Chapter 200 Unknown {Four Thousand Words Chapter }

"Clean the world's virtual dust"!

Zhang Fan put his hands together and closed his eyes. It seemed that at this moment, he reached the great ethereal realm of the Buddha's family, sitting in the eternal past, and his soul was immortal; he grasped the power of the present and above all sentient beings; his eyes penetrated the layers of illusory future, as if he wanted to obtain the road above the nine heavens. Jump out of the three worlds, transcend reincarnation, and reach the other side of eternal life.

The flame is burning and twisting in the void, changing from red to purple, which has reached almost the power of fire! The space was also burned and made a sizzling sound, and a trace of black smoke appeared, constantly converging on the top of the fire dragon mask. The white-haired old man outside the mask had red eyes and gritted his teeth and looked at the burned Zhang Fan.

"It's coming!" All the formed purple flames in the white-haired old man's control hood turned into a fire dragon and suddenly wrapped around Zhang Fan's body.

The fire dragon directly passed through Zhang Fan's body and directly hit the cover of the fire dragon cover. Purple flames appeared, fiercely burning the wall of the fire dragon mask. The fire dragon also humanized and stretched out his purple fiery claws on his abdomen and scratched his head. He did not think of why he had locked the enemy in front of him, but he could not wrap his body. However, his figure is slowly dissipating.

"Damn it!" The white-haired old man looked at some burned and deformed fire dragons. Although this fire dragon mask can withstand the high temperature, the purple flame condensed by the white-haired old man and condensed all the flames is not what this fire dragon mask can withstand. Just stained with a little purple flame, the wall was a little damaged, and the whole prohibition that could bind the power of space was suddenly removed.

This made Zhang Fan, who had just come out of the ethereal realm, instantly feel that he could penetrate the space and move. Without hesitation, Zhang Fan pinched his hands and turned into a blood mist. He escaped from this cover and made Zhang Fan suffer all the cover.

The white-haired old man had a gloomy face. Unexpectedly, he took out his face killer mace, but still did not hurt Zhang Fan. He can't hang on his face either. According to his investigation, the man in front of him has never survived the disaster for more than a month, because the breath of the general period on his body is not very stable, but in this way, it still did not hurt him, which made the white-haired old man extremely angry. Seeing that the person in front of him is his own murderer, but he can't revenge. The suffering of this kind of thinking makes the white-haired old man miserable.

The mood fluctuated a little. Zhang Fan, who had just formed in the void, seized the emotional fluctuation and attacked fiercely.

Zhang Fan's ten fingers were thrown, and ten blood rays were pointed at a line of poisonous snakes that were difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, spitting out snake letters, and biting the white-haired old man from a strange angle. At the same time, Zhang Fan pinched the formula with both hands and roared in his mouth. The belt wrapped around the hair suddenly cracked, and the hair automatically rose without wind, and the sound wave formed a big mark over Zhang Fan.

"Blood big print!"

A trace of evil blood flashed in Zhang Fan's eyes, and the blood was patted on the white-haired old man with great strength. Wherever you go, space is not only as simple as collapse, but countless small spaces are disillusioned in it, deducing infinite chaotic reincarnation.

The white-haired old man's face has also changed a lot at this moment. The ten bloody white-haired old man did not pay attention to it. What really frighten the white-haired old man was Zhang Fan's bloody big marks! A trace of fear permeated around the white-haired old man.

Before the big fingerprints of blood were taken down, the white-haired old man was surrounded by this sticky bloody smell, which was rendered into the smell of fear of 18 layers of hell. Even the breath of the white-haired old man was suppressed.

The power of a palm is so horrible!

The white-haired old man retreated quickly, stretched out his hand and stretched out the empty mustard space, then took out a dazzling white object, put it horizontally on the palm of his hand, and then recited the formula devoutly. Just as the bloody big handprint was about to fall, the white object suddenly rose to the sky and turned into a huge white shield in front of the white-haired old man.

The big handprint of the bloodshed is patted on the white giant shield, and the white light on the white giant shield bursts, and the big handprint of the blood is divided into salute. The red and white alternate with each other and are evenly matched with each other.

At the same time, the ten blood rays bypassed the white giant shield and shot directly on the white old man. The blood awn penetrated into the body of the white old man like a blood-sucking slime worm. Suddenly, the white old man's face turned extremely pale, and at the same time concentrated on exploring the ten blood rays in his body. The color of the white shield that lost the support of the white-haired old man gradually darkened, and gradually lost its dazzling color, and the bloody big handprint suddenly patted it.

The white-haired old man sneered, and then pointed to the white giant shield with one hand. The white giant shield met him and touched the big marks of blood. The white-haired old man's body was shocked and his face became depressed. At the same time, he mobilized a lot of magic power to suppress the blood light everywhere in his body. Every time this blood smokes the blood of the white-haired old man, it will grow a little, and then give the white-haired old man boundless pain.

But Zhang Fan is not much better. The same body shook, and the chest seemed to be hammered heavily, and a stream of blood surged up and was spit out by Zhang Fan. Zhang Fan looked ugly. Looking at the white giant shield in front of him, Zhang Fan could be sure that the white giant shield in front of him was definitely a top magic weapon. Its ability is to connect the contact with the caster at the same time, and then smash the seal to make the caster suffer the effect of counterattack.

"If so, you can only break the broken shield in front of you." Zhang Fan stretched out his right hand and clicked the green light to condense. The hilt of the sword could be gathered in the palm of Zhang Fan's hand, and then the sword body.

"I have an artifact in my hand, and I'm afraid that your shield won't break!" Zhang Fan began to attack the white shield when the white-haired old man took his energy to suppress the bloody light of chaos in his body.

"Dunyue!"

The strong earth atmosphere overflows in every corner of the space, and it seems that the space has become extremely heavy. Then a yellow light went straight to the white shield, and at the same time, the space became extremely light, and some gravity disappeared. Zhang Fan found that this "broken mountain" is more and more like the power that can break the earth, which has exceeded the ability to break mountains.

When the white-haired old man recovered, Duan Yue's sword spirit had been cut off and fiercely chopped on the white shield.

"Puff!" Zhang Fan, who was subjected to the force of counterattack, suddenly bounced up in the air and kept retreating. Then his right leg suddenly kicked into the void, which stabilized his body. Then he looked up and saw that the white-haired old man was the same. His face became bloodless, and a trace of blood flowed down from the corners of his mouth.

Seeing this effect, Zhang Fan was happy. It seemed that the white shield was not without weaknesses. Looking closely, the white shield was not intact, but the silk cracks appeared on the shield like a spider web.

forcibly suppressed the injury in his body. Zhang Fan did not wait for the white-haired old man to adjust his state and cut out the second sword at the same time.

"The sea!"

A stream of water vapor filled the air, bringing people to the endless blue of the sea. At the same time, breathing is hindered, and the air begins to condense slowly, which is suffocating.

A light blue sword spirit was raised high by Zhang Fan, like a groundbreaking axe, scattering the thick water vapor, and then violently cutting it on the white giant shield.

"Puff!" Zhang Fan suddenly sprayed a mouthful of blood, and then strongly touched the blood at the corners of his mouth. His eyes were also crazy, the white-haired old man who was also seriously injured.

The eyes of the white-haired old man are not as crazy as before, but a little dim. His Taoism suffered a great blow, and a demon monk who had just survived the disaster could fight against a demon monk who had survived the disaster for a long time, which hit him hard.

Zhang Fan raised the idea of cutting grass and rooting. He was not afraid that the Heavenly Demon Sect would come to make trouble again and kill more people so that the Heavenly Demon Sect could pay more attention to himself. And every time you kill a person, you can seize all the essence of the other party's Yuanying essence, so as to improve your strength. At the critical moment, you can save your life!

Zhang Fan took out the bamboo bone given by the mysterious old man. Every time Zhang Fan looked at the bamboo bone, he felt a familiar force echoing in it, but he couldn't remember it. However, Zhang Fan could not see through the power in the bamboo bones, which made Zhang Fan guess that the mysterious old man was absolutely superior in strength. It may be a great power in the metamorphosis period and live in seclusion. Just like the old way of forgetting dust.

At this time, the white-haired old man's breath changed and seemed to become ethereal. Zhang Fan did not dare to take it lightly and tried his best to guard the white-haired old man.

"The sky is nameless!"

The white-haired old man whispered, and the sound seemed to reach an unknown territory through the dark time. Even Zhang Fan, with an iron mind, couldn't help shaking his mind.

What's more surprising happened. After the white-haired old man called out the name, the white giant shield suspended in the air turned into a white **, constantly changing its shape in the air and squirming in his hands among the white-haired old man.

Zhang Fan's eyes shrank and knew that this white shield was not as simple as a top-grade magic weapon. Is it a top-quality spiritual treasure?" This idea flashed in Zhang Fan's heart.

"The sky is nameless!" The white-haired old man called the name again and again. An unspeakable breath suddenly floated in the world, which was extremely uncomfortable.

The white light mass is constantly covered in the hands of the white-haired old man, and then forms a white glove. This white glove has two thrusts, which stretch strangely in front of it and seems to be alive.

When Zhang Fan saw the spur, his heart suddenly tightened. He didn't know what was going on. His intuition told him that these two thrusts could pose a great threat to himself and he should always be careful.

"The sky is nameless!"

The white-haired old man called a name for the third time and for the last time. The white glove suddenly condensed, and the white rune leaped in the void and printed on the white glove, as if injecting a fresh energy into the white glove, making the spur suddenly stretch, half the size of an arm. At the same time, the white old man's body also mutated.

The clothes on the body then cracked, and then the skin slowly faded, and a layer of gray scales appeared, shining with an inconspicuous gray light. And the face has basically not changed.

"The unity of man and beast!" I don't know what's going on. The image of the white-haired old man in front of him reminds Zhang Fan of the guy who used the "unity of man and beast" in the forbidden land of the Yan family. However, the image of the white-haired old man is still a little different from that, that is, the breath of this white old man is more powerful.

Zhang Fan slowly turned around and knew that the current situation had deviated from the battle plan formulated by Zhang Fan at that time. However, it can't be said that every general practitioners will have several killers, which is also what Zhang Fan expected. Zhang Fan can't beat it. He can use the "line of yin and yang" to escape. There is absolutely no worry about life. Therefore, Zhang Fan wanted to have a good fight with the demon practitioners in the general world in front of him.

It's good to win, but Zhang Fan will not be discouraged if he loses. If you can talk about killing the other party, Zhang Fan will make a lot of money! The essence of Yuanying in the Tongjie period has made Zhang Fan keep reading it until now. However, seeing that the other party has become this form, Zhang Fan knows that it is difficult to kill him, but he still has the ability to scare him away.

"Twelve Strikes in the Sky!"

The sound of the white-haired old man's intermittent wind sounded around the air. Zhang Fan was shocked. At the same time, the power of space has also begun to be disordered, making it impossible for people to cross the space easily. However, Zhang Fan, who has secrets, is not in a hurry. As long as the space is not completely imprisoned, with the "line of yin and yang", Zhang Fan can easily leave anywhere.

I saw the white-haired old man flashing in the void, and twelve figures appeared, each deging their extremely mysterious claws. The sharp breath shattered everything around him with a breath of life! There is no scum left, and nothing will be left.

"It seems that this old man is going to do his best." Zhang Fan looked at the rapid approach of the twelve figures in front of him and thought of a formula to suppress the "12 blows of the world". Those other formulas do not stipulate whether they can be used or not. However, Zhang Fan didn't expect that his magic formula could not restrain this "twelve blows".

In this way, you will definitely be affected by this figure. Zhang Fan can't tell which of the twelve figures is real and which one is the scapegoat.

The first figure came to his body, and he saw that the spur suddenly straightened and poked directly to Zhang Fan's chest. Zhang Fan suddenly retreated and dodged the fatal blow.

"It's all true!" Zhang Fan got such a result after dodging several attacks and guessed the situation.

"This is not easy to fight!" Zhang Fan narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at one of the white-haired old men coming from the sky, and then patted the white-haired old man fiercely in the void. A bloody handprint appeared in an instant, thus suppressing the white-haired old man on the opposite side.

Suddenly, an idea of a life-and-death crisis appeared on Zhang Fan. Zhang Fan did not look back and directly flashed the blow. In the void, a white old man was manifesting his body, and then his double thrusts suddenly trembled, respectively to Zhang Fan's two major critical places.

Zhang Fan felt a little embarrassed. Twelve figures can be separated from the opposite side, which is enough to confuse Zhang Fan. The divine consciousness can't find out anything, so Zhang Fan has a feeling that there is no way to start.

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