As soon as the Snow Ridge Gu Sect Master died, the remaining combat power of the entire cottage was almost exhausted, and the Gu worms in the sky also lost their hosts, and they suddenly turned into powder like soot and wind.

Zhang Fan's battle made the Yuan Infant Monk below have a lot of thoughts, since stepping into Xiuzhen, his lifespan has been extended, his fighting mode has changed, and he is used to using long-range True Yuan attacks, but he has forgotten the most primitive hand-to-hand combat!

Hundreds of miles away from the mountains and others stood in place, unable to wake up for a long time.

And Zhang Fan didn't pay too much attention to it, some things are like this, you understand, you understand, you don't understand, no matter how you explain it, it's meaningless, if you have to define it: this is called understanding.

"Kill!"

The other Jindan and innate coalition forces did not stagnate, there were comrades around them who sacrificed and friends died, these hatreds were in front of them, and blood was the most stimulating thing, even if the remaining cottages were some low, even fragile ordinary people, they did not show the slightest mercy, some hatred, and they needed to repay it with blood and life.

The battle of the cottage was almost over, Zhang Fan stepped straight up from the void with his hand, he let Fang Zilin stay below, and the battle above was no longer something that Yuan Ying could face.

With one step, the void seemed to shorten the distance, and in the blink of an eye, Zhang Fan had already appeared on the top of Cloud Mountain!

"Trespasser on Yunshan is a capital offense!"

Zhang Fan just passed through the canopy of heaven and landed in front of the pyramid, at the door of the pyramid, there was a row of blood-colored long knife men with stiff faces, all of them had a strict bearing and a deep source of mana, and they were all strong people above the late stage of Jindan. One of them glanced at Zhang Fan, snorted coldly, and said murderously.

"I'm here to kill. ”

Chen Fan raised his head and showed a gentle smile, as if he was talking about a simple matter of eating and sleeping!

As soon as he said this, this group of men with long knives with stiff faces were also stunned.

"What!"

They never seem to have heard such an opening statement!

Pity!

They won't hear it anymore!

When Zhang Fan opened his mouth, he had already condensed the Void Flying Knife, which directly turned into a streamer and killed everyone, and the Jindan realm was like a chicken and duck in front of him, and he didn't even have the ability to react.

......

At this time, in the center of a huge hall in the pyramid, many Yunshan monks knelt down in front of the demon statue, led by the old master of the Ten Thousand Beasts Gate, Nansu Old Immortal.

Behind him were four old men in the same blood-colored robes. Each of these four people breathed like a mountain and a sea, exuding a cold and ghostly smell.

They are all in the early stage of the gods!

Such a strong man also knelt down in front of the demon statue, which shows how terrible the young man under the statue is!

His face is like the moon, and he is handsome!

The eyes slowly opened at this moment!

It was a pair of eyes as red as blood!

The moment the eyes opened, the momentum was like a dragon rippling open, and the monks below pressed their foreheads to the ground, this breath was like a bottomless abyss, unfathomable, as if they could hear the roar of the demon god and the scream of the ghost!

He is the Lord of the South!

"Congratulations to the master for his success in condensing his soul! At this point, his soul is perfect, and he will ascend to the supreme position, dominate the world, and live forever!" Nansu Old Immortal flattered in a hoarse voice.

This body is not the Lord of the South!

For he is an ancient remnant, reborn!

"Nansu, you did a good job this time, the three thousand souls you collected are just enough for the Saint to condense the Divine Soul! Especially the soul woman you sacrificed is still a virgin, after the Saint melts the Yuan Yuan and swallows her Primal Baby, she will definitely be able to break through the void and ascend!"

The lips of the Lord of the Southern Realm did not move, and the voice resounded directly from all directions:

"Whatever you want, just ask. ”

The old immortal of Nansu was overjoyed when he heard this, raised his head slightly, and hurriedly flattered: "It is the honor of our slaves to be able to do things for our masters, how dare I ask for any reward?"

His voice paused slightly: "It's just that this He Qingqing is that Zhang Fan's friend, it is said that this person has returned to mortal dust, and even the god powerhouse is not his opponent!"

Zhang Fan!

As soon as this name was spoken, many slaves were stunned.

Ten years ago, these two words were earth-shattering ghosts and gods, even if they were far away in the deep mountains and cloud realms, they had heard of it, and they suppressed a country with the power of one person, what a style!

But now!

The Demon Lord of the Canghai sneered: "Zhang Fan, it's just a mundane cultivation, it's nothing ......."

"The Demon Lord is very right, with the master here, why should Nansu be afraid? You couldn't have escaped from his hands back then, if it were me, you wouldn't have been able to escape......"

Mr. Ghost Dance's eyes flashed with ghostly fire, and he said confidently: "I'll go down the mountain with you another day and kill that Zhang Fan." "The Demon Lord of the Sea and Mr. Ghost Dance have appeared around the Lord of the Southern Realm, they are the Lord of the Southern Realm, they have survived for hundreds of years, and they have never stepped out of the top of the Cloud Mountain!

"Mr. Ghost Dance makes a move, so naturally he will be able to catch it!"

Nansu Old Immortal hurriedly thanked him, the Demon Lord of the Canghai Sea and Mr. Ghost Dance were both strong men in the early stage of the Cave Void, and they were enough to suppress one side in the world, not to mention that there was an incomparably terrifying Lord of the Southern Realm behind them!

Thinking of this, the apprehension in the heart of the old immortal of Nansu suddenly calmed down.

"Alright, get up!"

As soon as the voice of the Lord of the Southern Realm fell, the old immortal of Nansu and the others wanted to get up!

"Boom!"

A loud bang came!

When their eyes were fixed, they saw the gate of the hall flying directly sideways, and the large iron gate weighing several tons flew straight like a playing card, instantly passing the neck of a large white flower, and then immediately after, the corpses of the disciples of the Hundred Beast Sect on the periphery fell in response, and blood flowed everywhere.

"Bastard, who is it!, who actually came to the top of Cloud Mountain to spread wild?" Nansu Old Immortal was suddenly furious, shot over, and slapped his palm at the iron gate!

Suddenly, the powerful True Yuan exploded!

The entire iron gate was like glass smashed into stone, and instantly shattered and scattered!

The other disciples also stood up one after another, their faces full of anger and arrogance, and their eyes were as cold as snakes staring at the gate behind them.

Since the existence of the top of Cloud Mountain, there has never been any existence who dares to open the door, everyone is hideous and abnormal, this kind of behavior is even more terrible than looking for death!

Because!

In the hands of the Lord of the South, even death is a luxury!

Just as they let out a sneer!

A leisurely voice came from the gate:

"Nansu old immortal, the old man came to visit, why didn't he come out to receive his death?"

I saw a young man walking leisurely in the smoke and dust, with his hands behind his back, completely ignoring the momentum of the explosion of many strong men, as if he was walking in the park.

The moment he saw the young man, Nansu Old Immortal's pupils shrank suddenly, and he shouted out in a lost voice:

"It's you?"

Without waiting for the old immortal of Nansu to finish speaking, one of the strange men with runes on his face shot out, his hands condensed terrifying flames, and he threw himself at Zhang Fan with a strange laugh: "Even if you dare to be presumptuous, give me death!"

"Be careful! He's Zhang Fan!"

Nansu Lao Xian reminded suddenly, but unfortunately it was too late!

The strange man's palms slapped on Zhang Fan's body truthfully, and there was immediately a strong resistance, as if he was slapped on an immortal weapon!

In an instant!

The knife slashes through the smoke and dust!

The skull flies out!

"Kill people by leapfrogging!"

The pupils of the people present shrank suddenly, but they didn't expect the existence of Yuan Ying to die instantly!

"It's kind of interesting!"

Even the Lord of the South was amazed!

The corpse was thrown aside like garbage, Zhang Fan patted the smoke and dust on his sleeve, and his eyes fixed on the lord of the southern realm:

"The Husk of Snatching?"

(End of chapter)