Nansu Old Immortal is an evil cultivator, although his cultivation is not simple, but the reason why he really survives for a hundred years is because of his character!

Caution!

The longer the lifespan, the more timid they are in the face of danger than the average person, because they have tasted more life, so they are more afraid of losing a long life.

The speed of Nansu Old Immortal's instant explosion made Zhang Fan also stunned, a person who had barely stepped into the innate speed could surpass the innate speed limit and get infinitely close to the early stage of Jindan.

Zhang Fan's eyes moved, and a majestic and terrifying aura suddenly came from his divine thoughts, making him give up the idea of directly sacrificing his natal flying knife to kill the old immortal of Nansu.

The body of the fallen Demon Venerable suddenly exploded at this moment, and the demon disciple who had already died stood up again as if he had been lost, emitting a strange black mist all over his body, condensing towards the sky above the Qin Dao Gate.

The entire Heaven and Earth of Qin Dao Sect seemed to be shrouded in some kind of power, and a cold and evil aura gradually condensed, as if Fang Yuan had been turned into another space.

This is not a power that ordinary monks can condense.

"You guys stand back first!" Zhang Fan's expression flickered, and an incomparably powerful aura rose from his body, and three streamers that condensed his true yuan submerged into Zhang Ping's three people's bodies.

"Xiao Fan?!"

Zhang Ping and the three of them also felt the changes in heaven and earth, and inexplicable fear began to emerge in their hearts, and every breath seemed to be able to swallow what they were afraid of, and sometimes blurred and sometimes clear pictures began to appear in their minds.

"Let's retreat, don't let Xiao Fan be distracted!" Dongfang Bai's expression changed slightly, and he pulled the two of them back quickly.

In the blink of an eye, the ancient and vast aura condensed in the sky above Qinshan Gate.

"Is this the power of faith?"

Zhang Fan's soul was impacted by a trace of spiritual power, his divine thoughts suddenly broke open, and his eyes looked coldly at the image condensed in the void.

In his previous life, Zhang Fan had heard legends about ancient myths.

In the East, there is a group of Qi Refiners who can destroy the heavens and the earth and slash the stars, and in other ancient realms, there are also existences that mortals cannot match, they are called 'gods'.

However, myths are myths after all, and they are too far away from modern times.

Zhang Fan was still hanging in the air, quietly watching the illusion condensed in the void.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Three huge sounds exploded in Zhang Fan's mind.

Zhang Fan frowned slightly: "This is an attack on Zhihai?"

The next moment, a ghost and god illusion appeared in the sky, and the ghost and god illusion continued to condense, with a hideous mask, all black, and a pair of eyes showing scarlet.

Behind him, his fleshy wings as black as ink suddenly spread, holding a golden scepter in one hand and a blood-colored shield in the other.

As soon as he appeared, the entire space seemed to be in darkness, and the violent spiritual power turned into stormy waves and rushed towards Zhang Fan.

At this moment, Zhang Fan seemed to be in the boundless darkness, and countless dense worship voices sounded around him, the voices were men and women, old and young, but there was no figure in sight, but above the darkness there was a 'strange god' that exuded a strange red glow.

"Cultist!"

A loud bang came from all directions, carrying countless echoes: "Evil man!"

"Cultist!"

"Cultist!"

This kind of voice did not come to his mind through the eardrums, but exploded directly from his mind, but Zhang Fan's expression remained unchanged, still looking indifferently at the strange gods in the dark.

Immediately, the strange god Huo Ran shook with one hand, and the golden scepter suddenly turned into a space shuttle and attacked Zhang Fan.

"Just a fantasy wants to confuse me, too? You can't help but underestimate this Demon Lord!"

In the face of such an earth-shattering majesty, Zhang Fan's face did not change, but sneered.

Because he clearly knew that this was just an illusory space created by the strange gods using their spiritual power, and it could never be real.

If you want to achieve spatial teleportation, not to mention that this strange god doesn't have such an ability, even a Tribulation Monk can't do it.

If it were an ordinary Jindan pre-stage monk, he might not be as unaffected as Zhang Fan, but who was he? He was a tribulation monk who had experienced the Ninety-Nine Tribulations, and everything in front of him was not one or two grades worse than the Heart Demon Realm.

"Broken!"

Zhang Fan shouted, and an inch of light came out of thin air, bringing up a long, extremely condensed white essence, directly tearing the darkness in half, just like a dark room suddenly opened the curtains, and the entire sky cracked a huge opening, and suddenly brightened.

"Sting!"

The illusion came to naught in an instant, and Zhang Fan fell outside the Qindaomen hall again.

Just in an instant, the sound of countless explosions roared in the depths of his soul, and the voice of worship seemed to carry the power of heaven and earth to impact Zhang Fan's soul round after round.

"What a magic sound!"

As soon as Zhang Fan thought about it, the natal flying knife burst out of his body with a 'bang', exceeding the speed that the naked eye could capture, and cracked the space in the sky, and the devouring power of the endless void incorporated the condensed illusion into the rift.

His figure was still standing in the air, but his face turned a lot paler at this moment.

"Heaven Swallowing Demon Skill!"

Zhang Fan condensed his divine thoughts, and incorporated all the demonic sounds that exploded in the depths of his soul into his divine thoughts.

He's hurt!

After returning from rebirth, Zhang Fan was injured in the real sense of the word for the first time.

After a moment, Zhang Fan opened his eyes again.

"No wonder in ancient times, this kind of 'god' that condensed the power of faith and ignited the divine fire could rival the immortal cultivators!" Zhang Fan's eyes revealed enlightenment.

The monk strengthens his body by absorbing the aura of heaven and earth, constantly going against the sky, breaking through the shackles of natural laws and heaven and earth again and again, and becoming stronger, which can be said to be fighting against the nature of heaven and earth.

Just now, what Zhang Fan was facing was not this divine spirit at all, what he was facing was all the beliefs that worshiped this god, and those believers were all born between this heaven and earth, they followed the laws of heaven and earth, natural laws, and all had a trace of power that belonged to this heaven and earth.

When the power of heaven and earth merges together, it is the time for true power to explode.

What really hurt Zhang Fan was the power of heaven and earth that exploded in this instant.

"However, it is only a remnant of the world. Zhang Fan devoured the magic sound and slowly analyzed it and came up with the answer.

It should be like the monks of Kunlun Ruins, beyond the range that the world can bear, and escape into other different dimensions.

"It's a pity that the growth of these gods, who rely on the power of faith, is not too high. ”

Zhang Fan understood with a little pranayama.

The monks were definitely inferior to these gods in the early stage, because it was impossible for a weak monk to face the power of heaven and earth, just as it was difficult for a monk in the Tribulation Period to face the Ninety-Nine Tribulations.

But in the face of eight or nine heavenly tribulations, it is an understatement.

And the power of the gods is at the limit of heaven and earth, once the monk breaks the shackles of heaven and earth and survives the ninety-nine tribulations, then even if he gathers the power of heaven and earth in this world, he will not be able to help him.