Huang Xi Daoren's mood was slightly complicated, he came to intercept Zhang Fan, it was nothing more than to get the treasure on his body and find an opportunity to return to the psychic realm, his origin injury could not be recovered from some anti-heaven elixir.

Who knew that he would provoke a vision of ancient power, and he didn't know whether he should be happy or regret it at this time.

People with this kind of vision have atmospheric luck themselves, and it is normal for them to have some heavenly and earthly treasures on their bodies, but it is precisely because of their atmospheric luck that such people rarely fall halfway.

And he has already said that he is dead, and he has threatened to destroy his whole family, and he is estimated to be immortal.

Zhang Fan's expression was cold, his family was his counter-scale, he couldn't forget that in the four years when he was depressed, his parents broke their hearts for him, and his grandfather and grandfather almost lost the entire family for him.

"Death, old thief!"

A metallic sea of bitterness swept in, and a ghost screamed and turned into a shadow hovering above.

Huang Xi Daoist controlled the remnant lamp to meet the attack, and at this time, there was no room for turn.

Although only half of the remnant lamp is left, it has terrifying fluctuations, which belongs to the psychic realm.

'Boom'

The place exploded, and the aftermath spread out to the surrounding area, destroying a large area of woodland.

Zhang Fan's eyes froze, and sure enough, the bitter sea golden lotus was blocked, this was not because the vision was not strong, but because his own realm was not enough.

Huang Xi Daoist spurted out a mouthful of blood, his face was ugly, and the shocking vision was really extraordinary, with the energy of the secret realm and the remnant lamp he controlled, the result was that he vomited blood and retreated, seemingly blocked, but he actually suffered a lot of internal injuries.

He knew that he had to fight hard, otherwise he would definitely fall here, he was once one of the strongest monks in this area, but now he was forced by a junior in a secret realm.

Huang Xidao's hands were sealed, and the sound of scripture chanting came out of his mouth, accompanied by the violent vibration of the surrounding aura, as if a fierce beast was resurrected.

Zhang Fan rushed forward to interrupt Huang Xi Daoren, although he didn't understand what was happening, there would be nothing wrong with that terrifying aura fluctuation.

However, it was too late after all, and there was a faint light on the residual lamp, but the power was far greater than before.

"Boy, at the cost of five hundred years of life, the old man will be re-enthroned in the psychic realm, and he will die. ”

At this moment, Huang Xidao had a great majesty on his body, and he was the same as before.

"Hmph, but the strength of the first entry into the psychic realm, when I haven't killed it?"

Zhang Fan's eyes widened, and he punched forward bravely, accompanied by a sea of bitterness and swept away.

However, the light of the fire on the residual lamp flickered slightly, blocking him three feet away.

"Broken !!"

Zhang Fan exerted his strength again, and hit dozens of punches in an instant, and the light flickered and almost went out.

Huang Xi Daoist took out a sharp sword, and the sword was as fast as lightning, this is a superb treasure.

'Huh'

The bitter sea churned, forming a curtain to block the attack of the sword, and then a fist was struck out of the bitter sea.

'Bang'

Zhang Fan's fist collided violently with one of Huang Xidao's outstretched palms, and the two of them retreated one after another.

He shook his arm, which was a little numb, and stepped forward again.

But Huang Xi Daoren frowned, and in the collision just now, there was already blood flowing between his palms and fingers.

"The physical body has really cultivated to the extreme. ”

He couldn't believe it, at the cost of five hundred years of lifespan, he used a secret method to return to the psychic realm, but he didn't take advantage of it at all, and he was at a disadvantage the whole time, how did this kid cultivate, he was only sixteen!

"Sure enough, it's a demon, and I must save you today. ”

The sword slashed and pushed the palm, and several spells were played by him.

But Zhang Fan broke it with one force, let you use thousands of spells, and I will break it with one punch.

The two of them killed until the sky was dark, the life was extinguished for several miles, and the surrounding beasts fled, which was really too terrifying.

Zhang Fan always had the upper hand, although he was also injured, but it was not a big problem, if it wasn't for Huang Xidao's half of the residual lamp to support, he would have been killed by him.

The strength of Huang Xi Dao is much worse than that of the seawater incarnation of the Ninth Trial Island, but his strength is much stronger than before, so he can always suppress Huang Xi Dao people.

The remnant lamp fell in the air, as if Shenyue had descended, and the bitter sea rolled and set off waves, but the next moment the waves struck backwards, shaking the remnant lamp.

The more he fought, the more shocked Huang Xidao felt in his heart, he was suppressed from beginning to end, and he didn't have the slightest upper hand, he couldn't believe it.

As if he had made up his mind, Huang Xidaoren's eyes revealed a resolute look, and he slapped his palm on his chest, and a mouthful of essence blood spurted out and sprinkled on the residual lamp.

The bright light on the remnant lamp forced the bitter sea backwards, and then crashed into Zhang Fan, accompanied by a terrifying aura.

Zhang Fan dodged and dodged, but his scalp instantly became numb, and the cold hairs on his body stood on end, and he instantly reunited with the sea of bitterness in front of him.

'Boom'

The remnant lamp exploded, and the power was terrifying, and the bitter sea that turned into a ninth-layer instantly collapsed, and a powerful energy hit Zhang Fan's body.

'Poof'

Zhang Fan flew out upside down, and a rain of blood sprinkled through.

And Huang Xidao was not having a good time, his heart trembled, he almost fell, and a mouthful of black blood splattered several feet away from his mouth.

"Old dog!"

Zhang Fan half-knelt on the ground, gritting his teeth.

One of his left arms was boneless, and he had several horrific wounds on his body.

The bitter sea behind him has become a lot more faint, not as solid as before.

He didn't expect Huang Xi Daoist to let the spirit weapon explode by itself, and at that moment he felt the threat of death.

"Little brute, you're not dead!"

Huang Xi Daoren was even more shocked, as a spellcaster, he was almost robbed, and there was not one in ten essences and blood in his body.

"Die for me, old fellow!"

Zhang Fan was too cruel to himself, he forcibly gathered the bitter sea and covered his left arm, and used the bitter sea to replace the flesh and blood statue.

Huang Xidao held a sword in his hand to meet the attack, and the two fought again.

Zhang Fan's blood and qi were churning, and after the Taiyin True Water refining body, the power of his physical body seemed to be endless, and the space shook with a wave of his hand, and there were bursts of muffled sounds.

After a hundred rounds, Huang Xi Daoren shook for a while, his momentum on his body was greatly reduced, and he fell into the secret realm all of a sudden, and he fell down with the realm of the secret method, and the time for the secret method to be maintained was up.

"No !!"

He shouted, he was not Zhang Fan's opponent in the psychic realm, let alone now.

Zhang Fan smashed the sword in his hand with a punch, and then smashed it on him.

'Poof'

The upper half of Huang Xidao's body turned into a cloud of blood mist and exploded, and the lower half of his body fell to the ground.

Zhang Fan gasped and sat cross-legged on the spot and began to heal.

He was afraid for a while, if it weren't for the sea of bitterness to resist, he would have died tragically on the spot.

The real psychic realm cultivator is really terrifying, his strength is obviously not as good as the seawater incarnation in the sea of trials, and his own strength is far beyond before, just with the addition of half a broken spiritual weapon, he can fight and almost die a tragic death.

If a true psychic realm cultivator was holding an intact spiritual weapon, what kind of power would it be? I couldn't imagine it.