The volcanic island of the Pacific Ocean, the secret base of the six gates of Qinghong.

As usual, when many disciples were working and cultivating, they suddenly heard an earth-shattering roar, which directly rolled up the waves in all directions, and countless fish and shrimp were swept into the void and turned into powder in an instant.

Before everyone woke up from their panic, they saw a white rainbow that pierced through the heavens and the earth, erupting from the volcano and shooting straight into the sky.

In the white rainbow, you can vaguely see that it is a long-haired old man with white hair and white robes, and he is stepping on a five-clawed red dragon that can only be seen in ancient mythology!

"It's ......"

The eyes of countless disciples looked at the sky, and they were terrified!

The Supreme Elder of the Qinghong Sixth Gate, who was sitting cross-legged and cultivating, was suddenly startled, and his whole person trembled with excitement as if he had been struck by lightning!

"Could it be...... It's the True Ancestor!"

"Boom!"

"Roar!"

In just an instant, the five-clawed red dragon landed on the volcanic island with unreasonable lightness, and the temperature around it suddenly soared, and the sea water around the calcanic island was evaporating wildly.

And the Supreme Elder of the Qinghong Six Sects fell to his knees with a snap, and knocked again and again:

"Meet the True Ancestor and congratulate the True Ancestor on cultivating the Immortal Method!"

As soon as he knelt, all the disciples of the entire volcanic island knelt down: "Meet the True Ancestor and congratulate the True Ancestor on cultivating the Immortal Method!"

The white-robed old man was shrouded in a mist, his face looming, and a dragon-like aura surrounded him. Behind him, the five-clawed red dragon turned into a red long sword and landed on his back.

The true ancestor of the six gates of Qinghong!

Six hundred years ago, the earth immortal figures!

Red Sword!

White robe!

Xiao Changsheng!

He is the patriarch of the founder of the Qinghong Six Gates, a figure who lives in legends!

"Get up!" Xiao Changsheng said lightly, as if there was a thunderbolt flashing when he spoke, his words and deeds.

When it fell, the heavens and the earth changed color.

"Hibernate today, old friends should also come out to meet!"

The sky seemed to be torn apart at this moment, and nine streamers robbed the world of brilliance and dotted the stars!

Seeing this, the disciples of the six sects of Qinghong kowtowed again and again, and they were very surprised!

Southeast Continent, the Dead Sea, a mysterious island.

Straddling between the Korean Union and the Sun Kingdom, it is only a few thousand square meters in size, and it has been surrounded by a terrible fog, and even satellite detection tools cannot really dissect the true face of the island.

But there aren't many people who really know the existence of this island, and the demon god Yaqi is one of them.

He conjured up his body and lay on the island.

A middle-aged man in a gray robe, who looked like a Taoist priest, walked out of the fog leisurely, and when he looked closely, there was no movement under his feet, as if the space was moving forward.

"I wish the master a thousand years and eternal life. ”

The gray figure raised his hand slightly, and a fresh breeze lifted the eight qi.

After a long time, the gray figure sighed faintly:

"In the spring and autumn of eight hundred years, you have also achieved the realm of cave void. ”

"No matter what the realm is, the eight are the mounts of the master, and they were, were, and will be. Is it because of the changes in the heavens?" asked Yaqi cautiously.

"The old man was invited, and he had to go back. ”

The gray figure said lightly, and his gaze looked at the end of the ocean for a long time.

Su Ji Wu Zun!

One exists long since disappeared from mythology.

In the Thai Imperial Palace, many gods of faith knelt on the ground, trembling.

In the endless golden light, there was an old man with kind eyebrows sitting cross-legged, his eyebrows and eyes were peaceful, like an old monk in meditation.

White Bitter Monk!

In the Taibai Mountains of the Xia Kingdom, a void cracked.

A middle-aged man stepped out of the void, he was wearing a simple Xiucai robe, carrying a long sword, his face was handsome, with a hint of elegance. Although the man seemed to be a weak literati, his eyes were like a dragon dancing.

When he walked out, countless creatures below seemed to be under terrible coercion, and they all crawled to the ground, not daring to move.

The king of the sword, Simon has no sword!

A sword book, these long-reclusive powerhouses have returned, and at the same time gathered on the volcanic island of the Taiyang.

Their appearance immediately rolled up a monstrous wave, the entire dark world and the great powers in the world were shaken, these are super old monsters that have disappeared for hundreds of years, anyone who comes out can exist as an enemy country, even the strongest United States cannot face these strong people.

All of them are void and perfect existences!

"Old Devil Zhou can't come......"

The voice of the bitter monk Baidu was calm, but his eyes were full of cold light: "He was forced into a desperate situation by Zhang Fan, and under the catastrophe, it is difficult to survive." ”

"This son was born in response to the great luck of heaven and earth, got the powerful inheritance, and took the luck of the land of the gods, even if it was Zhang Zhenren five hundred years ago, it was difficult to compare with him a thousand years ago Zhuduan Immortal Jun ......"

Xiao Changsheng's eyes were full of murderous intent: "You should all understand that there is only so much luck in the world, and now it is occupied by that Zhang Fan, I am afraid that our Xianmen Heavenly Road has been extinct." ”

"Hehe, Zhang Zhenren was invincible in the world back then, and he was also a peerless existence in the Kunlun Ruins, but unfortunately it didn't fall into the hands of the five of us? ”

Su Wuzun sneered and said: "What's more, he insulted my country ten years ago, no matter what, I won't let him go." ”

"Country?hehe......"

Ximen Wujian sneered: "Su Wuzun, we have reached the realm of you and me, why bother with these chaste archways? This son must have a big secret, and even has the treasure of heaven and earth, after killing him, how to divide the treasures?"

As soon as Simon Wujian's words came out, everyone fell silent.

They stepped back to the mundane world, and instead of going directly to the Zhou Demon World to help Zhou Lao Mo, it was worth considering that they gathered on the Taiyang Volcanic Island.

"Hehe, shouldn't you behead Zhang Fan first and then plan?"

The white monk said calmly.

"Old Demon Zhou has three lifetime bodies, and if he fights Zhang Fan to the death, even if Zhang Fan can win, it will be a tragic victory, and it is impossible for us to survive together. "Su Ji Wuzun is very confident.

"It's useless to talk more, let's go over first! Let's observe the true power of the Ninety-Nine Tribulation!" Xiao Changsheng waved his sleeves, and everyone turned into streamers with him and suddenly shot towards Yue Lao.

When the news of the successful appearance of the cave broke out, the forces related to the Xia Kingdom also quickly operated, and the video of the battle between Zhang Fan and the Demon Lord of the Canghai Sea was promoted at the signal of Li Guodong. The Zhangjia family in Northern Province advocated that Jun Xiao and Li Guodong had a secret meeting, and reached some kind of agreement, and a Zhangjia sect belonging to the official Xia State was quietly formed, opening a plan for the whole people to cultivate the truth.

And the reason for all this is because of Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan is facing the biggest challenge in his life at this moment!

(End of chapter)