"Rubbish!"

Changfeng Zhenjun did not arrive, and he arrived first, and directly drank the heart sword on Changlian Daojun's head.

The heart sword collapsed, the seven emotions scattered between heaven and earth were lost, and the feeling of deprivation of the six desires was suddenly swept away, but seeing that the shattered sword qi in the sky was scattered, tearing apart all the clouds and all the airflow in the surrounding hundreds of zhang radius.

Even the Avatar Dao Monarchs who followed Changlian retreated one by one, for fear of being affected.

Changlian was shattered by Changfeng Zhenjun's heart sword, and his whole complexion became better, and his face changed from a soy sauce shop to a pale and bloodless face, and he also returned to the dullness and ruthlessness of a coffin shop.

Seeing this, Zhang Fan's heart moved, and he was secretly vigilant against the bitter and lonely heart sword.

Previously, the Changlian Daojun was obviously stimulated by the Peacock Minglun King and other ancient demon kings, and then found that he had broken the big thing of Changfeng Zhenjun, and he was frightened for a while, and he messed up his heart sword holding, causing the seven emotions and six desires to explode, and the bitter and lonely heart sword suddenly came out.

Although Zhang Fan had never experienced the power of that sword, he had never experienced it personally, but when he felt the fluctuations of the aura between heaven and earth, he roughly knew it in his heart.

"If this sword is split, it is enough to kill a strong person of the same level as Changlian Daojun. ”

Changlian Daojun is nothing in the hearts of the Peacock Minglun King and others, but the bitter and lonely heart sword that he suddenly burst out has the power to do so, if it is used by Changfeng Zhenjun, it will be really terrifying and terrifying.

"Preserve seven emotions and six desires instead of stripping, and use them to condense into a heart sword and cut off mortal dust!"

"Is this the so-called Bitter Silence Heart Sword?"

Zhang Fan groaned, his eyes flickering, but he couldn't be sure.

The realm of Changfeng True Monarch is far from what Chang Lian can match, even if all the people of the Heart Sword Bitter Silence Sect combined, they all cast the Bitter Silence Heart Sword in front of Zhang Fan, it is not enough for him to have a clear judgment on the strength of Changfeng True Monarch.

Without him, if it weren't for this, there would be no saying that "the heart sword is bitter and lonely for a long wind".

The sound of breaking still echoed in the void, and a sword aura like a heavenly sword broke through the air, attracting everyone's attention.

The sword qi condensed into substance, converged the edge, there was no seven emotions and six desires to shake, and there was not even the cold light after the divine sword was born, only unpretentious, simple and restrained.

In terms of this essence sword qi, there are more than ten people standing on it, but the first one is one in the front and three in the back.

The first person was an old man with a white beard and an ancient face, and the most striking thing about his body was the two long eyebrows, which slid down his face and hung down to his chest and abdomen.

When the wind rises, the long eyebrows flutter, fluttering and fairy.

Behind this long-eyebrow old man, trembling and towering stood three rickety old men who were so old that they could barely see their eyebrows.

These three old men are really old, their whole bodies are as thin as firewood, there is no half of meat, only the wrinkles on their faces are layered, blurring the contours of their facial features together, at first glance, the three are actually different, there is almost no difference in appearance.

How many years of wind and frost do you have to go through to get to this point?

The four people in front of them sucked everyone's eyes together, and there were more than ten Avatar Dao Monarchs standing behind them, but none of them even looked at them more.

Outside the gate of the Faxiangzong Mountain in the Lianyun Mountain Range, in the past ten years, under the fierce battles, even the weakest Qi refining cultivator among them has seen dozens of Divine Dao Monarchs, among which there are even such a leading figure as the Peacock Minglun King throughout the ages.

Under the vision of such an experience, the ordinary Shinto Jun can no longer cause even the slightest ripple. Even if it were staggered, the appearance of any one of them in the human realm would be enough to cause an uproar.

Zhang Fan's gaze never stayed on these people, from beginning to end, he did not leave the old man with long eyebrows.

As soon as the pair of long eyebrows that marked the surname came out, he immediately recognized this person.

"Changfeng Zhenjun!"

"The Optimus Pillar of the Heart Sword Bitter Silence Sect is a supreme figure who single-handedly pushes the sect to the pinnacle of the Spirit Immortal Realm. ”

In the past, it was said that in the underground immortal cultivation world, Zhang Fan once killed a real person named Mu Tianyan. That Mu Tianyan was a chess piece of Changfeng Zhenjun in the underground immortal cultivation world, and through the Tongtian Mirror he carried, Zhang Fan took a picture of this Changfeng Zhenjun.

At that time, this Changfeng Zhenjun may not have put Zhang Fan in his eyes, and his words were extremely rude and arrogant, and the two sides could not talk for a few sentences, and they completely tore their faces.

At that time, Zhang Fan was just a monk of Dan, far from being the Eastern Emperor today!

The two met again after hundreds of years, and the barrier between the two worlds that separated the two sides was gone, and at the same time, the distance between the two was also extremely close, and it was no longer the difference between the earth.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Fan and Changfeng Zhenjun's eyes collided together, and slowly staggered, there was no lightning spark, only a deep gaze, as if he wanted to see each other through.

After Changfeng Zhenjun retracted his gaze, he stepped out, and a crane suddenly resounded in the sky.

There was a sudden darkness in the sky, if there were dark clouds drifting by, looking up, you could just see a vigorous and graceful crane flying from the sky, its speed was fast, just in time for Changfeng Zhenjun to step into the air, supporting his figure.

Cross your knees and sit down.

The immortal crane took Changfeng Zhenjun, who was sitting cross-legged on it, and flew in front of Changlian Daojun and the others in a flash.

At the same time, the Heavenly Sword condensed by the sword qi suddenly shrank by a million times, and the three old men of the three old dragons and the group of Divine Dao Monarchs behind them were in the void, closely following the Changfeng True Monarch.

With a "brush", the original giant heavenly sword turned into a slender long sword and flew into the center of Changfeng Zhenjun's eyebrows.

At this time, he was already facing Changlian and the others, and there was no sense of color in his eyes, there was a dead silence, and he couldn't see joy or anger.

Being illuminated by this gaze, Chang Lian suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, and knelt down in the void: "Chang Lian, thank you senior brother for your help." ”

As he spoke, he knelt three times and bowed nine times, bowed and worshipped, with an indescribable tremor in his voice, as if he was ashamed and afraid: "Senior brother, it is useless to be honest, and if you break a big thing, please punish Senior Brother." ”

Behind him, more than a dozen Divine Dao Monarchs also acted in the same way, and they didn't dare to be rude.

The prosperity of Changfeng True Monarch's accumulation of power made them feel that when they were swept by that ruthless gaze, everything in their hearts seemed to be transparent, and they didn't dare to raise even the slightest disrespect.

After staring at it for a long time, Changfeng Zhenjun retracted his gaze, flicked his sleeves, and everyone got up. Then, he gently patted the crane under the seat, turned his head, and said lightly under the supernatural power tree:

"Donghuang, Zhang Fan!"

"Okay, you are very good, the seed back then has become a big tree now, and you have to work the true monarch's heart sword to cut it, which is enough to be proud. ”

In Changfeng Zhenjun's words, there is still no sense of ** color, but for some reason, that feeling of being high in his ears arises spontaneously, as if whatever he says is taken for granted, and he can't even give birth to the slightest resentment.

Zhang Fan, naturally, is not among them! He was just a knot back then, so he didn't eat Changfeng Zhenjun's set, let alone now that he has become an equal player, it is even more impossible.

"If a group of demon kings are united with the true monarch, Zhang may have a hard battle today, but Changfeng Zhenjun you are too domineering, and now you want to kill Zhang Mou here with your heart sword and those minions, it is unavoidable to be delusional. ”

Zhang Fan's words were not polite at all, but he stood up directly, and the aura around his body soared into the sky, like a volcanic eruption, and the power was unstoppable.

"Peacock Minglun King!" Changfeng Zhenjun's eyes opened and closed, as if a cold light flashed, and quickly fell silent, making people wonder if they had seen their eyes.

"Birds and beasts, after all, are flat-haired beasts, insufficient and conspiracy, the true monarch has his own plans, so don't bother with the Emperor Dong. ”

Changfeng Zhenjun slowly got up on the crane and said word by word: "Are you really under the sword of the True Monarch's heart, can't you be killed?"

"Zhenjun Heart Sword, Shang Li, is it? Zhang is willing to give it a try!" Zhang Fan smiled coldly and competed against each other.

"You junior, you are too rude. ”

Before Changfeng Zhenjun could speak, one of the three withered old men behind him suddenly opened his eyes and said this. At the same time as he opened his eyes, the wrinkles on his face stretched out, revealing a pair of eyes like cold stars, which were sharp and not like old decay.

As soon as the withered old man finished speaking, Zhang Fan raised his eyebrows, and before he could speak, his heart moved, and he suddenly looked back at the sky.

There, the clouds are rolling in the sky, surging like a sea of clouds, and suddenly approaching.

At the same time, a deafening voice sounded: "I think you are not polite, you are old, and you are embarrassed by your juniors! ”

"Come on, come on, you three old immortals want to do it, right, I'll wait for the gods of Kyushu to give you a ride here. ”

Before the words fell, the clouds surged, and more than ten figures fell from the sky, standing opposite Changfeng Zhenjun and others in the air.

"Kyushu Avatar?!"

"These are the major sects that guard the dragon veins of the human world and resist the plundering of the Spirit Immortal Realm?!"

For a while, I don't know how many eyes converged and stared at the dozen or so people.

Among them, a burly man, with a purple complexion, walked out and shouted: "The three elders of bitterness, do you dare ~~ dare ~~"

The word "dare" is like thunder on dry land, and it will blow up so that many people are unsteady and swaying.

The wind is blowing!

One side is the real pillar of Kyushu, and there is a great contribution to the Kyushu god in the world;

One represents the world, and the other is the immortal forces, tense and confrontation in the sky.

In the middle of the two sides, it is Zhang Fan, the Eastern Emperor!

Seeing that the situation was about to erupt, the fierce battle that had lasted for ten years at the Lingxian Que was about to be staged again outside the mountain gate of this Faxiangzong.

At this moment, the eyes of both sides were attracted by a figure slowly floating in the air at the same time.

Zhang Fan stepped on the Xuanhuang Yunqi, and the East Imperial Palace was on his head, just like that, in front of everyone, he rose to a height level with the two sides, and was in the middle of the two sides.

For a while, millions of immortals all looked up and were silent, only Zhang Fan bowed and saluted, first saluting the great merits of the Kyushu gods to the world, and then said:

"Your predecessors have come from afar, and my Fa Xiangzong has nothing to repay, so I am really sluggish. ”

"This time, let's leave it to Zhang!"

As he spoke, a black cry suddenly rang out on Zhang Fan's body, and the mountain gate of the Lower Law Sect was suddenly shrouded in the bright starry sky, and a picture scroll slowly stretched.

(To be continued)