"Good guys!"

"Are all the immortal cultivators in this world so rich?"

Ning Feng stood in the middle of a scorched earth, holding a dwarf in his hand, and looked at Zhang Fan not far away.

At this moment, Zhang Fan was the same as him, he was wheezing violently, and both his breath and spiritual power had fallen to the bottom.

In the short period of time before, Zhang Fan used all kinds of magic weapons, such as purple electric cones, Great Sun Treasure Books, and Ten Thousand Sword Diagrams...... , plus all kinds of means, I don't know how many yin souls have been swept away, and I have even freed a Jiedan Grandmaster who has become a puppet.

Ning Feng contributed a lot in it, and the little magic powers: fixed stars, glowing and guarding the heart, and the sun god light, took turns to shoot.

With the cooperation of the two, especially Zhang Fan, who did not hesitate to release a big move called Triple Heaven in the end, the dust finally settled.

"Is it this inconspicuous thing that has been tossing us for so long?"

Ning Feng regained his breath a little, raised his hand and danced, struggling desperately, the dwarf who couldn't even touch his clothes, said with a strange face.

Zhang Fan walked over with a sinking face and said, "If it weren't for Brother Ning's help, it would have taken longer." ”

"You can't kill me, you can't kill me. ”

The dwarf screamed and laughed, and the face that could not be seen in fear was even more ugly.

Zhang Fan was silent, and Ning Feng asked with a smile: "Why can't I kill you, let's hear it." ”

"My grandfather is the White Bone True Monarch during the overhaul in the late Yuan Infant period, kill me, you are doomed. The dwarf obviously fell to such a point, and when he mentioned the words "White Bone True Monarch", he still subconsciously held his chest high.

I think it's because he usually uses his grandfather's name as a blessing, and he is used to this name as soon as he reports it, and he can enjoy the fawning of others or in awe, right?

"The one who was just sent flying?" Ning Feng was a little unsure and asked Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan thought for a while, nodded and said, "It should be." ”

The scene that the two of them saw before entering the Fang City, wasn't it the candle dragon Candle Jiuxiao who knocked the white bone bridge to the edge of the sky with one punch with the Zhou Tian Star Chart?

"Tut-tut. Ning Feng looked at the dwarf's face turned pale all of a sudden, and said with a smile: "Your grandfather estimates that he won't be able to recover from his injuries in one hundred and eighty years." ”

What he didn't say was. It won't be long before he returns to his own immortal cultivation realm, what if this dwarf's grandfather is Yuanying Zhenjun, and if he is not Zhang Fan on Yuanshi Bridge, can he still bite him?

This threat is really not itchy.

Zhang Fan is different.

Ning Feng didn't pay attention to the dwarf in his hand, and glanced up at Zhang Fan.

They looked at each other and smiled. It's all in plain sight.

Ning Feng laughed, his arm shook, and the dwarf screamed miserably, and was directly thrown out by him.

On the other side, it was Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan's face showed disdain, and he opened his palm to the dwarf flying over. Hold on violently.

Suddenly, a huge palm appeared out of thin air, with clear lines in the palm, just like a real person's palm, making the same action as Zhang Fan's hand, holding the whole dwarf into his palm, and exerting force!

"Ah~"

A scream. At first, it was sharp enough to puncture the eardrum, and then it came to an abrupt end.

"It's a handy spell to grab in a big way, tsk tsk. ”

Ning Feng was envious, he had seen that Zhang Fan had cast this spell before, it was really a spell that was extremely practical, and it could continue to be unleashed with the improvement of cultivation.

Under his envious gaze, Zhang Fan waved his hand and dispersed the innate grab. The gnomes were gone, only the ashes were scattered down, and the fire still flickered from time to time.

Among them, there was a "pop" sound, and two things fell to the ground along with the ashes.

"Huh?" Ning Feng's pupils contracted, and he watched with interest as Zhang Fan picked up two things, which were a flag made of white bones. At first glance, it is not a mortal thing, and the other is a Qiankun bag with a white bone mark.

The Qiankun bag was not far from Ning Feng's own sea and river cloth bag, and he was not greedy for similar magic weapons, his gaze swept over and landed on the white bone flag.

Ning Feng's eyes. It lit up in an instant, stroked his palm and smiled: "Congratulations to Brother Zhang." ”

Zhang Fan played with the white bone banner for a while, showed a smile, and said: "It's indeed good luck, this banner has the ability to control the yin soul, which is exactly what we need." ”

As he spoke, he looked into the depths of the city, where the last place had been heard with the sound of buildings collapsing and ghosts reveling, for a moment now.

At this moment, there was a dead silence in the depths of Fang City, only the ghosts and ghosts cried, and the sound was endless.

Zhang Fan took a deep breath and arched his hand at Ning Feng: "Brother Ning, this dwarf thing is of great use now, Zhang has a cheeky face, and he has his own retribution." ”

"Needless to say. Ning Feng waved his hand, saw his anxiety, and said thoughtfully: "Let's go out." ”

Zhang Fan nodded gratefully, and the two went to the depths of Fang City together.

Along the way, there are countless ghosts, and there are fewer manipulators, and Zhang Fan has more white bone flags in his hands, like a sea-like yin soul, and it is no longer a resistance.

In the city of Faxiang Zongfang, the two of them were like dragons, and they went straight to the center of Fang.

Even if there are occasional fish that slip through the net, Ning Feng has a small magical power: Dingxing, the two of them roared by, and they didn't stop for a moment.

After a while, Zhang Fan's footsteps, who were currently leading the way, suddenly stopped.

Ning Feng rushed down and rushed through most of his body before stopping.

It was precisely because of this that as soon as he looked up, he saw something else that Zhang Fan had stopped.

An elegant attic, with a hole in the door, apparently forcibly broken by some force, and a mess inside, at first glance it was a place to do business.

There is a well-preserved plaque in the attic, with the words "Banxian Hall" written on it.

"Is this it?"

Before Ning Feng could say this, Zhang Fan rushed past him and rushed straight into the half-idle hall.

Yes, no need to ask, this is it.

Ning Feng grasped the Yingfu Flag tightly and hurriedly followed. He had only just stepped into the first step of the semi-idle hall when he heard the sound of "boom boom" in his ears, as if something was rampage, piercing through the wall and breaking the door.

In the middle, there is also a "squeak" sound, and the half-idle hall is full of mouse corpses, which seem to be a kind of low-level rat demon, called a mole.

Ning Feng just swept his eyes and didn't pay too much attention to it, he had heard of the reputation of "the five skills of the mole rat, all useless".

Hearing the strange noise coming from above, Zhang Fan, who was as violent as wind and fire all the way, staggered a little, and saw the truth through the unextinguished fire in the half-idle hall, and the expression on his face was worried and surprised.

If there is a voice, it means that the person is not dead!

"Grandpa Zhang Fan is said to be just an old low-level monk, and if he insists until this time, there must be an external force intervening, right?"

The big stone in Ning Feng's heart was loose, and being able to come here at this moment proved that the purpose of his coming here this time was basically achieved.

Because the time he bought for his existence really changed his fate.

Just a thought, Zhang Fan rushed upstairs in front of him, and the corner of Xuanjin's clothes flashed in the corridor and disappeared.

"One last step. ”

Ning Feng took a deep breath and followed.

A moment later, when he saw Zhang Fan's back again, he just stepped out, and the whole world suddenly changed.

All the colors faded in a flash, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, a qiē color like a beautiful woman's colorful clothes, faded clean in a blink of an eye, and the eyes were all gray-white.

At the same time, Ning Feng's ability to control his body faded, and the soles of his feet in front of him were about to land, just a distance of a head, and he couldn't live or die.

"What's going on?"

Ning Feng couldn't even roll his eyes, but his mind was as active as ever.

At this moment, he felt as if he had been sealed in a dim old photo, looking at the scene in front of him on the other side of time.

After entering this immortal cultivation realm for a long time, it was not until this moment that Ning Feng truly felt that he was in another long river, wandering in other people's time.

Suddenly—

Ning Feng was able to move again, but he was horrified that it was not himself who was driving his body forward step by step.

After a few breaths, he came to Zhang Fan's side, and the two stood side by side, and they could see the same scene.

"Whew~"

Ning Feng breathed a sigh of relief, he regained control of his body, and at the same time, Zhang Fan on his side turned his head and glanced at him.

It was this glance that Ning Fengxin lifted it up.

The universe is as deep as reincarnation, and there seems to be endless mysteries hidden in these eyes.

Ning Feng reacted instantly:

"This is Zhang Fan on the Yuan Shi Bridge!"

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