The thunder and heavy rain turned into a thin purple thunder curtain like a torrential rain. The roar brought out a layer of violent purple feeling.

"Bang"

On the back of the manta, Zhang Fan moved his body and pierced through the purple thunder curtain, knocking out a big hole, and suddenly it closed.

The tiny purple thunder hit his shoulders. But after twisting for a moment, it turned into blue smoke.

If it were decades ago, Zhang Fan would not dare to do this no matter what.

At that time, the heavenly power and thunder punishment were everywhere. For hundreds of thousands of years, the power of destroying the world was gone for one person.

After passing through the purple thunder curtain, Zhang Fan paused and stopped.

Beside him, the huge body of Man Bull also rushed out, and rushed forward a few more steps before barely stopping. When he looked up, he saw a mountain that was so close that it seemed as if he was about to fall down.

"of"

The manniu was stunned, his head was circling, his eyes were glancing around, and he couldn't figure out why such a craft was blocked in front of him.

The mountain is like a huge palm, turning over from the sky, covering something with five fingers, gathering earth and rocks to form.

From a distance, the outline of the five fingers is clear; from a close distance, the powerful sense of oppression suppresses all condensation and comes to the face.

Within a radius of hundreds of miles, and even further away, there are traces of scorched earth. Every inch of land and every grain of dust condenses powerful destructive power.

Occasionally, when the wind blows, two particles of dust collide gently together, the sky thunder ignites the earth's fire, bursting out thunder that has been accumulated for hundreds of thousands of years.

The tiny purple thunder that had been like a rain curtain before, mostly came in this way, and the heavenly punishment that had destroyed everything had long dissipated in the wind.

"What mountain is this?"

"Manniu muttered to himself, but the muffled sound echoed out, echoing from afar. The mountains ahead that suddenly rose up and were incompatible with the scorched earth from all directions were trembling gently, as if they were about to wake up from sleep.

"Five Fingers Mountain!"

Zhang Fan's voice suddenly sounded in Manniu's ears. The bull's head was raised in surprise, but he saw that he had stood beside him at some point, looking up at Wuzhishan, as if he was feeling remembrance.

"Ah, master, go quickly!"

Manniu suddenly exclaimed, as if his tail was on fire, turned his head and looked back for a moment, wishing he could run away.

Only then did he realize that he was still being chased and quickly escaped back to the Faxiang Sect.

"Don't be impatient."

Zhang Fan habitually slapped it on the head. Then he took a step forward and suddenly appeared on the top of the Five Fingers Mountain, the top of the peak.

This cessation was originally made by him driving the mountain, turning his palm over, suppressing it down, standing on his five fingers, up. His consciousness seemed to be able to feel a sleeping figure under the mountain through the rocks.

Just at this moment, a sound of ", among the 100,000 mountains, the former Thunder Cliff, and today, around Wuzhi Mountain, a fog was floating out of thin air.

The mist is like silk ribbons, clouds and dreams linger, permeating the sky, and chaos is in the world.

The dreams of all beings, more than a hundred years, are condensed in the fog of thousands, making everything seem like a dream.

A thousand mountains and cloud dreams!

Qianshan Yunmeng Gorge. Old Tree Ant Spirit. Zhang Fan walked through 100,000 mountains and had contact with them. Such methods were originally from the hands of the old Tree Essence in Qianshan Yunmeng Gorge.

Yunmeng Yanxia shrouded the surroundings, as if a barrier was covered. When she was in it, Manniu immediately felt much safer. She shook her tail and licked her face and came over and said:

"Ah, Master, I understand. It was the message you just sent."

Judging from his proud look, he almost said, "Am I very smart?"

It had previously buried its head in escaping, but it was not too much to care about so much. It just vaguely felt that Zhang Fan had posted something, and now it was not stupid to remember it.

"Um!"

Zhang Fan responded and said calmly: "It's just a few delays, that old guy won't fight hard."

However, some of the innate Yi Wood essence wanted to make an old monster who had lived for countless years to fight to the death. There was no such cheap thing, and it would be okay to delay it for a while.

This is enough.

Zhang Fan casually searched for a bluestone and sat cross-legged. His whole mind suddenly sank into the five fingers and spread to the depths.

His purpose here was at the foot of Wuzhi Mountain."

It was clearly silent, but Man Niu's mind burst out. It seemed as if a stick was inserted into it and stirred hard.

"What's this?!"

It almost bit off its tongue. As soon as Zhang Fan's consciousness entered the Five Fingers Mountain, it seemed to alarm the sleeping ancient beast. It was about to wake up before it woke up. It also had the natural pressure deep in its soul."

"God, what can you do to me?"

"God, this sect is out of trouble today. The world is so great. Who can do anything to me? If you can't see it, then another lightning strikes me to death."

The sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks look like a monkey head; the coarse cloth and blue clothes look like an old farmer.

Just such a vulgar and thin body burst out with amazing power. He was the most powerful man who pointed at the sky and scolded the earth, was unscrupulous, and the world was so great that he could no longer take it seriously.

A corpse abandoned Taoist!

The consciousness penetrated into the Five Fingers Mountain, and Zhang Fan's mind produced a image of Ru, as if his spirit was deeply sacrificed in every piece of earth and stone.

This scene was also the wild resentment he had when he suppressed the Taoist Taoist, who had resisted the power of the sky and thunder punishment and broke free from the shackles.

The consciousness continued to deepen, until the bottom of the Wuzhi Mountain.

In the endless abyss, rich golden light was covered with it, like a thick layer of lichen sky, isolating everything.

One and three Dharma seals, destroy the evil gold seal, suppress it!

It was this golden light and the Five Fingers Mountain that suppressed the mighty Taoist, the world-class powerhouse.

Zhang Fan came here for him.

"Um"

Just as Zhang Fan's consciousness penetrated deep into the golden light, a sound rang out.

It is hoarse and harsh, and it is not full of madness. Even if it falls to this point, it still has the power of a tiger.

"Who is it?!"

Immediately, on a pound of pounds, a pointed monkey cheek was covered with blue fluff, which seemed to be a human figure with a crown of monkeys.

Around him, eighteen tall, golden figures sat cross-legged, like county sects guarding the king.

"It's me!"

At the foot of Wuzhi Mountain, in the abyss space, Zhang Fan's voice echoed leisurely.

At the same time, on Wuzhi Mountain, he suddenly reached out and stroked the crown, and the golden light penetrated into the ground.

A corner of the platform was divided into pieces, and golden light came down from the sky. The crow cried and condensed into a human form under the embrace of the golden crow Dharma image.

"The old man abandoned the body is safe."

Zhang Fan walked forward with the body of the Dharma body, and stopped just as the eighteen golden corpses were about to try.

"So it's you!"

The body of the Taoist Ziqi was still motionless. A phantom on it struggled for a moment, barely straightened from his body, and looked at it from Zhang Fan's perspective. It seemed as if he was sitting on his own belly.

"His soul is still bound in the body, and this little time is not enough to restore him."

“I have no problem with my thoughts.”

Zhang Fan's expression remained unmoved, and he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, smiled slightly, and sat opposite him.

During the whole process, the Taoist Ziqiu did not let the Eighteen Golden Corpse take action, which somewhat surprised Zhang Fan.

"What are you, the lucky one, coming to do?"

"I have great luck and are loved by the world. Why don't I do your big business and come to see what I am a prisoner? Do you want to laugh at me?"

As the Taoist Ziqi said, the soul waved his arms angrily, and his depression and indignation were beyond words.

Zhang Fan laughed silently, but remembered what Taoist Ku said when he used his luck and supernatural powers to suppress the corpse and abandon the Taoist: "If his luck is strong, how could he have suffered from tens of thousands of years of thunder catastrophe? Once the net reappears in the sun. Also, you, the little evil star, have many disasters and difficulties, and the lonely star of Tiansha, is born unlucky, which is not enough to describe this old boy."

"Tiansha Lone Star, born unlucky!"

"Hahaha"

Zhang Fan laughed in his heart, but it was difficult to show it. Otherwise, this guy who looked extremely irritable would have taken action.

"Senior Shengqi has been very serious."

"Zhang is here to help you get out of trouble!"

Zhang Fan said with a smile, and as soon as he said something, he was shocked.

"What?!"

Zi Qidao's body trembled suddenly, and his soul was also twisted.

Around the surroundings, the eighteen golden corpses seemed to feel his mood, and they were about to rise, but they seemed to be moving. For a moment, it seemed as if the eighteen golden figures were awakening.

"Good guy!"

Zhang Fan glanced at him, and a hint of admiration flashed in his eyes.
To be continued...