Chapter 155: Vision

Deep in the Dead Ze.

"Senior brother, run ......"

Two monks in ragged clothes and embarrassed expressions were walking through the dead river one after the other, looking at the appearance of the two, as if there was some flood beast behind them.

"Two, where is this going?"

Suddenly, a figure stood in front of the two of them, and said lightly.

Behind them, a young man in black also walked out, and a rare smile appeared on his pale face.

"Senior Brother Faxiang, and Senior Brother Fashan, I haven't seen you for a long time!"

Zhang Xiaofan...... You demon, you ...... You've taken refuge in the Demon Cult, what a ...... He also killed several fellow Daoists in the Incense Valley, as well as those senior brothers and sisters who came to the Death Swamp this time, what else is there to say now? A hint of panic flashed in his eyes, and Fashan frowned.

In the past few days, they have simply suffered an unjustified disaster!

After entering the dead water, he was attacked by various poisonous insects and beasts, and then he almost fell into the swamp.

This is not the end, last night when Fashan and the others were resting, suddenly a group of people from the Demon Sect attacked them.

And the leader is Zhang Xiaofan in front of him!

Caught off guard, the disciples of the Incense Valley who were originally traveling together, along with more than a dozen people including Fa Shan, were also killed by the disciples of the Demon Sect one after another......

In the end, there were only two people left, and they escaped by luck, running all the way, but they were still chased up!

As for Faxiang, he also looked at the young man in front of him with a complicated expression, who was born in Caomiao Village, not only fell into the devil's path, but also killed his brothers and sisters, shook his head and said: "Amitabha, Zhang Shizhu, the sea of suffering is endless, turn back to the shore, put down the butcher's knife, and become a Buddha on the spot......"

"Buddha, what is a Buddha?"

When Zhang Xiaofan heard this, he showed a hint of ridicule: "Back then, Puzhi accepted me as an apprentice, and he himself was a senior monk who you kept claiming to be respectful, what was the result?" There are a total of 244 people in 42 households in Caomiao Village, and more than 200 lives, in the eyes of Pu Zhi, it is not even comparable to his way of immortality...... Don't you think it's ironic that you still dare to say that you are compassionate? ”

"Today...... Destroying your group is just the beginning, and one day, I will go to Tianyin Temple in person to recover this blood debt! ”

As soon as these words came out, Fa Xiang's face was also extremely pale.

He wasn't afraid that he would die in the swamp of death, but he was worried that a Zhang Xiaofan who had fallen into the devil's path, coupled with an ever-expanding Hehuan faction, would Tianyin Temple really be able to stop it?

Distress?

Who to call for help?

At the moment of life and death, the Fa Xiang also saw it very clearly.

I'm afraid that by that time, even Qingyunmen and Incense Valley will have no time to take care of themselves.

In other words, even if Qingyunmen, who was able to call for help and lost the Zhuxian Ancient Sword, could it still repeat the scene ten years ago?

The answer is no!

It can be said that if the news in the swamp of death is today, no one has leaked out.

Then the fall of Tianyin Temple is also doomed.

"Amitabha!"

A black stick shadow fell, and Fa Xiang silently closed his eyes and recited the last Buddha name in his life.

"Boom-"

Looking at the corpse in front of him, Ye Chen was not surprised, but played with taste.

"Xiao Fan, if one day, you have to draw a sword against your childhood friends and fellow disciples in the Qingyun Sect, what will you do at that time?"

How?

Zhang Xiaofan lowered his head and looked at the blood-stained soul devouring in his hand, and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

"I ...... There is no turning back. ”

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"Roar—"

In the depths of the dead river, a loud sound like a tiger roaring and a dragon's groan suddenly sounded.

The wind and clouds in the sky are changing and surging at an almost visible speed, the clouds are steaming, and the layers are like roaring and rushing waves, and the sky and the earth change color.

Moments later......

In the depths of the darkness in the distance, a dazzling golden light suddenly rose,

Soon, this light gradually brightened and grew thicker, and turned into an incomparably huge pillar of golden light behind it, roaring, soaring straight into the sky and piercing into the clouds.

In an instant, the sky and the earth were illuminated brightly.

Everywhere there is a golden light, the clouds are golden clouds, and the trees are golden trees!

The golden pillar of light became more and more dazzling and bright, and in the end, it was almost impossible to see, and the sky was even more intense and turbulent, rotating rapidly around the golden pillar of light, forming a huge vortex illuminated by golden light.

Under such a spectacular scene, the heavens and the earth are solemn, as if there is something supreme and noble in the middle, which makes people feel respect.

After a long time, the golden pillar of light slowly stopped, and then quickly weakened.

It comes suddenly, and it goes quickly.

In just a moment, the earth-shattering scene just now has been withdrawn into the darkness like a long whale sucking water.

After the dazzling brilliance, a darkness deeper than just before descended on the earth.

"It's ......"

This scene was also noticed by many people in the dead world.

And Ye Chen also showed a mysterious smile: "The golden mangs are in the world, and the yellow bird will come out...... Now that this golden mang has appeared, it means that the yellow bird that guards the treasure house of the Heavenly Emperor should also appear...... Xiaofan, let's go! ”

"Good!"

In this regard, Zhang Xiaofan did not hesitate.

With the cultivation strength of the two, in this dead world, it can almost be said that they are rampant.

After a long time, I came to a huge forest.

And in this forest, the giant trees are not all rare and rare strange trees.

Among them, there are oak trees, maple trees, locust trees, etc., which can be seen everywhere in the ordinary mountain forests outside of the dead river.

But the strange thing is that the various trees here are so huge that ordinary trees are half the size of the ones in front of them, which is already astonishing, not to mention that so many giant trees are all gathered together.

It's as if ......

There is a strange power that allows these trees to grow and break through their own limitations.

"Funny ......"

Looking at the woods in front of him, Ye Chen only glanced at it curiously for a few times, and then continued to hurry with Zhang Xiaofan.

Time passed quietly, and there was still silence in the woods.

And the trees in the woods, as the two of them go deeper, are also getting thicker and thicker, and there are even six or seven ancient trees that can only be hugged by stout men, and I am afraid that they have at least hundreds of thousands of years of life!

In the deepest part of this forest, a wall stands impressively!

A wooden wall!

The rough texture of the trees, hard and slightly cracked, suddenly protruded from the depths of the mist, and a wooden wall as high as three feet high, as strong and powerful as a dragon, lay deep in the earth.

"What is this?"

The wooden wall in front of him shocked Zhang Xiaofan, who had always been moody, and he was also moved for the first time.

Ye Chen, on the other hand, showed a mysterious smile.

"It's a tree root!"

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