"It's a good chance!"

Zhang Fan laughed loudly, and the object in his palm was tightly grasped by him.

As for the escape of the rivers and rivers, this was something he had expected, and it was not surprising, let alone a little bit of his mind.

Among the four divine powers mastered by Zhang Fan, the Great Yan Days were not used for actual combat, and among the other three, he was the weakest under the display of the land true immortal true body.

After all, this is a great supernatural power that relies on his own strength to show infinite power, borrowing other people's bodies, after all, it is not his own strength, and the impact on the universe is minimal.

It is precisely because of this that the Qiankun in his sleeves did not show his might as much as the five-colored divine light, so he directly left Cheng Qianfeng behind.

However, in Zhang Fan's opinion, among all the magical powers this time, the most indispensable is also the one in his sleeve.

Without him, without the great magic power in his sleeve, there will be no "opportunity" in his hands now!

At this time, what Zhang Fan was holding tightly in his hand was a jewel the size of a child's fist.

There are nine colors of brilliance on the orb, reflecting the surrounding radius, not full of bright colors, as if the brilliance of heaven and earth is gathered on it.

Every time you change the angle, what you see is another beautiful, brilliant and colorful, and there is never a time when you are monotonous.

Inside the orb, the clouds and mist rise, the smoke is swirling, and there are thousands of changes, without a moment of condensation, and constantly evolving, without an endless time.

Holding this jewel in his hand, Zhang Fan's heart suddenly gave birth to a sense of satisfaction, and at the same time, the trembling of innate gossip and money also calmed down, as if he was full.

"That's it!"

Zhang Fan had a big heart, and then as if he remembered something, he glanced towards the place where the Yunhua Fairy was.

What he was looking at was the Yunzhong Divine Sword in the hands of Fairy Yunhua, but he didn't expect to glance at it, but he found that Fairy Yunhua's expression was a little wrong.

Her eyes were full of disbelief, and she looked at the orb in his hand in a daze.

"Yunhua, do you recognize this treasure?"

Through the connection of the true immortal body of the land, Zhang Fan easily communicated with the Yunhua fairy silently.

Fairy Yunhua's face was shocked, and then she came back to her senses, pulled her gaze out of the cloud orb, and nodded deeply:

"Heavenly Clouds and Mist, Heavenly Orb!"

"Clouds and mist!"

Fairy Yunhua really knew, although she was still in shock, she still answered quickly.

"Clouds and Mist Dzi?!"

Zhang Fan's eyebrows twitched, and he suddenly came over: "Let's talk about this cloud and mist bead." ”

Although Fairy Yunhua retains his self-consciousness now, he is essentially just a puppet, where is there room to push the cabinet, 1510 is authentic.

It turns out that this treasure is a well-known treasure in the cloud realm, known as the "treasure of heaven and man", and it is a treasure that has been passed down from generation to generation by the heaven and man family in the cloud realm.

In the past, it was said that the heavenly spirit feathers that the Yunhua Fairy had performed in Zifu Prefecture were made by the feathers shed by those celestial beings through their own sacrifice, and it was the power of the feather owner Heavenly Beings that was attached to it.

Fairy Yunhua hadn't really seen the Cloud Mist Dzi, and this treasure had been lost many years ago.

Legend has it that countless years ago, the Cloud Realm and the Blood God Realm were at war, and after the war, this once famous treasure was lost. The cultivators in the Cloud Realm had also suspected the masters of the Blood God Realm, but there was no evidence, and the vitality of the two realms was seriously injured, and their respective cultivation was delayed for a while.

I don't know how many years have passed, and the cloud and mist dzi have never appeared anywhere in the heavens and the earth, and the Yunhua Fairy has only seen it once in the treasured classics.

If it weren't for the special identity of the Yunhua Fairy, if he was replaced by other Cloud Realm cultivators, I am afraid that he would never even have heard of it.

"Blood God Realm?!"

"Then this treasure should be regarded as a cloud and mist bead. ”

Zhang Fan nodded secretly, signaling that Fairy Yunhua needless to say, the specific details will naturally be understood when he arrives in the Cloud Realm.

"Half a moon ago, the eight-armed demon god once said that the rivers and rivers of the ancient clouds and dry winds appeared in the Blood God Realm thousands of years ago, and it is at that time that he obtained this treasure. ”

"In the Blood God Realm, the ** of the Ten has something to do with the Blood Dragon Wuyu and the Blood Moon True Person back then. ”

"And the Blood God Bead...... , what is the relationship between it and the clouds and mist?"

For a while, Zhang Fan only felt that it was intricate, and countless clues were intertwined, and the only thing he could be sure of was that as long as everything was unraveled, there would be a bright and immortal road at the end.

Holding the cloud and mist dzi, all kinds of thoughts came to him, but in reality, it was only a moment, Zhang Fan came back to his senses, his sleeves were spread, and the mist dzi disappeared.

Also disappearing together is the Yunhua Fairy.

Only the Cloud Divine Sword remained, and it was held in the hands of the Land True Immortal True Body.

After doing this, Zhang Fan turned around, and just happened to see the corpse abandoned Taoist looking over with a strange look on his face, looking at each other, and both of them were stunned.

Zhang Fan was secretly shocked by the surging aura storm in the air.

The three aura storms, as if a tornado had been scattered from the center at once, broke apart, and destroyed everything around them.

The three groups of aura, respectively showing the gentleness of water, the sharpness of gold, and the vitality of wood, are gradually mixed together at this time, regardless of each other.

"What a speed!"

"What a ruthless method. ”

Zhang Fan's expression did not move, but there was a little jealousy in his heart.

These scattered aura storms, in an instant, were still three Avatar Dao Monarchs who were enough to cross the human realm, and they were silently exterminated by the Corpse Abandoned Dao Person.

Such a method can be called shocking, this is still that he is not in a complete state, otherwise it is even more terrifying.

"What a terrifying strength. ”

"What a spicy means. ”

Seeing that the soul of the red-robed middle-aged man was scattered, at least more than thirty percent of the consciousness of the eight-armed demon god was banished to the extraterritorial void, and the rivers and rivers were stripped of at least three layers of skin, and the corpse abandoned Taoist was also numb, and the eyes that looked at Zhang Fan were wrong.

The hemp rod beats the wolf, and the two ends are afraid.

This is the state of the two of them at this time.

After a while, Zhang Fan suddenly smiled, and said with a finger of the scattered aura storm: "The corpse abandoned the predecessors to kill the three gods, and one person was decentralized, one person was killed, and one person was defeated, I don't know ......."

Speaking of this, he paused, and the meaning of his words was self-evident.

"It's a tie!"

The corpse abandonment Taoist didn't want to hear what Zhang Fan said at all, so he directly interrupted.

"Tie?!"

Zhang Fan smiled slightly and didn't say anything.

If you really want to talk about it, it is okay to say that the corpse abandons the Taoist to win, and it is not impossible to lose, and there is no problem with a draw.

The red-robed middle-aged man didn't care for the time being, anyway, he was at least on the same level as the three Avatar Dao Monarchs who fell into the hands of the Corpse Abandoned Daoist.

The eight-armed demon god is very different from the river eternal, and any one of them has the strength to defeat those three.

In the final analysis, the bet between the two at this time is just a choice under the balance of power between the two sides, and it has nothing to do with the facts.

"Abandon the seniors, then when will the agreement between you and me continue?"

"Zhang has something to do and needs to leave the human world for a period of time, if the seniors are impatient, it can be at this time!"

After Zhang Fan opened his mouth indifferently, the corpse abandoned Daoist suddenly fell silent, and only after a long time did he continue: "Fifty years later, still here, you and I will fight again!"

As he spoke, he sighed and said, "The old man knows that you are afraid that you are about to transform into a god, and there will be another immortal in the world, but ......"

The momentum of the corpse abandoned Daoist changed, and the Yuan Shen suddenly straightened up, obviously with a monkey-like appearance, but it gave people a sense of standing up to the sky, and said proudly: "Fifty years later, the old man is not able to say that he has cultivated himself, and it is far from being comparable to today, if you are afraid, I will follow you at this time." ”

If there are outsiders present, now it will be a drop in the jaw.

The two of them were arrogant, their words were proud, and what they said was nothing more than the same meaning: "If you fight again in fifty years, if you want to fight now, it's okay!"

In just two sentences, the fear and disobedience between the two were fully revealed.

"Fifty years of cultivation is over? Zhang Fan secretly slandered: "I don't think fifty years, even five hundred years, I'm afraid it may not be enough." ”

He couldn't see the clue when the corpse abandoned Daoist was suppressed below, and as soon as he made a move just now, he couldn't escape his eyes anymore.

I don't know what has happened to him, his physical body and spiritual power are locked, even if he exploded strongly, he never let go of half a point.

I also want to know that there is no special means, and the long consumption is not to be solved.

If it is easy, how can it wait until now?

"If you want to achieve the Yuan Shen in fifty years, even if you succeed by luck, how much strength can you have?"

At the same time, there was also a burst of disdain in the hearts of the Corpse Abandoned Daoists.

After a while, the two glanced at each other, and each secretly cursed "old fox" and "little fox" in their hearts, and then laughed out loud at the same time.

"It's a deal!"

"Fifty years later, we will decide again!"

The corpse abandoned the Taoist slightly arched his hand, and the Yuan Shen simply lay down on his body, and sank into the ground with the eighteen golden corpses and the platform under him.

The corpse road is originally earth, the art of escaping, but it is ordinary, and the corpse abandons the Taoist, and it is even more lightweight, without the slightest breath of fireworks.

Looking at the place where he disappeared, Zhang Fan pursed his lips, smiled, and walked to the side of the land true immortal.

Immediately, he pondered for a while, stretched out his hand, and several flying sword transmissions flew towards the Faxiangzong and the Northern Xinjiang battlefield.

Some are notifying Feng Jiuling, some are candle Jiuxiao, and pity them.

After doing this, Zhang Fan took a deep breath, and his mind moved, and the true body of the land true immortal suddenly held the divine sword in the clouds, and slashed in the air.

"Row!"

A purple patio-like crack appeared in the void, and the breath that did not belong to the human realm faintly penetrated through this rift.

"A hundred years ago, the Great Forbidden Technique of the Two Realms, Fusang Branches!"

"The sword in the clouds of Zifu Prefecture, the ancient clouds and mist of the rivers and the dzi ......"

"In the Cloud Realm, is there really the opportunity for me to transform into a god?

Standing in front of the purple crack, Zhang Fan's gaze saw through the crack, seeing countless clouds, illusory and real solemnity, suddenly, as if something was calling!

Call......

(To be continued)