shouted: "Sect Master, please go out of the customs and subdue the demons!"

"O Almighty Lord God, please destroy this great demon!"

They knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the distant sky, Zhang Fan looked back with his spiritual eyes, and through the void he saw a thatched house, at this time there were bursts of light, and an old voice came out: "Fellow Daoist, you have gone too far!"

"It's the sect master, he really didn't sit down!"

"Kill him, avenge us!"

Everyone grabbed the life-saving straw, cried and shouted, and kowtowed.

"Pretending to be a ghost!" Zhang Fan was cold, raised a finger, and shot a finger. Finger Mang blew the thatched hut open, rolling up the hunting wind, in the wind a white-haired old man sat cross-legged, looking old, but strong in qi and blood, at this time his eyes opened and closed suddenly, and two golden lights turned into sharp swords and came straight to Zhang Fan.

"Master!" Zhang Fan dodged his eyes, and his heart trembled. However, the one-sided slaughter is not interesting, and it should be enjoyed by a master. Pointing his fingers again, he sent out a shocking finger and bombarded the sect master.

The sect leader spit out a small crystal shield from his mouth, and even blocked all the fingers, and the sect master said, "Don't shoot again!"

"Who are you scaring about?" Zhang Fan strode out, countless Dao fingers covered the sect master, and the small shield continued to sway and finally shattered into powder. The sect master moved away: "Don't force me!"

"Pretend!" Zhang Fan grinned and sneered, "Although your qi and blood are strong, you have never taken a key step. If you don't get to the top, how can you fight me?"

The mountain lord took a deep breath: "It's too much to deceive people! In this case, even if you exhaust your foundation, I will kill you!

He bowed to the void. Many of the disciples of the Red Sect showed fiery eyes, is the main god who has been worshiped for countless years finally going to be born today?

Zhang Fan suddenly realized that the danger was coming, and the pores all over his body stood up, vigilantly paying attention to the movements in all directions.

Suddenly, he was numb, as if he was being stared at by a fierce god of the world, his soul trembled uncontrollably, and the pseudo-god patterns automatically appeared and turned into a small shield to protect his eyebrows.

"Hum!" A heavy demonic voice pierced out from the ground, and the disciples of the Red Sect who knelt on the ground and kowtowed stiffened, and then all the vitality disappeared, turning into an ancient old man lying on the ground dying, muttering to himself: "I and the Lord God are immortal!"

With a big move, the mountain range broke through a huge gap, and a white skull floated from below, and the turquoise soul fire in the eye socket was blazing, and a magic voice sounded: "Ang..."

The voice trembled, Zhang Fan also felt a headache, and when he panicked, the skull had already shot out of his eyes, if it wasn't for his strong body, he would have been torn apart by the light of his eyes.

He clutched his chest in a dull pain: "It's just a dead ghost!

The mountain lord is very hideous, three hundred years ago he dug up the skull head from an ancient tomb, from its remnants of the divine consciousness to know, this is a demon god from ancient times, he opened a sect here to fool the villagers, so that he willingly worship ten boys and girls every five years, with its purest essence blood to raise the head, resurrect the charm of the skull, get the ancient demon god inheritance.

For more than two hundred years, the skull has had strong divine sense fluctuations, and a complete awakening is just around the corner, but ninety-nine bows have come over, and the result is that it fell on this last trembling.

Sacrificed at a critical moment, so many years of hard work were all in vain, and even this thing was completely abolished and could not be awakened. How to keep him from getting angry, constantly controlling the skull to emit strange powers.

"Hum!" was another magic sound, piercing through the ears and traveling all over the body, even if there was a pseudo-god pattern protection, Zhang Fan's soul was still in great pain. Take out the two-sided snare drum and fight the sound against the sound.

The two voices collided together, and the void revealed the ripples of the water streaks, swaying, and everything in its path turned to powder.

The small drum attacked the Yuan Shen and the soul, which happened to be Zhang Fan's weakest, and now although he resisted the magic sound, the sound of the small drum still made him uncomfortable, the corners of his mouth overflowed with blood, and his face was swollen.

The corner of the sect master's mouth was bleeding, he grasped the skull, and the Yuan Shen was also hit by an unprecedented huge impact, but the two of them carried it on it, and they had to divide the winner.

The skull comes from the ancient demon god, hundreds of years of human blood breeding has regained a strong divine sense, and the two small drums are just good magic weapons, which is stronger and weaker needless to say, under the thirtieth percussion, the two small drums snapped and shattered, Zhang Fan was repelled by the force of the magic weapon explosion more than thirty zhang, and his body almost cracked.

He wiped the blood from his mouth: "You can't hold on anymore!"

The mountain lord was indifferent, but he also stopped his hand, and when he cast a magic sound, he would be shocked to death, rubbing his palm against his skull, and the turquoise soul flame gushed out, like a waterfall rolling towards Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan stepped on the yin and yang steps to escape, if he was swept away by the soul fire, the pseudo-god pattern would not be able to save his soul. When he moved, he sacrificed the silver needle, and Wan Shengshou deduced the mystery, so that the Tianyan needle returned to perfection and flew to the blue sea of soul fire.

"Silence!" the Mountain Lord spat out a mouthful of blood on the skull, more than doubling the fire of his soul, instantly submerging the Tianyan Needle.

Zhang Fan pointed his fingers together: "Xuan finger, pointing to the rivers and mountains, Dingshan and rivers!"

The Xuan Finger, which gathers the strength of the whole body, fully demonstrates the terrifying nature of the Heavenly Rank Exercises, like a finger from above, passing through the eternal silent universe and falling into the world, it squeezes through the clouds and mist to dominate the world, and the soul fire sea is forced to be contained.

"Ahh

Burst!

A cloud of blood mist exploded, and the mountain lord fell completely. His blood and qi were absorbed by the skull, and the turbid blue soul fire inside suddenly changed, becoming more vigorous and even giving birth to a lotus flower, and a terrifying spiritual fluctuation came out: "The god is dead, and the demon is also dead." Oh my God, what the hell is that eye behind the firmament... Ah....the earth has fallen, and all nations have perished. What kind of power is it..."

The skull rushed to the sky and disappeared into the ground, Zhang Fan shook his body and fell into the dust, and said with difficulty: "What the hell is that... Did it really bring him back to life?"

The mountain range where the Red Sect was located was torn apart, and the formation that contained the spiritual energy was gone, and the rich spiritual energy quickly dispersed to fill the spiritual energy deficit in other places.

Zhang Fan lay down for a day and a night, during which he took three century-old medicines. The body finally recovered, and rose from the ground to swallow the aura of heaven and earth and the essence of the sun and the moon: "Haha!"

Exaggerated laughter as a reward for your own victory.

The Red Sect was completely wiped out, and in the magic sound, not even a single corpse was left, and he returned to Jiangling Town through the messy land.

Jiangling Town is more than thirty kilometers away from Chizong, so naturally he didn't see that big battle. But when Zhang Fan appeared on the street, everyone retreated.

On the same day, someone spread the news that the Red Sect was razed to the ground, and the undefeated Divine Court was reduced to nothing. The people of Jiangling Town are in a panic, the gods have been destroyed, the demons have won, and their end has come.

Zhang Fan appeared to stabilize the hearts of the people, and raised his hand to throw out hundreds of small corpses, boys and girls who were robbed of life by the skull, the corpse did not rot for a hundred years, the small corpse was shriveled like dry wood, the skin was purple, and the expression was very hideous, obviously he was inexplicably frightened before he died, Zhang Fan said: "Chizong violated the way of heaven and sacrificed human blood to the evil demons. Here's the proof!!"

Soon someone recognized the little corpse, a white-haired old woman knelt on the ground, carefully picked up the body of a little girl, and cried with tears in her eyes: "Oh my God... I thought you were a god, oh my God..."

More and more people recognized their children, and the children who had become gods in their minds had already become dried corpses. If it weren't for the appearance of Zhang Fan, a young man, God knows how many more people would have died.

Hundreds of years of faith turned out to be wrong, and many people went insane. Zhang Fan naturally would not tolerate this kind of thing, and crossed his knees on the roof and silently recited an ancient scripture.

This is just a meditation method, he is one with the Tao, reciting the meditation method, and the restless Jiangling town quiets down and accepts all this calmly.