At this time, a figure in the practice room turned into a dragon walking remnant, coming and going in the room. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info this person is Lin Fan, the moment he finishes his work, there is a slight smile on the corner of his face. A dragon qi slowly integrated into his body, and during this time, Lin Fan prepared the necessary supplies for this operation.

Lin Fan sighed lightly that it was time to go, hoping to catch the auction when he returned.

The moment he walked out of the door, Lin Fan frowned slightly.

Don't you give up yet, a cold snort. Lin Fan quickly walked towards the gate of Zhantian City, and the five or six people behind him also walked up quickly, the first two were all masters of the Yuan Shen Realm, and the rest were all late stage cultivators of the Taixuan Realm. He was finally out of town.

I finally waited for a fat sheep, and I couldn't let it go.

After Lin Fan left the city, a wave of the Longyuan Sword appeared in his hand.

I saw Lin Fan leap forward, step on the Longyuan Sword and turn into a sword light, and the six people behind him raised their hands when they saw this, and each summoned the flying sword to turn into a light and left. Catch up, the first two are full of excitement. A little too Xuan Jing is not good to stay in the city.

Lin Fan felt it, and a few rays of light from his back quickly chased after him.

On an unknown mountain, Lin Fan sneered, this place is good, and his figure has dropped rapidly in an instant.

The first two sneered, why don't you run away. Lin Fan sneered, what do you think of this place, a Taixuan Realm cultivator is stupid when he faces Lin Fan in the later stage. He didn't kneel down in front of my eldest brother and beg for mercy, Lin Fan sneered.

Boy, you're looking for death.

Before the words fell, I saw the comer, stepped out, and waved a high-level weapon in his hand.

Swordsmanship, alone in the sky. Seeing this, Lin Fan formed a sword finger with both hands, six ways of wind and clouds, and a remnant of words. For a moment of confrontation, only a miserable howl was heard.

The kid has a ghost, shoot together. For a while, the sharp sword light directly attacked Lin Fan, and Lin Fan's body turned into an afterimage, taking retreat as advance. Several of them were killed people, and there was no mercy when they shot.

Seeing this, Lin Fan frowned slightly, waved the Longyuan Sword in his hand, and let out a deep sigh, and a body of Xuan Power poured into the Long Yuan Sword, and the Xuan Power poured through the sword body.

For a while, the Long Yuan Sword was radiant, and the illusory shadow of Long Xing came out.

Lin Fan held the Longyuan Sword high and jumped forward, the true martial arts swordsmanship, the fifth style, and the natural. The moment their bodies staggered, they screamed one by one, and the first two people saw this, and their eyes were full of anger.

When he died, he had a psychic weapon in his hand and turned into a sword to attack Lin Fan.

Seeing this, the other person was not idle, and the psychic spirit weapon that appeared in his hand stepped out in one step, and the power of the primordial god had already been filled with the psychic spirit weapon in his hand. A fire element had already penetrated the sword.

A shout, the fifth type, the extreme destruction of anger.

Seeing this, Lin Fan retreated, and his body changed nine times, and he played extremely powerfully. Shapeshifting, making it impossible to lock.

The Long Yuan Sword in his hand turned into a number of sharp sword lights and attacked the two of them, and then with a sound of Xuan Yuan's power, he rose to the extreme, and he flew into the air. I saw Lin Fan holding the Longyuan Sword and snorted coldly, speaking of the Nine Styles of the Imperial Sword, the Seventh Style, and the Fallen Leaf Fragment.

The two looked at each other with a look of fear.

The two have been tacitly understanding for many years and have saved their lives countless times. It should be the same this time, the last sword is a two-person masterpiece.

Suppress the fear in your heart, and improve the power of the primordial god to the extreme.

I only heard a shout, and I took a move, angry at the sea and the mountains and rivers. Seeing this, the other person jumped into the sky, burned the heavens, and forgave the heavens, and the final move was either life or death. A moment of confrontation.

For a while, the radius of several miles was purified into nothingness, and the dust and smoke passed.

A figure slowly appeared, holding a sword in one hand, and there was not the slightest blood on it.

This person is Lin Fan, and if he doesn't have greed, why should he die with this. Then turned into an afterimage and left, along the way, there were still people who couldn't open their eyes, and they were also easily sent away by Lin Fan, an accident.

Lin Fan was injured and fled, and Lin Fan almost died with a sword.

After a month of recuperation, Lin Fan's injuries gradually recovered, damn it, this ghost place, how could there be such a powerful character. It's like he can't even block the other party's sword.

A wry smile, the helplessness in his heart could not be explained.

Lin Fan was more concerned about the source of the wood, and put away his frustration, after a few days, the surroundings were black, and the red sunlight shrouded the earth. This place is the ghost domain, and the moment you step into the ghost domain.

A smell of blood came through the mouth.

The land is indeed a land of indeed. Lin Fan felt two familiar eyes behind him looking at him, it was him, Murong Han, and Li Shimei. Seeing a murderous flash in Li Shimei's eyes, Lin Fan knew that the other party was still hating him.

Retracting his gaze, Lin Fan then turned into an afterimage and disappeared.

Li Shimei snorted coldly, and then disappeared with Murong Han.

Looking at the gloomy red earth in front of him, Lin Fan frowned slightly. A strong fishy smell came to his face, and Lin Fan felt that something was wrong and hurriedly said. Countless ghosts rushed to their faces, screaming one by one that shocked their souls.

Shocking people's souls, Lin Fan closed his eyes and meditated when he saw this.

Meditation mantra, all sentient beings are troubled, and all troubles are suffering. Troubles are neither born nor destroyed, neither dirty nor pure, neither increased nor decreased. The visible is born of the invisible, the incapable is born of being, and the being is returned to nothing. The environment is born from the heart.

For a time, Lin Fan was surrounded by Buddha's light.

The ghosts scattered around him, and he opened his eyes for a moment. The feeling of oppression around me suddenly disappeared.

Just as Lin Fan was about to leave, a strange figure came straight at Lin Fan, as fast as lightning. A feeling of splitting headache came to his heart, and Lin Fan said that it was not good, take away, don't resist, kid.

Obediently become the body of the emperor, a middle-aged primordial god phantom;

Heading straight towards Lin Fan's Divine Sea, just as Lin Fan's consciousness was snatched away, a black divine light turned into a consciousness that directly attacked the middle-aged Yuan Shen Phantom.

The emperor's methods are not what you expected, only to see the middle-aged Yuan Shen phantom, and a blood-red bead appeared in his hand between his hand. turned into a blood-red afterimage and attacked the black consciousness directly, and the black consciousness felt it. turned into a majestic sword qi, and a sword flew in batches.

Blood-red beads, the phantom of the middle-aged primordial gods, and his face is full of incredulity.

How is it possible;Licking his pale lips,Then carrying the power of the supreme primordial god turned into a big hand;Grabbed towards the black consciousness,The black consciousness turned into a sword qi,Instantly slashed。

The big hand shattered in an instant, and the middle-aged primordial god phantom saw this, and instantly withdrew from Lin Fan's body. Unexpectedly, a pair of eyes had already locked on him, and the middle-aged Yuan Shen Phantom saw this, and he was shocked, how could it be.

The middle-aged primordial god phantom hurriedly begged for mercy, but the bronze zombie didn't give him time to think about it. I didn't care about his pleas for mercy, for him, it was rations. is to restore their own energy.

Just in the middle-aged primordial god phantom, it is about to dissipate for a moment.

Lin Fan opened his eyes and said to the bronze zombie, he is still useful.

Don't touch him; in a word, he saved the life of the middle-aged primordial god phantom; he doesn't want to die, his revenge has not been avenged. And no one wants to die, because he has lived too long. I won't kill you, you still have value in use.

Let's go in, the middle-aged primordial god phantom sighed. Turned into blood and vanished.

A few days later, Lin Fan saw the two trapped. It was Murong Han and Li Shimei, and countless ghosts pounced on the two. I saw Murong Han take out a picture scroll, and a vast light protected the two of them.

No matter what the ghosts around them were, they couldn't break through the picture scroll, but they were killed by the two of them.

Please look forward to the next chapter, exciting, not to be missed