Seeing Wen Kun's mana, emitting a dazzling silver light, approaching Zhang Xiaofang at great speed, all the strong people in the madness were so nervous that they even stopped breathing, but Zhang Xiaolun had a unique smile on his face, revealing contempt.

Sword Spirit Immortal Venerable stared at Zhang Xiaofang, his eyes were fierce, and he suddenly moved his body silently and stepped back.

Wen Kun's mana was strong and naturally noticed this move of the Sword Spirit Immortal Venerable, which made him immediately alert and focus more on Zhang Xiaofang, but Zhang Xiaoqiang still did not move, and the unique contemptuous smile on his face showed his extreme arrogance.

Seeing that his mana was about to completely envelop Zhang Xiaofang in killing power, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, and felt that with his powerful mana, it was enough to completely destroy Zhang Xiaofang in an instant. After all, with his cultivation in the Holy Immortal Realm, he possessed enough to turn everything within the Three Thousand Miles Realm into nothing in an instant.

But, in the face of such a situation, why did Zhang Xiaofang behave like this?

Zhang Xiaomad's performance was by no means a disdain to death, he was contemptuous, arrogant, and indifferent, as if he was facing a mana that was enough to turn the three-thousand li realm into nothing in an instant, not only would it not be destroyed, but it could also destroy the spellcaster.

How is this possible?

Wen Kun firmly believes this! At the moment when Zhang Xiaofang suddenly appeared, Wen Kun had already sensed that Zhang Xiaofan's cultivation realm was only a true fairyland, and he could also sense that although Zhang Xiaofan's cultivation had reached the true fairyland, he also had no immortal body, and such a person should never have anything terrible.

Wen Kun then showed a smile on his chubby face, glancing at the Sword Spirit Immortal Venerable, but found that the Sword Spirit Immortal Venerable had already retreated to a very long distance at this moment, and even his figure was blurred.

Wen Kun couldn't help but be stunned, just when he was stunned, he suddenly heard a roar, and endless power suddenly came from all directions, wrapped around his body, and began to tear him frantically, as if to tear him apart.

Wen Kun was astute and didn't think much about it, so he immediately mentioned Zhenyuan and strengthened himself to fight against this strange power.

He knew that this must be Zhang Xiaomad's mana, but he couldn't figure out why Zhang Xiaomad was able to dissolve his powerful mana in an instant, and attack him.

It should be impossible for a cultivator to only get a first glimpse of the realm of the Eight Sects of Retreat, at the level of a true immortal, and without the blessing of an immortal body......

Wen Kun's mana protected body, and the feeling of wanting to be torn apart was slightly alleviated, and he raised his eyes to look at Zhang Xiaofang, and couldn't help but be surprised, and finally understood why the Sword Spirit Immortal Venerable would quietly retreat far away, this Zhang Xiaomad was really a person who could not be judged by ordinary reason......

I saw Zhang Xiaofang at this time, his body was full of black gas, his hair was scattered to the sky, his eyes were shining with a blood-like red light, his mouth was wide open, and he was roaring to himself, as if he was going to swallow his life, and his appearance was extremely terrifying.

"It turns out that although you don't have the protection of the immortal body, you have the protection of the demon body!" Wen Kun remembered that the Sword Spirit Immortal Venerable had said that Zhang Xiaoyan was a middle-aged demon clan, so he shook his teeth and said viciously.

Zhang Xiaofang didn't pay attention to him, and kept his original roaring state and continued to display his mana.

Wen Kun had used all his mana to protect his body, and he could hardly feel the slightest pain, so he smiled again, regained his composure, and said: "Zhang Xiaomad, you are indeed extremely strong, but your cultivation is still too weak after all, in front of this holy immortal, such mana, even if it has a surprise effect, it cannot hurt this holy immortal, so your roar is useless, even if it breaks your throat, it will eventually be destroyed under the deity's mana." ”

As soon as his words came to this, Zhang Xiaofang really stopped roaring, as if he was said by Wen Kun, and decided to give up the fight, but Zhang Xiaofan's eyes were still glowing with blood-colored red light, and his body was still full of black gas.

"Really?" said Zhang Xiaofang.

"Isn't it?" Wen Kun said.

The corners of Zhang Xiaofang's mouth turned up, revealing a unique chuckle, and said slowly: "You have probably felt the power of the eight directions, trying to tear your body apart, but how have you ever seen my mana?"

Wen Kun couldn't help but be stunned.

Zhang Xiaofang said: "My roar is just to attract anger, what you feel, but it is also my anger, the anger of the immortals, how can it be so, its power has not yet been demonstrated, and its power has not been released, but you are too anxious!"

When Wen Kun heard this, his eyes couldn't help but widen slowly, and his mouth slowly opened, and he said, "Immortal...... Wrath of the Immortals...... Is it ......?"

Zhang Xiaofang interrupted him when he finished speaking, and said, "That's a good guess! It seems that you really have some knowledge, the wrath of immortals, and I just barely have the cultivation of true immortals!"

Suddenly, Zhang Xiaofang stretched out his arms and roared fiercely: "Immortal Fury - Destroy the Red Boom!"

The sound fell, and a shocking thunderbolt rose out of thin air, and the surrounding earth and airspace were all trembling as a result, and at the same time, many purple electric lights shot out from all directions, all of which hit Wen Kun.

"Ahh His round head was flushed, his green tendons instantly burst out, and he was suddenly gurgling, the sweat on his forehead was sliding down, and his face was even more hideous and painful.

He had tried his best to draw all his mana to resist Zhang Xiaofang's sudden attack, but he couldn't parry it at all.

The purple lightning bolt, after the thunderbolt, fell on Wen Kun's body, and did not disappear immediately, but turned into many purple lightsabers, and began to continue to work towards his body, even if he relied on the strong mana protection of the Holy Immortal Realm, he could not resist it.

Wen Kun saw that he was about to be pierced by many purple lightsabers, and wanted to send out a cry for help to the Sword Spirit Immortal Venerable who had fled to a very far place, but when he looked at it, the figure of the Sword Spirit Immortal Venerable had already disappeared......

He was so angry that he let out a shout in his heart: "Sword Spirit, you bastard......"

At this moment, his heart felt a tingling, and then his eyes became black, and he could no longer feel his presence......

Inside the mad gate, there was a burst of cheers, the black qi around Zhang Xiaoman's body had already dissipated, and a pair of eyes no longer had red light, he returned to the unique insolent evil smile on his face, dragged Wen Kun with one hand, and slowly fell into the mad gate.

Feng Cailuan was the first to rush forward and shouted at Zhang Xiaofang: "It seems that you have really succeeded in destroying the Immortal Fury this time, and you are really powerful, you can destroy a Saint Immortal so easily!"

The red dragon also said happily: "Yes, Shangxian, you are really hanging to the sky, Benlong has long known that it will never be wrong to follow you!"

Zhang Xiaofang shook his head slightly, glanced at Wen Kun who was supported by him with one hand, and said: "It's just the beginning, and it's not enough to destroy this holy immortal, Wen Kun is just seriously injured and fainted, and he will wake up from time to time, but that's fine, because if you want to really exert the power of immortal rage, I'm afraid you can still use this Wen Kun!"

(End of chapter)