At the same time, Shengxun on the opposite side sighed and raised his hand.

"Ask me one last time." He raised his eyes and looked at Yue Dewen suspiciously, "If you come over to my side now, I can add a new position next to me. The status can be equal to that of us."

Yue Dewen did not answer, but with a trace of regret in his eyes, he strode forward.

White clouds and smoke seemed to flow out from behind him endlessly, turning into air waves and rushing toward the opposite side. He only had the power of one blow.

And this blow will also be his strongest move ever.

No matter what, he, Yue Dewen, is not defeated by anyone. The only one who can defeat him is himself!

Countless clouds rolled up and fluttered against the surrounding blue light barrier, quickly canceling out, dimming, and annihilating the blue light on the entire high platform.

"It's a pity that Xiao Zhirongfang didn't get to see you one last time..."

He murmured softly and suddenly put his hands together in front of his chest.

"Master, did you just rank me second?" Suddenly a familiar voice came into his ears.

"Am I not your most respected Taoist? Senior brother, who knows how to live in seclusion every day, can he be as motivated as me? I can't pretend that I didn't hear what you just said."

"Who told you to come a little late?" Yue Dewen replied with a smile, "Your senior brother was also a great genius in the past... What I like most about your master is the genius! Huh!?"

Suddenly his face stiffened.

"What the hell!? Who was talking just now!?"

He seemed to have heard the voice of his apprentice Zhang Rongfang just now?

But how could such an extremely dangerous place be accessible to an ordinary spirit general named Zhang Rongfang?

Buzz…

Before he could recover, there was a vague and noisy sound of movement approaching quickly from the huge crack in the ground above the cave.

The sound goes from far to near.

From small to large.

Getting louder and louder...

Only then did Yue Dewen realize that it was not just him, but the Holy Xun opposite him also raised his head with a solemn face and looked up.

"What is this!?!" Sheng Xun's eyes showed deep confusion and shock.

He has never felt such a breath or momentum!

After living for hundreds of years, the harvest of heaven and earth has been repeated again and again, but this time something seems to be different.

Strange, bloody, vast and ancient.

Their eyes passed through the deep crack at the same time and landed on the edge of the rock wall.

Wow!!!

Suddenly, a blood shadow flashed, falling from the sky like a beam of light, passing through a large gap and falling straight towards the high platform where the two of them were.

The blood shadow fell and pulled out a dark red arrow-like afterimage. Suddenly it stopped in the sky above the two people.

With a laugh, a pair of huge dark red wings ten meters wide spread out.

Endless blood-colored smoke spreads and steams from the wings, filling the surrounding area.

"It seems I'm not too late."

The shadows on the blood shadow were dispersed by the blue light, revealing a face that neither Yue Dewen nor Holy Xun could have imagined.

That face is terrifyingly young!

"Rong...Fang...!?!!!" Yue Dewen raised his head, his eyes revealed confusion, doubt, shock, and shock!

"Is it really you!?" He looked confused. He didn't know how the disciple he valued most in front of him could become like this.

"How did you get in??"

"As you can see, it flew in." Zhang Rongfang replied with a smile.

Yue Dewen wanted to say...what else, but the Holy Xun opposite him burst into ear-splitting laughter.

"It's really incredible, hahahaha!" Sheng Xun's eyes softened, and when he looked at Zhang Rongfang, he seemed to recall a certain figure from the past.

"Young people today are much better than we were back then."

"Old man, you are going to die." Zhang Rongfang looked at Shengxun and smiled.

"This is a war for our seniors, but it's not your turn for a brat like you to intervene." Sheng Xun shook his head in confusion.

laugh.

"Whether you can intervene or not is not up to you."

Zhang Rongfang landed gently on the ground and stood in front of Yue Dewen.

"I used to think that Master would always be invincible and would always be able to protect me. Unfortunately, I was wrong."

Behind him, Yue Dewen's lips moved slightly, wanting to say something, but for a moment he felt an inexplicable touch in his heart. He couldn't say anything.

"I thought he would always be invincible and always protect us from wind and rain. But now it seems... he is not just an ordinary old man!" Zhang Rongfang laughed.

"You stinky boy!!" Yue Dewen slapped Zhang Rongfang on the head.

Snapped.

His hand was held by Zhang Rongfang.

The latter suddenly exerted his strength and threw him off the platform.

"Go down." Zhang Rongfang raised his hand and pointed.

A ball of blood suddenly appeared on the ground, supporting the falling Yue Dewen.

"Don't be brave when you're about to die! You've held on for so long and protected us for so long, and now..." His eyes returned to Saint Xun, "It's my turn to protect you!"

Yue Dewen did not resist.

At the moment of contact, he detected that his disciple's current physical strength was incredibly strong.

It is completely the same level as the previous level.

He himself could hardly hold on anymore and staggered, sitting on the bloody water and gasping for air.

The dark gold disk behind him slowly disappeared. At the same time, the surging white clouds surrounding him also quickly faded and dissipated.

Looking at Zhang Rongfang who was confronting Shengxun on the high platform, for some reason, his eyes suddenly felt a little moist.

"You brat... you don't treat the old man lightly, the scum got into your eyes!" He blinked hard, and a trace of the Flame Emperor Talisman's divine power flowed, drying his eye sockets instantly.

At this time, on the high platform.

Shengxun kept looking at Zhang Rongfang with a very strange look.

He did not take the opportunity to interrupt the opponent's attempt to change the two of them, but just watched quietly and waited.

"Has anyone ever said it?" He waited until Zhang Rongfang completely threw the master away before he slowly said, "You are very similar to a person."

"You should say that there is someone who looks like me." Zhang Rongfang retorted.

He flapped his wings, blowing up everything on the high platform and scattering it around. The violent air flow formed into a strong wind, causing the robes on the two of them to shake constantly.

"I, Zhang Rongfang, created my own Immortal Martial Arts. Three flowers gathered at the top of the head, and five qi came to the source. Now I have become an immortal and call myself the Blood Immortal Ancestor. Who else in this world can compare with me at my age!?"

Zhang Rongfang opened his arms, and his glowing red eyes were like two burning blood flames in the blue light.

"What a spirit! You have great momentum." Shengxun applauded softly, "I just don't know if your strength is as strong as you say."

Taking the creation of a sect as a method and condensing to create a general trend, the founders of such sects are often extremely powerful.

This is also the use and strengthening of potential at the grand master level.

Later inheritors were not so strong. One of the reasons was that they lacked this pioneering trend.

so……

He suddenly looked forward to it...

One of them is eight meters tall and the other is three meters tall.

At this time, they were standing on a high platform, ten meters apart. For their heights, this distance was almost within arm's reach.

At this point all words are gone.

The two looked at each other, blue light facing blood flames.

A moment.

"Deal with you!" Zhang Rongfang raised his hands.

The ground beneath him quickly turned red and darkened in color.

"Get up!!" Suddenly, countless large amounts of blood surged out from behind him.

Not only that, a huge amount of blood appeared out of thin air on all sides of Shengxun's body, up, down, left, and right.

Just for a moment.
To be continued...