"Boom~~"

There were sudden waves in the clouds, and a snow-white cloud line stretched out into the distance, with an extremely fast speed accompanied by a thunderous roar.

In the well in the clouds, under the unpredictable abyss, the whirlpool of the cloud eye fell, and there was no moon in this world, let alone thunder and lightning and other natural signs, this thunderous sound suddenly shattered the silence of many years.

Walking through the clouds, I don't know how long it took, suddenly a golden light appeared outside the sky, as if the clouds were cleared and said, shining in Kyushu.

"Boom~" The last loud sound, the clouds shook, and a golden rainbow pierced out of the clouds, and the dazzling light shone down.

Zhang Fan!

Following the induction of battle intent and the guidance of the Split God Puppet, Zhang Fan finally came to this special place.

When he got here, even if he didn't have the sense of the Split God Puppet and Battle Intent, he knew that he was not far from the target.

All the way, in order to speed up and reduce trouble, Zhang Fan has been walking through the clouds, and suddenly, as for here, the clouds suddenly dispersed, and he was suddenly exposed to the void.

Failed to suppress the power for a while, and only then did he have the scene of rising eastward and shining brightly.

Since entering the Cloud Realm, it has rarely been such a cloudless situation, and if he didn't know that there was a problem here, it would be hell.

Suspended in the air, Zhang Fan took a deep breath and suddenly let go of his divine sense.

"Boom~"

In an instant, invisible ripples loomed around his body, spreading out in all directions, spreading out like a carpet, covering everything as far as the eye could see.

At the same time, he didn't hide his own aura anymore, and suddenly let go, condensing enough essence, full of demon beast blood, like a giant pillar of wolf smoke soaring into the sky, even if it was a few miles away, it could be easily detected.

Wanton and unscrupulous!

After arriving in the Cloud Realm, it was the first time that Zhang Fan had released his power so unscrupulously.

Under such circumstances, there was absolutely no possibility that the Emperor of War, or Shutong, could not be discovered, but after a moment, the entire heaven and earth were still silently sleeping.

"If the mountain doesn't come, I'll go to the mountain. ”

"I'd like to see how long you can hide?"

Zhang Fan smiled and took one step at a time.

...... Rejecting all clouds, the battle intent filled the heavens and the earth, and in the center of the alien land in this cloud realm, a blood-colored hill stood out from the plain.

The hill was not very tall, but it was shrouded in clouds and mist from the halfway point of the mountain, and the blood-colored mist was permeated, and the sound of gold and iron was faint.

The sound of the clash of gold and iron was not substantial, but the sound of the wind moving and the clouds rising and colliding.

When the clouds and mist collide, they can make a killing sound, which shows that everything on this hill is impregnated with war intent, and it is extremely terrifying.

Zhang Fan stood at the foot of the mountain, looked up, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"What a place with a lot of fighting spirit. ”

As soon as his eyes swept away, he knew that the Battle Emperor Uncle Tongyuan Shen must be here, and only in this kind of place could there be that boundless battle intent to squander.

In this general sweep, Zhang Fan saw a lot of war-spirit beasts at the foot of the mountain, and he thought that they were the ones that the giant hand rescued in front of everyone.

Although these Battle Intent Beasts are not afraid of the confinement pressure of the space non-primordial infants who cannot fly because of the Battle Intent Protector, and they are quite effective in fighting with the Immortal Bone Celestials, they are really useless when they want to talk about it.

After all, if the Emperor of War makes a move, the Dark Bone Celestial Man will not escape the fate of the Immortal Bone Celestials, and the three Dark Bone Celestial Powerhouses will be able to sweep away the wild beasts in a matter of moments!

The real strength of both sides is not on this, but only on themselves.

For Zhan Huang Shutong, this is even more so.

He didn't make a move on the three powerhouses of the Underworld Bone Heaven and Man, not because of his lack of strength, but because of the rat trap, so that these wild beasts would be even more useless.

"Why did he get these Beasts of War Intent?"

"And how?"

"The fighting spirit enters the body, and it is harmonious, how can it be easy to with?"

The more he thought about it, the more interested Zhang Fan became, and he only felt that there were many mysteries hidden on the blood-colored hill in front of him.

And more importantly - turn into a god!

Zhang Fan's expression was certain, and he stepped forward without scruples.

"No matter what your intentions or goals, I still have to figure it out!"

"It's about the success or failure of my god, how can you retreat!"

Zhang Fan's determination was suddenly manifested at this moment, and with every step he took towards the blood-colored mountain, an invisible aura was constantly rising.

One step, two steps, three steps...... Unconsciously, a faint color of blood lingered around the body, extremely natural and harmonious, as if it should have been so.

I don't know when, Zhang Fan's snow-white hair rose unkempt after turning into a celestial, flying with the wind arbitrarily, gradually turning from white to red, indescribably wild and wanton.

After a while, looking back, he seemed to be a different person, all the haze and calculations were gone, and what was left was - monstrous war intent!

If there is an old person hundreds of years ago, without looking at the appearance at this time, when looking at this madness with calmness, as if to slaughter the world as a sacrifice, there will be a sense of déjà vu.

At the foot of Tianzhu Mountain, Zhang Fan had just passed through the heroic end of the division, and was angry at the fall of his senior brother, and when he slaughtered Tianzhu Mountain and slaughtered his enemies, he looked like this.

Step by step, it doesn't seem fast at first glance, but just stunned, Zhang Fan's back has already flashed halfway up the mountain, and finally disappeared into the shrouded blood-colored mist.

During the whole process, all the wild beasts never came close, did not show any hostility, but blocked the front, just close to the left, and they were extremely afraid of it, as if they saw some terrifying existence.

The battle intent beast only divides the strength and weakness by the battle intent, and Zhang Fan's earth-shattering war intent at this time is enough to deter the beasts from daring to be presumptuous.

"Battle ~ Emperor ~ He ~ In ~"

In a moment, a thunderous sound exploded in the mist, and in an instant, the clouds in all directions moved, merged into a whirlpool, and collapsed somewhere.

The four words were spit out, and the whirlpool that devoured the clouds of battle intent advanced for a considerable distance, not far from the top of the mountain.

"Uncle ~ Tong ~ He ~ In ~"

The same sound, the same explosion, this time the convergence is no longer as simple as clouds and mist, no longer as gentle as a whirlpool, like a whale devouring a tiger, and suddenly the fog of the entire blood-colored hill is empty.

At the top of the mountain, a blood-colored figure froze in his footsteps and looked down.

At this time, Zhang Fan was like fighting bloodily for ten days and ten nights, Zhou's body was blood-red, and the light in his eyes was like a hidden sword, and he could burst out at any time with a sharp edge that pierced everything.

The place where the battle intent of heaven and earth converged, not clouds and mist, not wild beasts, it was in this blood-colored hill under his feet.

Zhang Fan immersed himself in the situation of the past, and completely forced out the battle intent in his heart through the mind that he was bound to cross the god pass.

He is not without a thing of war intent, and it can even be called strong, but it is just a matter of heart and surname, and it can't be controlled for a long time.

I can't, I just don't fit!

As Zhang Fan broke out in an instant as he did now, and with this place of war intent, there was no one comparable except for the Emperor Shutong.

This is also the reason why he has been retreating all the way like a nemesis.

"Shutong, you haven't come out yet, can't you really be Zhang looking for you?"

Zhang Fan's expression changed, his fighting spirit rose all over his body, and the whole person seemed to be immersed in a wonderful realm, as if he could feel the pulse of the hill under his feet.

At the same time as the voice came out, he stepped out step by step, mysterious and mysterious, as if stepping on a node, and in an instant the hill shook, like a prelude to the rise of a giant with feet of clay.

As soon as one step fell, one step rose again, and a vague shadow continued to take thirty-six steps out of Tiangang.

There are thirty-six steps in Tiangang, and every step is the contact, shaking, and stimulation of Zhang Fan's own battle spirit and Xiaoshan's battle will, and every step is earth-shattering.

When he finished his thirty-six steps, he just returned to his original place, and as soon as he stood still, the light in his eyes suddenly became great, and he suddenly looked at one place.

"Shutong, are you finally willing to give up?"

The corners of Zhang Fan's mouth curved, as if he was smiling.

At that time, the hill shook, and the rolling thunder was a boulder rolling down, and the bang was a crack in the mountain, as if the thirty-six steps were thirty-six heavy hammers smashing on the hill, shaking the foundation.

"Alas~"

Suddenly, a sigh came from an empty mountain wall, full of helplessness and wandering.

At the same time as the sigh sounded, the mountain wall was blurred, first like ripples of water, and then suddenly clarified, reflecting a clear light.

Suddenly, a completely different scene appeared in front of Zhang Fan.

An old man, dressed in coarse cloth, squatted on the ground, and from time to time he picked something up from the ground and kneaded it in his hand.

In the whole process, it is clear that every movement is so peaceful and natural, but it can be seen in the fancie, but out of thin air, it makes people feel a sense of monstrous battle intent, as if this may stand up at any time and turn into a heavenly sword to pierce the sky.

"Shutong?!"

Zhang Fan's voice was a little hesitant.

The appearance of this old man was almost the same as what he had heard from the mouth of the bitter Taoist, and what he had seen on the clouds of Tianyin Island before, and it was undoubtedly Shutong.

The problem is that the completely different bearing, the edge of the sword hidden deep in the sheath, in his subconscious, should not be related to Shutong.

Earlier, through judgment, I learned that the Emperor of War was Shutong, but that was logical analysis after all, and at this time, I knew how distinct the impact and contrast were.

Shu Tong sighed, and after showing his figure, he didn't look up at Zhang Fan, as if he was immersed in his own world, he kept pinching it in his hand.

Zhang Fan seemed to feel something, so he didn't bother, just watched quietly.

After a while, Shu Tong seemed to have completed the final step, let out a sigh of relief, and let go of his palm.

"Bang~"

Something surrounded by bright red blood light burst out of his palm.

"Bunny ......"

Zhang Fan was stunned, just as he saw the rabbit kicking his legs happily and running down the mountain.

"Beast ......"

"I see. ”

Zhang Fan finally suddenly understood how those wild beasts came about.

"The means by which creation is created?"

For a moment, his eyes were full of disbelief.

"Shutong...... Is there a way to do this?"

At this moment, Shu Tong suddenly raised his head, his face was full of tiredness, and said gloomily:

"I don't want to!"

(To be continued)