"A fight fifty years ago?"

Zhang Fan was still in a state of motion, sat down and said with a smile: "I dare not forget it for a day."

Fifty years ago, he seized the opportunity to transform into a god, but was chased by the Taoist Lord of the Spirit Immortal Realm. There was an ancient giant like the corpse of the Taoist Taoist, standing opposite him, and his form was extremely dangerous.

Under such circumstances, Zhang Fan released a trump card that had been hidden for a long time and used the aura of immortal spirit to activate the body of the real immortal on the land. This not only killed the Taoist Lord of God of Transformation, but also intimidated the Taoist of the Corpse and made a fifty-year agreement, and had a breath of breath.

Now fifty years have passed away. Although the Taoist corpse has recovered his cultivation and has even gained benefits in the countless years of suppressing the thunder and refining, even better than his heyday, Zhang Fan is not Wu Xia Ameng, and has undergone a complete transformation.

If it weren't for this, how could the Taoist who abandoned the corpse would have been abandoned so many times, and would not have sat down with him and had a banquet. Just as he said, he was so stingy, and he didn't even have the qualifications to observe his methods, let alone the rest.

The arrogance of the corpse abandoned Taoist is just placed in the light, without any concealment, and does not arouse people's disgust. Instead, it feels natural and indifferent to appearance, it is indeed a kind of ancient giant.

After Zhang Fan finished speaking, he slowly raised the fragrant tea on the table with one hand, as if his whole body and mind were immersed in the aroma of tea, without stagnating with external objects;

Taoist Ziqi's eyes were wide open, and his golden armor shone brightly, as if his whole body was trembling, and he could burst into a blow of collapse and cracking at any time.

Both sides were speechless for a moment. Shutong, who was next to him, held Manniu with one hand and Mo Ling with the other, slowly left the place where the atmosphere gradually became solidified.

Shutong also had the cultivation of the God Transformation, but he knew in his heart that although his heartbreak had been broken and he was not weak among the God Transformation Daojun, he was far from enough to see the ancient giants like the Taoist of Corpse.

He can't even intervene, let alone the manniu Moling's favorite?

Neither Zhang Fan nor Taoist of Ziqi had any indication of their retreat, as if he had not noticed it at all.

In fact, the same is true. At this moment, the two top powerhouses of different eras only have each other in their eyes. The surging airflow like a surging kilogram of mud and sand is moving forward and backward, and an invisible confrontation is taking place.

Both sides were silent for a moment

I don’t know how long it took, or maybe it was a moment, or maybe it had been several days. Even when Shutong and others avoided it from afar, they still felt as if they were about to suffocate, a sharp laugh suddenly tear everything to pieces.

“Hahaha~~~Hahahaha~~~~”

Accompanied by this laughter, countless sounds of cracking and crackling each other and exploded with a bang.

"Tear~"

The stagnant airflow between Zhang Fan and the Taoist Ziqi was instantly torn into countless parts. Each scattered airflow seemed like a sharp blade, falling on the tree, falling on the ground, and leaning on the stone, was a deep ravine, as if in this silent confrontation, these airflows contained indescribable power.

Such a unique laughter is undoubtedly the sign of the Taoist corpse. When he heard it, Shutong Moling and others immediately changed their color.

"Can't it..."

The competition between Zhang Fan and the Taoist Ziqi has exceeded their understanding. There is no clue from beginning to end. I don’t know who has the upper hand, let alone the winner.

How can the Taoist who is the corpse-abandoned laughter be kept from shocking?

Under their eyes, Zhang Fan's appearance was almost no different from a moment. He was as calm as the wind and wind, as if there had never been any confrontation. He just gave a cup of tea to his friend who had not seen for many years.

"Bang."

A very light sound seemed so clear when everything was silent, but Zhang Fan put down the slowly drinking teacup and bumped it on the desk table.

His tea-tasting behavior seemed to have been a lifetime. If it weren't for all the great men present, he wouldn't have understood the mystery. He only thought it was just an ordinary drinking tea.

The slight sound that reached the extreme was as if it was a signal. Zhang Fan and the Taoist Ziqi looked up at each other and smiled at each other.

"The corpse abandons seniors, and the heroism remains the same as that of the past"

Zhang Fan smiled slightly and admired sincerely.

"Good boy, there is no sun or moon in cultivation. Ziqi didn't know that such a hero has appeared in this world." Taoist Ziqi was amazed, "Boy Zhang, if you were born in ancient times, you will definitely have a place among the great masters. All the great demon kings and sect leaders, you must be with you."

The praise of Taoist Ziqi is extremely high, and it comes from the mouth of a strong man who was the overlord of a country in ancient times, which is particularly important.

Shutong and others were immediately happy when they heard this, and at the same time they breathed a sigh of relief: "No more fight? That's good, that's good."

The Taoist Ziqi is full of fierce power. Even if it has never attacked them, it will bring great pressure to people. It is naturally a great thing to be able to face it without having to face it.

Thinking of this, Shutong couldn't help but feel a little more admiration when he looked at Zhang Fan. You should know that he was a head-on battle and the Taoist corpse. The pressure was imaginable, but he could be so calm and his cultivation was so earth-shaking.

Only by comparison can we know the level. At this time, Shutong couldn't believe that not long ago, he witnessed Zhang Fan's success in relying on his own, and truly gained a foothold in the realm of transformation.

This is not a new god of transformation? Who has ever heard of a new god of transformation who can compete with an ancient giant like the corpse Taoist?

"Dao Jun praised it."

Zhang Fan smiled slightly, stretched out his hand and brushed it. The table, **, Lingguo Lingjiu and other things were swept away. In the field, Zhang Fan and the corpse-abandoned Taoist sat opposite each other, and there was no barrier between the two.

"not good."

Shutong was stunned at first, and then his expression changed. Seeing that this situation was not like drinking and talking, it was obvious that he had to go barefoot. At this time, he didn't know that his previous thoughts were completely wrong. They might really have the intention of sympathizing with each other, but they obviously had no intention of giving up.

"Yes, no, no, I will be wrong. I will abandon the Taoist for my whole life. I will not deceive others by lies, and it will be even more impossible for me to flatter you as a junior."

The Taoist of the Corpse was restored to his extremely arrogant tone, with a very arrogant attitude but not annoying because he had this qualification.

“Great Good.”

Zhang Fan was not angry, but his expression was a little solemn, and he said in a deep voice: "At this good time, Zhang's soul has just been established, and he has been able to discuss the Tao with such a strong man as Taoist. What's the point?"

"please"

"Boom~"

The word "please" is like a hurricane brewing over the calm ocean that is more than a hundred times faster than before. Within a radius of thousands of miles, it is all shrouded by an invisible pressure, and everything solidifies and stops, waiting for the storm to come.

"Okay, OK, OK~"

Taoist Ziqi laughed, and regardless of the messy underground, he sat down like this, holding his knees with both hands, and said proudly: "Sit and discuss the truth, right? I will discuss the previous discussion with you today."

Before he finished speaking, the colors of heaven and earth changed. The dense dark clouds seemed to be shaken by the solemn atmosphere between heaven and earth. They covered the sky and covered the huge sky, as if someone held a huge bag and took the sky in one hand.

“Huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh

The strong wind suddenly rose, and the dark clouds were everywhere, and the flags suddenly became flags.

“Good come”

Unlike the horror of Shutong and others, Zhang Fan's originally calm face suddenly showed an excited look, which was a stimulation of the joy of seeing the hunt. Such a look had not appeared on him for many years.

The Taoist of Corpse is the number one enemy that can be seen after his soul is perfect. Previously, neither the Three Ancestors of Heaven and Man nor the Ancient Thunder Giant could be compared with him.

This is not just a matter of strength.

The three ancestors of the heavenly beings may have been extremely powerful back then, but their minds were taken away and they were exiled to the clouds for countless years. Their spirit had already been exhausted. Their cultivation might be even better than those in the past, but the actual threat was not enough;

The ancient thunder giant never really woke up from beginning to end. He only had his body, but was not the son of the earth who competed with the demon god heaven in the ancient wilderness.

The corpse abandoned Taoist is different.

The corpse-abandoned Taoist fifty years ago is the same type as the ancestor of the ancient thunder giant celestial being. After fifty years of rest and digestion, it is in its peak state, even better than its peak period when it is dominated by the world.

This is the opponent Zhang Fan longs for most at this moment.

The dark clouds cover the sun and the flags are all displayed, which is just a prelude.

Zhang Fan knew it well, laughed out loud, stroked his eyebrows with one hand, flipped the other hand, pressed down to the earth between the two, and shouted:

"What a person, Daojun, why should he be so petty and hide and make people feel bored."

Before he finished speaking, two golden lights burst out, as if there were two red suns, shining together.

As soon as Zhang Fan's eyebrows, the image of the golden crow condensed in the Eastern Emperor Realm suddenly turned around at his eyebrows, endlessly moving, spreading its wings slightly, the sun shining brightly condensed into a sun wheel hanging behind Zhang Fan's head, bursting out billions of golden lights, instantly piercing through the dark clouds that covered the sky and the sun.

This is the case

Er was the pressure from Zhang Fan flipped his palm.

With one palm pressed, the entire earth trembled, as if the palm was holding a brilliant red sun, and golden light and flames with a destructive aura poured into the earth.

"Ao~"

A roar spread from the Nine Netherworlds, through the earth, reaching the world.

This roar sounded like a sound, and when you heard it carefully, it seemed like a torrent of countless sounds gathering, which shocked people and gods. Even if you blocked your eyes and ears, it could not stop a terrifying scene of turning around the earth and corpses turning over the sky.

"This is……"

The scene in my mind was extremely clear, even more so than I could see. Whether it was Shutong who had expected it or the ignorant Manniu Moling, they all recognized what it was at the first time.

"Eighteen Golden Corpse, Completely Confused"

In ancient times, the heroes were so powerful that the Taoist corpse was able to enjoy the land of a state, and to achieve the power of the Dharma Xiang Sect and the Sect, the eighteen golden corpse appeared in front of Zhang Fan and others in a prosperous manner.

The eighteen golden corpses today are obviously a world of difference compared to fifty years ago. I don’t know when they lurked into the land under everyone’s feet. Even Shutong, the Taoist Lord of the God of War, did not notice it. Only Zhang Fan could force it out with his palm under the sensation of the qi. How terrifying is this?

Whenever Shutong thinks about the tragic situation of being hit by the Eighteen Golden Corpse while being confused and ignorant, his face turns pale, better than frost and snow.

“Hahaha~”

"It's time to be happy."
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