That's right! Lao Tzu is your Grandpa Xia Fan!"

When Xue Mingshan and the others recognized Xia Fan.

Almost at the same time.

Xia Fan suddenly flashed in front of the other party, and smashed into Xue Mingshan's Tianling Gai with a punch, not giving the other party a chance to react at all.

Buzz –

Perhaps Xue Mingshan didn't expect Xia Fan's appearance, let alone that he would do it directly on such an occasion without saying a word.

Although his reaction was a beat slower.

But Xue Mingshan's talisman did not.

Because the talisman magic weapon had been automatically activated the moment it sensed the danger, it formed a layer of earthy yellow shield like an eggshell on Xue Mingshan's body.

For any monk.

Talisman magic weapons are indispensable existences.

There is no magic weapon.

At the very least, you have to have a magic weapon.

It's nothing more than a dangerous moment, and the talisman magic weapon can often save one's life.

It's like body armor.

Small-caliber bullets can't penetrate, and large-caliber bullets can't defend against them.

But in any case, it has some effect.

Pity.

The magic weapon shield that protected Xue Mingshan was like papier-mâché under Xia Fan's fist, and it easily shattered into a sky of yellow starlight, without causing any hindrance to the fist he smashed down.

Bang –

Moment.

Xue Mingshan's head burst open like a watermelon.

Xia Fan knows.

This punch will not cost Xue Mingshan's life.

Even if he has no head, as long as the golden pill is not broken, the monk will be able to save his life.

But that's it.

The other side also temporarily lost its combat effectiveness.

But this was originally Xia Fan's plan.

It is not difficult to kill Xue Mingshan.

The problem is that it will undoubtedly take some effort to completely kill Xue Mingshan.

And this time is enough for the others to react and join hands to attack Xia Fan, in order to avoid the situation of falling into a siege to the greatest extent.

Therefore, Xia Fan had to scrap as many as he could before everyone reacted, so as to greatly reduce the pressure he was facing.

Anyway, the scrapped people are already fish on the chopping board.

After he got rid of the others, he would naturally be able to clean them up easily.

After a punch smashed Xue Mingshan's head.

Xia Fan didn't hesitate at all, and flashed towards the next goal.

Face the Martial Saint in close quarters.

Especially the martial saint who has already stepped into the realm of human immortals with most of his feet.

How could the monks of the various sects on the stage be able to resist Xia Fan.

In a blink of an eye.

More than half of the monks of the various sects on the stage made Xia Fan blow his head one after another.

"Kill him!"

As for those monks of the various sects who fled from the platform in time and flew into the air, they came back to their senses with lingering palpitations.

Immediately, someone shouted loudly in a voice that resounded through the mountain pass.

However.

The sudden change had already caused the entire venue to be in turmoil, and it was impossible to form an effective attack or threat.

As soon as he gave the order, he saw the sparse magic weapon smashed towards Xia Fan on the stage.

Who knew that Xia Fan directly picked up two headless monks who had lost their combat effectiveness from the ground and blocked them in front of him.

"Shameless!"

Seeing this, someone couldn't help but roar angrily, estimating that the headless monk that Xia Fan picked up as a shield was the other party's fellow disciple.

Face the myriad of magic weapons.

How can a monk whose physical strength is far inferior to that of a martial artist withstand it.

After a crackling smash came down.

The two headless monks in Xia Fan's hands were already miserable, and the aura on their bodies had weakened to an extreme.

In order not to make them more miserable.

Therefore, Xia Fan very neatly broke the golden pill in their bodies, and casually threw their corpses towards the monks in the audience like cannonballs, and at the same time turned around and picked up the other headless monks who had lost their combat effectiveness again.

What a meat shield.

Don't waste it.

This behavior undoubtedly made the other monks hesitate.

"Look at the spider king's web of the poor road!"

At this time.

A Jindan Realm monk in mid-air suddenly sacrificed a magic weapon the size of a handkerchief and threw it towards the stage.

In the twinkling of an eye.

This handkerchief magnified countless times and shrouded Xia Fan below.

"You want to trap me, too?"

When the spider king's web cover is down.

Instead of dodging, Xia Fan also threw away the headless monk in his hand, he raised his head to the sky and opened his five fingers to grasp the Spider King's web glowing with silver light, accompanied by a low roar, only to see Xia Fan's body swell a little, and at the same time, the hands that grabbed the spider king's web tore hard to both sides.

"Open it for me!"

In an instant.

That spider king web actually made Xia Fan tear it apart directly.

And the Jindan monks who were manipulating the spider king's web turned pale suddenly, obviously causing the backlash of the magic weapon damage.

Looks like.

This spider king web should be the opponent's natal magic weapon.

Naturally, the others were not idle.

When Xia Fan dropped their fellow Daoist and tore the spider king's web.

Each of them seized the opportunity to show Xia Fan their attack magic weapons, and some of them even tried to sneak up on the stage to rescue the headless monks who had lost their combat effectiveness.

"Good time!"

Xia Fan didn't flinch at all.

With a high fighting spirit, he threw a punch at the magic weapon that was coming at him.

Hard-hitting?

He just wants to vent it out happily!

Bang –

Suddenly.

The fist that shattered the layers of space collided violently with the magic weapon that shone with countless brilliance, and the resulting huge energy fluctuations swept through the entire mountain col in an instant.

All the monks present who lacked cultivation all changed their faces, and the talisman weapons on their bodies were automatically activated, but they still let the aftermath of the collision between the two shake their hearts and minds, and many of them even turned pale and spat blood.

"It's so strong!"

Distance.

When Xia Fan stepped on the stage and made waves.

Ge Minghong had quietly retreated to a safe enough place.

But his attention was always firmly fixed on Xia Fan, and he didn't know how many different colors flashed in his eyes.

watched the scene of Xia Fan showing his might on the stage.

Ge Minghong's face strangely showed a look of regret.

But except for himself.

No one knew what was going on in his mind.

"Is he alright?"

When the aftermath dissipates.

Although Xia Fan looked quite embarrassed, he still stood on the stage with his waist straight.

"Then it was my turn. ”

Xia Fan looked indifferently at the solemn expressions of the monks in mid-air, and then moved his hands and feet as if nothing happened.

The next moment.

His body moved.

Immediately afterwards, the headless monks on the stage who had lost their combat effectiveness all flew towards the monks in mid-air.

"Bad ......"

Face the headless monk flying in.

In mid-air, there were monks who seemed to realize that something was wrong.

But Xia Fan won't give them time to think.

When those headless monks all asked Xia Fan to kick the monks in mid-air.

He himself flashed into the past.

"No!"

Whether or not he catches the headless monk kicked by Xia Fan.

For the slightest moment, they were dead.

A battle of life and death.

Often, one detail can make the difference between victory and defeat.

What's more, it is Xia Fan, who has now entered the realm of immortals with most of his feet.

This time.

Xia Fan's attack methods were extremely violent.

As long as he catches someone and takes him away, he won't give the other party a chance to escape and blow himself up.

Time.

The blood of the Jindan Realm cultivators was sprinkled all over the audience.

Many of the monks saw that the situation was not good, and fled far away.

In fact, if they join forces, they may not be able to resist Xia Fan.

However, Xia Fan appeared too hastily.

As soon as he made a move, he directly abolished Xue Mingshan, the leader of the gang alliance, and lost the backbone, and they were more of each other's own battles, scattered sand, and there was no tacit understanding to cooperate at all.

Again.

Xia Fan is also an invincible martial artist in close combat.

without pulling away enough from a safe distance.

They both knew the horror of facing a close-range martial artist, not to mention that he was still a martial cultivator half a realm higher than them.

Ultimately.

After Xia Fan began to kill all sides.

These monks who participated in the alliance decided not to mix in this muddy water and just slipped away.

Anyway, after the fact, the White Cloud Sect and other sects would not hold them accountable.

After all, the person was killed by Xia Fan.

What's the matter with them?

"From today onwards, any sect or monk who dares to come and invade the Nether Realm is my enemy, as long as I know that you are involved, Lao Tzu will find your sect one by one!"

When the monks in the col were scattered.

Xia Fan, who was stagnant in mid-air and had no one by his side, couldn't help but take a deep breath and shouted.

Moment.

He slowly descended to the devastated ground.

As for the platform with a faint sheen, it still stood in place, and even though there was such a fierce battle just now, the platform did not show the slightest sign of damage.

I just don't know if this platform is the magic weapon of which unlucky ghost on the stage just now.

Before he could use it, he let Xia Fan hammer to death.

"Up!"

Xia Fan walked to the front of the stage.

With one hand, the entire platform was lifted into the air.

And after the platform was lifted off, the root door hidden under the platform was suddenly revealed.

"Yo, it's been fixed again?"

Look at the two familiar coiling dragon stone pillars and the black vortex formed in the center.

Xia Fan raised his eyebrows and stepped forward.

"Sure enough, no. ”

He tentatively reached out his hand to the black vortex.

As a result, the black vortex violently vibrated violently, as if it could collapse and annihilate at any time.

It seems that he really can't go back to the Nether.

on this.

Xia Fan shook his head, and raised his hand to destroy the Coiling Dragon Stone Pillar.

"Friends of the Dao, please keep your hands!"

Grog.

Ge Minghong's anxious voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"You haven't left yet?"

Xia Fan had long known that Ge Minghong had not left the mountain pass, but he did not take the other party to heart.

But he didn't go to him, he took the initiative to come to the door instead?

Isn't he afraid of himself?

"Give me a reason. ”

Xia Fan said without looking back.

"Because the poor Dao wants to go to the Nether to have a look. ”

Ge Minghong slowly stepped forward with a calm expression.

"Have you forgotten what I just said?"

Xia Fan said indifferently.

"Of course, but poor roads are an exception. ”

Ge Minghong still said calmly.

"Exceptions?"

Xia Fan finally turned his head to look at Ge Minghong, who had only one side.

"Because...... Like you, Poor Dao was born in the Nether. ”

Ge Minghong looked directly into Xia Fan's eyes and said.

"Huh......?

Xia Fan was stunned when he heard this, and instantly thought of something.

"Yes, back then, Poor Dao was the nether monk who let the celestial man played by Jinyang Sect trick him into this world. ”

Ge Minghong couldn't help but say with a complicated face.

"It wasn't until the Cangyuan Sect and other sects joined forces to destroy the Jinyang Sect that the poor Dao who survived was able to regain their freedom, but unfortunately, because the Cangyuan Sect and other sects have always occupied the relationship between the Root Gate, even if the Poor Dao wants to go back to the Nether, it can't go back, and it wasn't until you appeared that everything took a turn......

“...... Interesting. ”

After Xia Fan heard this, his eyes unconsciously looked carefully at Ge Minghong, who had never been treated well by him.

"After all these years, you're a bit of a mess. ”

"It's not a secret, because the poor Dao has made the Jinyang Sect impose various prohibitions, although the Jinyang Sect has perished, but the prohibitions left by the Jinyang Sect in the body of the Poor Dao have not been eliminated, some of the prohibitions have been eliminated in these years, but some of the prohibitions can never be eliminated......"

Ge Minghong said bitterly.

"In addition, Poor Dao is not only a person from the Nether Realm who has no heels, but also has something to do with the Jinyang Sect, so Poor Dao doesn't dare to worship other sects at all, so as not to let people find out his own details, and as a result, he can only be a wandering cultivator. ”

"How many people from the Nether have survived like you?"

Xia Fan thought for a moment.

"Poor Dao doesn't know, because after the destruction of Jinyang Sect, only Poor Dao survived, before that, Jinyang Sect had sent away many poor Dao companions in the lower realm, but Poor Dao didn't know where Jinyang Sect sent them, and these Taoist friends have let Jinyang Sect tamper with their memories, even if Poor Dao recognizes each other, the other party may not still recognize Poor Dao. ”

Ge Minghong said with a stunned expression.

"Over the years, Poor Dao has been thinking about returning to the Netherworld, on the one hand, it is the hometown that Poor Dao can't give up, and on the other hand, it is a warning to the people of his hometown...... But Poor Dao didn't expect that someone in the Nether Realm had cut off the root cause and cut off the channel connection between the two worlds, and Poor Dao knew that it was impossible for Cangyuan Sect and other sects to give up the Nether Realm that they had won so hard, and when they were planning the Nether Realm, Poor Dao began to collect information on all aspects of this world in advance, hoping that one day in the future, he would be able to bring this valuable information back to his hometown......

“...... You have to think clearly, if you return to your hometown this time, you may never come back again in this life. ”

Xia Fan stared at Ge Minghong and said.

"Since Poor Dao is ready to go back to his hometown, Poor Dao has never thought of coming back. ”

Ge Minghong said in a calm tone.

"I respect your choice. ”

After speaking.

Xia Fan stepped out of the way of the Root Gate.

"Fan Daoyou, today's actions of yours have undoubtedly formed a mortal enmity with these powerful sects of the Baiyun Sect, before leaving, Poor Dao advises you to leave Nanlizhou as soon as possible, because once these sects return to the gods and join forces, I am afraid you will never be able to escape again. ”

Ge Minghong did not hesitate to take steps towards the door of the roots.

He was stepping into the Roots Gate.

Don't forget to look back and solemnly remind.

"I know that. ”

Xia Fan nodded.

Then he watched as Ge Minghong's figure disappeared into the black whirlpool.

"It's a pity that your reminder is a little late. ”

When he casually destroyed the Coiling Dragon Stone Pillar.

Xia Fan turned around and looked in the direction of the mountain pass.

Because.

He suddenly sensed an extremely terrifying aura coming in his direction.

Monk of the Yuan Infant Realm.

It seems that he really alarmed these old immortals this time.

Come to think of it.

Xia Fan let out a long breath and unabashedly began to operate the true yuan in his body, and his whole body began to exude surging energy.

Time.

Heaven and earth are all over the sky.

Thick black clouds of thunder and lightning will cover a radius of thousands of miles.

"Cloud robbery?!"