Chapter 60 Yan Yu Seeks Revenge

The barbarian eagle swallowed the snake head of the two-headed python and felt unsumptuous. It actually swallowed the two-headed python's demon elixir. It seemed that it was afraid that Zhang Fan would say it. A circled and quickly got into Zhang Fan's beast bag. No matter how it shouted, it refused to come out, as if it was digesting the demon elixir.

Zhang Fan shook his head helplessly, and then looked at Wang Chen, with a chill in his eyes, hiding a trace of murder. Wang Chen was shocked, "He, he is warning me to leave here immediately, or I will kill him!" Wang Chen looked complicated, and many thoughts turned around in his heart.

When Zhang Fan saw that Wang Chen still refused to leave, he took a big step. The power of blood quickly condensed beside Zhang Fan, obviously to take action against Wang Chen. Taoist friends, please calm your anger. I'm leaving now, and I'm leaving now. Wang Chen quickly arched his hand and hurried away. But after turning around for a moment, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and there was an additional thing in his hand, an oval thing, with a trace of stench emanating on it. If there is a bright-eyed person here, you can see that the stench is composed of dirty things, which is a special yin magic weapon, which makes the magic weapon invalid for a period of time.

Aside from the side, the fat monk escaped a disaster. Seeing that Wang Chen was about to leave, he quickly went forward to hold him, glanced at the thunder in his hand, and hurriedly said, "Taoist friend, this thief killed my brother. I hope you can uphold justice!" Wang Chen hurriedly shook off the fat monk's hand, as if he didn't want to get involved, but the thunder in his hand had shifted to the fat monk's hand.

Wang Chen and the rest walked out of the valley. In the valley, there were only two people left, the fat monk and Zhang Fan. Are you really going to die?" Originally, Zhang Fan didn't want to bother any more, but when he saw that the fat monk still didn't leave, there was a murderous opportunity in his heart, like the cold light in summer, which made people tremble.

The fat monk shouted, raised the Buddha's demon pestle in his hand, danced a few times, and immediately scattered a little golden light, quickly condensed into a demon revered man, standing behind the fat monk. The fat monk shouted loudly, jumped high, raised the pestle in his hand, and cut it down. King Kong defeats demons!"

The demon-repressing master behind the fat monk flashed and turned into a golden light into the demon-repressing pestle in the hands of the fat monk. The momentum was even greater. A force of Buddhism and authentic demon-repellent power emanated, and all the demons were avoided!

Zhang Fan looked as usual and raised the Ling Zun sword in his hand. The power of "Dunyue" was injected into Ling Zun's sword without hesitation. For a moment, earthy yellow and gold blended with each other, making people unable to distinguish between true and false.

Just as the pestle and the sword touched each other, the fat monk looked crazy, raised the thunder of his right hand, and suddenly threw it at Zhang Fan's Ling Zun sword and shouted, "Thief, die!" Suddenly, the earth-covered filth rushed to Zhang Fan and turned into a dirty beast, corroding Zhang Fan's "spiritual suit" and Ling Zun's sword.

I saw that the Buddhist scriptures on the "Psychic Dharma Clothes" suddenly shined and purified all the dirty beasts nearby, but there are too many dirty beasts to be completely purified. The light of the psychic clothes gradually faded, leaving only a trace of golden light constantly resisting.

The remaining dirty beasts rushed to Ling Zun's sword. After a while, the light of Ling Zun's sword was completely dimmed.

"Haha, thief, go to hell." It's too late to say that all this is just a pestle between two breaths.

"Is that so?" Ling Zun's sword, which was originally dirty in Zhang Fan's hand, shined brightly at this moment, and a sword split out on the pestle.

There is no doubt that under this Lingzun sword, the magic pestle is fragile like a layer of paper, split and split into two halves.

"No!" The fat monk roared and died unwillingly.

Zhang Fan wiped the blood stains on Ling Zun's sword and looked at the body of the fat monk that had been cut in half. He shook his head helplessly and said indifferently, "Tell you not to mess with me, but to provoke me. Heaven can live for sins, and you can't live for your own sins.

The strange aroma was still floating in the air. Zhang Fan smelled it and jumped across the sky. He came to the "Dragon Birthday Fruit", carefully picked off the "Dragon Birthday Fruit", wrapped it with Zhenyuan, and put it in a storage bag. After all this, Zhang Fan closed his eyes and meditated for a while, and then there was a plan in his heart.

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Far from the "Dragon Birthday Fruit" valley, there is a mountain with a strong aura. The back of this mountain is a natural section, which is suitable for opening up caves for practitioners to practice and retreat.

Zhang Fan came here a few days ago and built a simple cave for himself to practice for himself. Elsewhere on this mountain, there are also several caves opened up by practitioners, which are quite rewarding practitioners who want to refine what they get, so that they can arrange them here.

Outside Zhang Fan's cave, more than a dozen arrays were arranged by Zhang Fan in advance to form a "locking dragon array" to trap the enemy for warning.

In the cave, Zhang Fan is mediting quietly, summarizing the silent analysis of the recent fighting methods and increasing experience.

After pondering for a moment, Zhang Fan took out the "dragon birthday fruit" in the storage bag. There are too many dangers in this small world. It's also good to increase your strength first. Then, Zhang Fan took a bowl of water and put the "dragon fruit" into it.

The golden shell of the "Dragon Birthday Fruit" quickly fell off, and then the yellow pulp was exposed. The pulp melted in water. After a while, the fist-sized "dragon fruit" had been almost diluted by this bowl of water, and the yellow ** rippled slightly in the bowl.

Zhang Fan picked up the "Dragon Birth Water" with both hands, raised his head and drank it. At first, Zhang Fan didn't feel anything. He only felt a cool ** flowing down his throat, along the position of the meridians, swimming in the veins of his whole body, and was absorbed little by little.

After running like this for a few weeks, Zhang Fan felt that the coolness had dissipated. Then there was heat, and there was heat everywhere in the body, as if countless flames were born in the body, burning themselves.

"Ah!" Zhang Fan has endured to the limit and roared to vent his accumulated pain. After roaring, Zhang Fan felt much more relaxed, but the heat did not disappear, but became hotter and hotter. Finally, it was hot. He seemed to be a big stove, emitting heat all the time.

Zhang Fan is still sitting, but the sweat flowing all over his body has wet Zhang Fan's clothes. Zhang Fan kept gritting his teeth, and finally began to recite the "clear mind" and entered the space to exercise his consciousness again.

This time, the illusion was countless mirrors. The body of consciousness transformed by Zhang Fan walked to the mirror and looked at his face in the mirror. Then there was a golden light, and the mirror surrounded Zhang Fan. What appeared turned out to be Yunyue's face!

"Forget me!"

"Forget me! ......”

At this moment, the gentle voice is like an endless dagger, piercing Zhang Fan's heart, not only piercing, but piercing. Zhang Fan's face is ferocious, painful, helpless and unbelieving!

"It's not true, it's not true!" Zhang Fan's divine body roared loudly, followed by the sound of the mirror breaking, pulling Zhang Fan back from the strange space.

"Isn't it still possible?" Zhang Fan's face was pale, and shocking blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.

"I still can't pass this trial. I know it's not true, but why am I still persistent?"

"One day, I will go to the fairyland and ask clearly in person!"

Zhang Fan closed his eyes and no longer thought about Yun Yue. When the divine consciousness sinks into the body, it feels that the body is a little stronger than before, the meridians have become wider, and the true power has increased a lot.

Zhang Fan couldn't help showing a happy expression, but then calmed down.

"In this 'blood refining big * method', the most mysterious move is because I don't have enough real power. I couldn't practice before, but now my real power has increased. I think I should be able to practice!"

Move your heart at will and do whatever you want. Zhang Fan pinched the formula, opened his eyes, and tried to fantasize about the upside down of the world in front of him.

One incense, two columns of incense, three incense...

After a day and a night, happy laughter came from Zhang Fan's cave. Haha, I finally succeeded!" Zhang Fan's appearance was very horrible. His hair was loose and his eyes were red, but he left two crimson marks along the corners of his eyes. The marks of blood had dried up.

"I finally practiced this 'bloody seal', haha."

Zhang Fan danced happily, but suddenly found that his appearance was very horrible, so he began to wash up.

"For good luck, I have foresight and built a pool in the cave, otherwise I won't stink." Thinking of a group of flies following him everywhere in the future, Zhang Fan's whole body trembled, and then jumped into the pool.

Just when Zhang Fan was happy, Yan Yu stepped on the flying magic weapon in the air and rushed to Zhang Fan's cave angrily.

"Well, stinky boy, I'm going to let you die without a burial place! Miss Ben's whip is on you, and the mark is left on you. You can't hide unless you can leave this Yuanying cave!" Just as Yan Yu whispered, a man in a black robe appeared beside her. As soon as the man appeared, Yan Yu was immediately surprised and said, "Brother Yan Rong!"

The man in black, known as Yanrong, took off his black robe with both hands and revealed his true face. This person's appearance looks about 20*, handsome, very similar to Yan Yu, but Yanrong has a handsome temperament, which is very charming.

"My little princess, who provoked you again? Thousands of miles of music led me over." Yanrong put his right hand around Yan Yuliu's waist and said with fascination.

"Brother, you have to make the decision for others. I was injured, you see." Yan Yu showed his white lotus-like arm and saw a mark on it, hovering ferociously on it.

"Okay, I'll avenge you!" Yan Rong said angrily. Where is he?

Yan Yu smiled sweetly and said charmingly, "It's not far ahead." But he said secretly, "Kid, if you dare to hurt me, you will die!"