"There are those who are flying extinct, and they are willing to go to the north for this seat!"

As soon as Zhang Fan said this, the mountains boiled like an ocean, and there was an uproar.

"What does Donghua Daojun want to do?"

"Is it ......?"

Among the millions of immortals, many of the awakened people showed excitement on their faces, and their eyes looked at Zhang Fan with burning eyes.

"This is the next battle book!"

"Donghua Daojun wants to fight the ancestor of Northern Xinjiang, and return the color!"

"I, the Kyushu human race, am the protagonist of heaven and earth, how can I let the losers of the northern wilderness ride on their heads?"

...... But in a moment, everyone understood what Zhang Fan meant, if it was impossible to say that there was no danger, but at this moment, almost everyone left it behind, only infinite excitement.

"Me!"

"And my ......!"

The first to speak out were mostly the Kyushu Terrans, after all, they were the ones who were really related.

Immediately afterward, a shrill voice sounded, roaring like a drum and a strong wind, like a cracking ocean:

"I'd better go!"

followed the prestige, but saw a big man in black armor proudly stand out from the crowd. Seeing this person, whether it was the immortals of the human race who were excited, or the overseas demon kings who were eager to try, they all shook their heads and sighed, and no longer made a sound.

"Golden Feather Demon King!" This demon flies extremely fast, it is thousands of miles in the blink of an eye, and it can be wiped out in the sky with a few strokes, and it can be called invincible among millions of immortals, and it is the best choice to fight.

This demon king, who was entangled with the drunken Daoist all the way, is now standing in front of Wan Xian, quite a bit of a taste of self-pride, where is there the embarrassment of being smashed into the water by the calculation of the drunken Daoist.

Zhang Fan is so cultivated now, he can see his roots at a glance, and he immediately nodded with satisfaction, and said: "Jin Ling, if you take this thing to Northern Xinjiang, someone will come out to meet you." ”

"Tell him then......" Zhang Fan's voice suddenly became a little deep, a little solemn, like the autumn wind, withering all things, "Within seven days, Zhang Mou greeted the ancestor of Northern Xinjiang in the Eastern Imperial Palace!" "Go!"

With a wave of his hand, the small stone brought out a red light and fell into the hands of the Golden Feather Demon King.

"Command!"

The Golden Feather Demon King was also simple, without a word of nonsense, picked up a small stone and turned into a body, and instantly swayed up to the nine heavens, riding the wind to thousands of miles, and disappeared from everyone's sight.

"Northern Xinjiang Ancestor?"

"Zhang wants to see where you are sacred!"

Zhang Fan raised his head and looked in the direction of Northern Xinjiang, his eyes were full of light, as if through the endless void, he glanced at someone across the distance of Kyushu, and collided with the brilliant light.

At the same time, an incomparable divine thought was even more powerful than the monstrous power that erupted when he returned to the Faxiang Sect three years ago, and suddenly crossed the territory of Kyushu and shrouded the land of northern Xinjiang.

Suddenly, the vast northern frontier was shrouded in dense dark clouds, thunder and lightning, endlessly.

The millions of immortals who were still immersed in excitement naturally didn't know that at this moment, the northern Xinjiang was covered with apocalyptic clouds, and they didn't know that there was a sound of gold and iron, and a dull sigh of stone, and a shrouded world state came from the depths of northern Xinjiang, and a sound with gold and iron, and a dull sigh of stone, came out in the depths of northern Xinjiang.

...... "I, did I really do something wrong?"

"No, I'm not wrong, this is the only chance for my Northern Frontier clans. ”

"Kyushu Shinto-kun, you have suppressed me for too long, too long...... Now that someone is willing to entangle you, how can the deity not move? How dare not move?"

"Even if you are the first bird, the pawn of the horse, you can't care about that much. ”

...... The faint sigh, if it is just whispering in the mouth, can be transmitted to the outside, but it causes the resonance of the mountains, and it seems to be mourning.

It was like excitement, and like grief and indignation, a loud sound of landslides and earth cracks resounded in the dark cloudy sky.

The source of the sound is the deepest part of the Northern Xinjiang wilderness, and even those Northern Xinjiang barbarians never dare to step on it.

There, like most places in northern Xinjiang, there are no smoke, birds and beasts, only a high mountain is majestic, desolate and simple, if it has been through hundreds of millions of years of wind and frost, it has existed since ancient times.

As the dark clouds pressed down, accompanied by the sound of gold and iron like stubborn stones, the whole mountain trembled violently, as if there was a wild dragon roaring in the ground, flying up countless boulders, and the rocks passed through the air and smashed down on the ground, with a loud noise, but it could not hide an unwilling roar.

"Ahh~~"

The roar rushed into the sky, like a sharp sword, piercing the cloudy sky.

In an instant, Zhang Fan's powerful divine thoughts across Kyushu entangled with him, pulling out countless silver snakes in the dark clouds in the sky, and crashing out of the roar that pierced the heavens and the earth, as if there was a thunderstorm in the sky, which could fall down at any time and destroy everything.

Although this kind of power has never really come, it is like a black cloud crushing the city and wanting to destroy it, overwhelming all the creatures in the northern Xinjiang, and there are no longer a few who directly lie on the ground, like kneeling gods.

No one doubts that if this terrifying power is really vented, it will turn the entire northern frontier into scorched earth everywhere, corpses are everywhere, and all races will be wiped out.

"Donghua Daojun, don't deceive people too much!"

"You wait for me, I'll come!"

The roar and roar were incessant, and the whole earth shook with it.

...... When the northern Xinjiang was in turmoil, Zhang Fan, who was far away in Qinzhou, smiled slightly and slowly withdrew his divine thoughts.

The purpose of coercion has been achieved, and no matter what, the terrifying existence hidden in the depths of the northern frontier is bound to come and fight against it. If not, Zhang Fan would not be merciful, what about the scorched earth in the northern Xinjiang that he guarded all his life?

Now that it is a foregone conclusion, there is no need to pay more attention, Zhang Fan raised his eyes and looked around, but when he saw millions of immortals, they all looked at him with an indescribable gaze, which was a subtle difference from before.

These millions of immortals, mainly human race immortal cultivators, told everyone that the significance of the current Zhang Fan to the entire Kyushu human race can no longer be compared with ordinary kindness and preaching.

Zhang Fan bowed slightly, immediately looked at one side, and said, "Do you have something to say to this seat?"

The target of his words is a group of overseas demon fairies, mostly demon kings and trolls, heroes who dominate the sea area.

"Huh~"

At this moment, the drunken Taoist looked moved, as if he had realized.

As early as when the Golden Feather Demon King came forward to take over Zhang Fan's move to deliver the war book, he felt strange. He was entangled with the Golden Feather Demon King all the way, and he had been facing each other for a long time in the air and the sea, and he knew that although this Demon King was extinct in flight, he was the most lazy, and he risked his life, so how could he take his own head?

He was different from the immortal cultivators of the human race, he was not personally powerful, and he was contrary to his surname, which immediately aroused the idea of a drunken Daoist.

Now he followed Zhang Fan's gaze, but found that the person Zhang Fan was talking to was the person he had seen gathering with the Golden Feather Demon King when he came just now.

"Overseas Jiaolong clan?"

"What's the connection between them?"

"Is the Golden Feather Demon King's actions related to these overseas dragon clans?

The drunken Daoist was thinking automatically, and the group of overseas demon kings glanced at each other, and one person came out of it.

It was a young man who looked like he was twenty or thirty years old, with a polite and polite body, only a pair of dragon horns on his forehead, showing a bit of domineering demon king domineering.

It is obvious that it is an overseas dragon family, and the dragon horns on its head are the most obvious characteristics of the dragon, and there are few people who hide it.

The tiger roars deep in the mountains, the dragon goes out to sea, if you talk about the monsters on the sea, the first refers to the dragon.

If you talk about individuals in overseas monsters, there are countless strong ones, each with their own strengths, and no one may be convinced. But when it comes to overall strength, no one clan can compare to the Jiaolong clan.

To what extent has the overseas dragon clan flourished?

In addition to their respective territories, they even took the Dragon King of the Seas as their name, ordering the demon kings in the sea area not to dare to obey the order, which was really a moment of prosperity, and it was impossible to speak.

"Junior, Long Lingyu, I've seen Donghua Daojun!"

The young demon dragon held a tray in his hand, strode forward, and bowed.

As soon as he spoke, the center of the millions of immortals was smart, and he immediately discovered the problem.

Everyone is here to support Zhang Fan to preach and promote the Dharma, and he has previously worshiped as a disciple, so no matter what, he should also be called a "teacher", whether he admits it in his heart or not, but it is inevitable on such an occasion.

But this Long Lingyu insisted on being commensurate with Donghua Daojun, and there must be a reason for this.

"Get up!"

Zhang Fanxu raised his palm and said, "That Jin Ling came forward, what you meant by Long Daoyou at that time, or rather, it was the meaning of your overseas Jiaolong clan." ”

Zhang Fan's eyes were shining, and with the clarity that saw through everything, he continued: "The goodwill you have already conveyed, if you have something to say, just say it." ”

"Daojun's eyes are like lightning, and the younger generation admires. ”

That Long Lingyu was not surprised that Zhang Fan could see through his thoughts, and stepped forward step by step, and said as he walked:

"The younger generation is here, and I thank Donghua Daojun for his grace to the seniors in the clan back then. ”

"The grace of not killing?"

Zhang Fan smiled dumbly. When he and Xiruo crossed the sea, he reshaped the body of the ascetic, and when he encountered the evil Jiao, he would kill it directly, and when he encountered the good Jiaolong, he would also ask for a few drops of essence blood, although he did not kill them all, but he could not be called a grace.

This Jiaolong clan is also interesting, I really don't know what the idea is, and even say such a thing?

Long Lingyu obviously didn't plan to give Zhang Fan a chance to clarify, and he also knew that as soon as he said that he was gracious before, Zhang Fan opened his mouth and retorted that there was no grudge, and the rest of the words couldn't be said.

The cannons are like cannons, the preface falls, and the latter comes again.

"The second is that my overseas dragon clan admires the predecessors, and occasionally gets a treasure, which can not be recognized, and I hear that the predecessors are extensive, and I dedicate it to the predecessors, so as not to make the treasure dusty. ”

Everyone's eyes immediately focused on the tray in his hand. But seeing the brocade silk covering, isolating everything, and bouncing off everyone's divine consciousness one by one, no one could see what kind of treasure it was under the brocade silk cover on the tray.

As soon as Long Lingyu finished speaking, his hand shook, and the hidden thing on the tray flew up, and the brocade silk flew up, revealing the true face of the treasure in it.

"Offering treasures?"

Zhang Fan shook his head slightly, the world is so big, there are only a handful of treasures that can be put in his eyes, and the overseas dragon clan wants to be famous for its wealth, but he searches the whole clan, but he may not be able to find a treasure that can enter his vision.

This thought was born and immediately annihilated, and the divine light in Zhang Fan's eyes suddenly skyrocketed, and his heart shook violently.

"How did it end up here?!"

(To be continued)