Chapter 140 Three Tips

Zhang Fan stood in front of the door of the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion and looked like the door, but not like the door, which made Zhang Fan worried. There was only one gap in this "door", and a little blue light slipped out of this gap, which attracted Zhang Fan's attention. Is this also a test of whether I am qualified to enter? Zhang Fan stared at the "door" in front of him and said to himself. I don't know that not far away, there is a black light spot staring at Zhang Fan silently, and Zhang Fan still has no feeling about all this.

"Blood Big Seal"!

Zhang Fan got a big blood seal to the door. The door suddenly burst into a dazzling blue light, which flew out and fell into the array of the pavilion guarding the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion. As a result, the big blood seal did not persist for a breath, and was crushed by the power in the array, and even the blood spirit did not run out.

Zhang Fan's eyes widened and squeaked his lips a little farther away from the array guarding the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion, which made him slightly resp. I don't know. If this big array wants to destroy Zhang Fan, it will be as easy as a palm. It's almost a matter of a few breaths, which doesn't take much effort, including the small black light spots hidden in the dark. This array only has the effect of defense. It is impossible to tell whether the black light spot is the same as Zhang Fan, so it defaults to this black light spot.

Zhang Fan took a deep breath and slowly walked to the door, putting his hands on the door and closing his eyes slightly. After a scent, Zhang Fan opened his eyes with joy. Zhang Fan stepped back a few steps and pinched the formula with his hands, which he had never practiced before. Finally, he stood up with one hand and a light blue rune appeared in his palm, echoing the blue light point emerging from the crack of the door. Then, the closed door slowly opened.

Zhang Fan smiled at the corners of his mouth and slowly walked into the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion. At the moment when the door closed, the black light spot on the appearance of the door no longer hesitated and followed in.

As soon as he entered the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion, eight towering stone pillars appeared in front of Zhang Fan. This Tibetan Sutra Pavilion is different from other Tibetan Sutra pavilions and is in the shape of a pagoda. There are eight stone pillars supporting the whole Tibetan Sutra Pavilion. These eight stone pillars are carved with dense runes, which makes people dizzy at a glance. I really don't know how to describe it. Eight stone pillars shine blue, illuminating together in the tower.

Zhang Fan is at the bottom of nothing, only eight pillars stand there. Next to the tower, there is another circle of spiral stairs connecting different stone chambers. Zhang Fangang wanted to control the light, but was fiercely suppressed by the shining blue light of the stone pillar. Don't let it move at all. Zhang Fan had to walk slowly up the stairs. The black light spots behind Zhang Fan were even worse, and they could only slowly move on the ground.

When he walked to the first floor, the stone room was hidden. Zhang Fan gently pushed it, and Zhang Fan was immediately stunned. It turned out that these jade slips that recorded the skills were not placed on the bookshelf as in memory, but were wrapped in a blue light and kept flying in the sky. And every recorded skill will emerge on the jade slips. Black villains who are difficult to distinguish with the naked eye are standing on the jade slips, constantly drawing the skills in the jade slips, which is extremely advanced, so that it can be refreshing at a glance, and there is no need to worry without choosing the formula.

"The shocking tunnel, the name is good, but this power..." Zhang Fan couldn't help shaking his head when he saw that the black villain practicing the skills was about to fall asleep.

"Dragon Slayer Seven, this is good. But how can there be so many dragons for me to slaughter now? Zhang Fan looked at the black villain who practiced the seven-style style of slaughtering, and a sentence burst out in his mouth. As a result, the villain hid in the jade slip. The blue light flashed, and the jade slip that recorded this skill disappeared. Obviously, he was angry by Zhang Fan's words.

"..." Zhang Fan was speechless.

The second floor.

"Exterminate the hand? No way, this skill is too harsh to turn your hands into beast hands? I can't accept it."

"Refinery Collection? I don't have this talent."

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The third floor.

"Eh? This seems to be good. Zhang Fan casually grabbed a jade slip in the air, which made Zhang Fan very interested.

"Exercise your virtual space, and finally practice space spells against the enemy. It can not only store items, but also be used to hurt the enemy. This really suits me." Zhang Fan was full of joy, firmly holding the jade slips that recorded this formula, and decided to practice this spell.

Fourth floor, fifth floor, sixth floor...

After reading the magic formula in the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion, Zhang Fan selected three magic formulas, a method to exercise the virtual mustard space and cultivate into a strong inner world, which can trap the enemy and make his own words in this world. The other is the "local distractor", which is extremely famous. After the cultivation, the yuan god in his own Yuanying will transform into three yuan gods and turn into three distractions. If he can invade the other party's Zifu Yuanying, then this person is not far from death. The remaining formula is the "magic demon". This formula is not an attack formula, but an auxiliary formula.

After its cultivation, it can be said that the blood evil spirit in Zhang Fan's body is transformed into a blood evil demon, and the power is many times greater. This "blood refining big * method" and "magic demon" are complementary formulas. Zhang Fan did not choose other formulas, because Zhang Fan felt that he had enough of these formulas. The formula is not more than more, but more refined. If a trick is cultivated to a great success, it will produce endless moves with infinite power.

Zhang Fan came to the bottom and began to sit and practice. But at this moment, Zhang Fan was shocked, and a sense of danger came from behind. Zhang Fan suddenly stood up, rushed forward, and suddenly turned around. He saw a black light making a deadly roar and stabbing Zhang Fan.

The red light flashed in Zhang Fan's eyes, and the blood evil air came out of the body and turned into blood-colored barriers. At the same time, it emitted suction and firmly absorbed the black light. The dark light dissipated and exposed the body, which was a long fight. This long fight kept struggling, asked for the suction of the blood barrier, pierced into a space somewhere and disappeared.

Zhang Fan was like a big enemy, carefully looking at everything at the bottom. After a while, a small black light spot next to a stone pillar attracted Zhang Fan's attention. Normally, Zhang Fan would not think about anything when he saw this light spot. It's too ordinary. At the bottom of this Tibetan Sutra Pavilion is a light blue ocean. Now such a black light spot is really confusing. You can see the difference at a glance.

"I know where you are. Come out." After saying that, Zhang Fan patted the black light, and the strong aura formed a huge palm print and patted the black light.

The black light emitted from the light spot and turned into a man in a black robe. This black robe exudes a little aura, which is obviously not ordinary.

"Who are you?" Zhang Fan said vigilantly.

"Who am I, then I will tell you with kindness. Tianmo Sect, Lu Hao. The man took off his black robe and put it into the empty space, revealing his delicate face. But Lu Hao's eyes were murderous and he stared at Zhang Fan closely.

Zhang Fan knew that there would inevitably be a fierce battle, but he was still excited. Zhang Fan didn't know what was going on. When he thought of fighting, the blood all over his body couldn't help but boil. He wanted to hunt the other party and suck out the blood. This is the negative impact of the "blood refining big * method" on Zhang Fan's mind.

Lu Hao smiled coldly, pinching the formula with his hands, and the momentum of his whole body changed, like a demon from ancient times, extremely domineering. Lu Hao is an eyeliner placed by Tianmo Sect in the Magic Flame Gate. One day, he will enter the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion, understand some secrets of the Magic Flame Gate, and also to find out the black crystal at the top of the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion.

However, it was obvious that Lu Hao did not figure out the law of black crystals at this time, because the upper layers were all sealed. At this moment, he was eager to deal with Zhang Fan, which was obviously the big hand summoned by Zhang Fan to defeat the "ghost" Yang Tian. If you can get this magic formula, your strength will definitely increase greatly. Lu Hao thought.

"If you can hand over the secret of summoning the 'monster', I think I can spare your life. Otherwise, don't force me to be vicious, let you die without a burial place, extract your soul, and extinguish the ashes. At that time, you can't keep anything." Lu Hao said coldly. With his mid-year-old cultivation, how can he deal with the other party?

Don't you feel that your tone is too arrogant? Many people want to kill me, but they have become the souls under my sword. Zhang Fan took out Ling Zun's sword and pointed it at Lu Hao.

"Heavenly demon ecstasy!" Lu Hao opened his mouth and spewed out a black fog. Countless demons in the black fog were disillusioned, and the sound of dark demon howling was endless.

"Diaobug's little skill." After saying that, Zhang Fan waved his hand, and the black fog was dispersed. Lu Hao showed surprise and wanted to pinch the formula, but the next moment he found that he could not move.

"What is this?" Lu Hao was frightened to find that he was tied by blue ropes and could not move at all. It turns out that the builder of the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion has long figured out that it is not the way to deal with it. First of all, when the owner of the magic flame door held the opening token of the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion, Zhang Fan's breath was ingested, allowing the spirit of the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion to recognize Zhang Fan, who was free to enter any stone room below the top floor within three days. Subsequently, Zhang Fan can master the formation of the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion. If he encounters a sudden situation, he can resist the enemy and protect himself. Because Lu Hao did not know the wonderful use of the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion, as a result, he was trapped by Zhang Fan.

"What did you do when you came to the Magic Flame Gate?" Although Zhang Fan had vaguely guessed the purpose of Lu Hao's visit to the Magic Flame Gate, he couldn't help asking.

"I want you to say, no way!" After saying that, a resentful look flashed in Lu Hao's eyes, and the magic power in his body actually broke through the shackles of blue light and galloped in Lu Hao's body.

The next moment, Lu Hao said something, and his body was empty, burning like a piece of paper, disappeared, and finally disappeared invisible.

"Damn, let him run away." Zhang Fan looked at the same way as Lu Hao and Chimei fled for their lives, and now knew the source of Chimei in his parents' memory.

"Heavenly Demon Sect!"

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I don't know who is charming, please read the first chapter...