A playful smile appeared on Zhang Fan's face. He didn't want to fight with the ghost at this time and place, but he was still an old friend.

"Han Zombie!"

The monk in blue in front of him was Han Jue who could not stand up in front of the gate of the Faxiang Sect.

But today, he is different. The poor man who was once not favored by anyone and almost had no hope of cultivating immortals is now a dignified foundation-building monk.

That's right, Han Jue, who was still the peak of the Qi Refining Period, was on the battlefield of Tianzhu Mountain not long ago, successfully built the foundation in such a short time.

There are no outsiders present now, and Han Zon's cold aura is even more intense, without the evil of ice. However, it seems even more indifferent, as if in such a huge world, nothing can attract his attention except the great way.

Not to mention, the ghost in front of me is eyeing me.

With Han Jue's cultivation of foundation-building, it should be quite difficult to deal with these ghosts, but looking at his expression and reaction, he looked confident and did not take them seriously at all.

"Silent"

A loud roar came out of a slightly solidified ghost's mouth. Then all the ghosts gathered and dispersed and flew forward. Obviously, although they were a little wise, they were not as good as humans after all. A little stalemate consumed their patience.

Seeing them pounce on Han Zhun, a sarcasm flashed across his face, and then his body burst into pieces, and a momentum surged into the sky.

In an instant, a feeling of coolness and humidity arose in the air in the entire area. Immediately, it seemed like spring thunder exploded, everything revived, and a huge phantom slowly rose behind Han Zombie.

At the beginning, it was still not clear, but it was only a moment ago. It was condensed and stretched, like a giant umbrella, covering the Han Zombie under it.

"Concubine!"

Zhang Fan was stunned. Although he had long guessed that Han Zon could enter the country now, he must have a Dharma image that was underestimated by everyone, but he did not expect that it would be such a thing.

Uncle Kang of the Sutra Pavilion in the Morning Star Palace once said that Han Jue was even more unlucky than him, which means that he was likely to have not even obtained the most basic Dharma-Shaped Spirit Art.

It can be seen how remote his Dharma image is. For tens of thousands of years, no decent guy has obtained it.

In just a moment, the mushroom-like Dharma image had already covered the sky and the sun, and even the moon was sprinkled everywhere, it could not penetrate any of it.

Under the shadows, a faint voice came out:

"Scatter."

A simple word, but it seemed like a sudden storm of wind. The huge mushroom magic phase shook violently, and countless green spots of light scattered out, like starry light, sprinkling everywhere.

“Ahhhh

The sounds were like human screams, coming from the group of ghosts.

The ghosts attached to the green dots seemed to be stamped on a branding iron. In addition to screaming, countless yin energy rose up, and then it seemed to shrink, and it looked several times smaller.

Not all ghosts have been caught. After all, they are not humans. The feeling of sadness of rabbits and foxes is much lighter. They bypass the rolling people and cries in their mouths, and rushed straight toward them.

Han Jue had no intention of dealing with it at all. He just looked at them coldly, and waited until the nearest ghost approached quickly, less than ten feet away, and then shouted softly:

"rise!"

Before the high notes fell, there was a drastic change in the field.

The ghost who had been rolling around before suddenly jumped up, and one of them held a pound of pounds and dragged the rest of the ghosts who were not caught to the ground.

Almost at the same time, Han Zon shouted again: "Explode!"

The ghosts responded and green light came out from their eyes. The spewed out was three feet long, and then more than ten consecutive sounds burst out. There were more than ten holes of one person's depth on the ground, but the ghosts were gone.

"Um?"

Zhang Fan, who was watching the battle, suddenly his eyes narrowed and gradually gained a glimmer of enlightenment of his magical powers.

Under his eyes, countless green dots floated up on the ground, and the milk swallows fell into the forest like they were trapped in the beginning of the mushroom. More than ten of them were obviously larger than the other green dots. I think they were those who were thrown into the ghost.

After retracting these green dots, Mo Jiafa seemed to be burping, and trembled for a moment, then slowly disappeared.

"What a magical power!"

"This Dharma image is quite good!"

The voice of the Ku Taoist suddenly rang, and it was obvious that he also saw the trick.

"but,"

"It's much worse than your boy's three-legged golden crow."

"I really don't know what kind of monster it is, it can actually control the golden flame of the sun."

"How could such a terrifying monster have no record?"

Speaking of later, the voice of the Ku Taoist was full of unsolvable meaning.

Zhang Fan smiled, and he had never had this question. I believe that in the ancient times, the three-legged golden crow, which was almost called the sun, disappeared into the long river of history for some reason, resulting in the monks in later generations never heard of it. Even the old monster of the Nascent Soul like the Ku Taoist is no exception.

Thinking about this question is useless, and I am afraid it will be left to the future.

Zhang Fan had a little thought, so he stopped thinking about it. Instead, he continued to look at the mushroom Dharma image that was gradually sank Han Jue's mind.

This Dharma appearance is indeed extraordinary. Although it is far from comparable to the three-legged golden crow, it can be matched with Han Zon. It complements each other and makes up for his qualifications.

Those recycled green dots show what Lou He returned. I don’t know what it is, but it is related to the soul and the old sub-categories. The Dharma image and the monk themselves complement each other. When they accumulate to a certain level, they will inevitably feed back to Han Jue. This is also the reason why he can improve his cultivation again and again.

Han Fu put away his Dharma image, and a green light flashed on his face. Then he relaxed and was about to start, but suddenly he suddenly stopped.

As if it was stiff, he turned around slowly and looked vigilantly at the place where Zhang Fan was.

This time Zhang Fan was just asking for information, and he did not intend to do anything, and he had no time to delay. Therefore, he did not hide his breath. Now that the battle was over, Han Jue naturally felt abnormal.

"Senior Brother Zhang!"

Han Fu saw that Zhang Fan, who was slowly walking out under the dense forest, couldn't help but say bitterly.

"Junior Brother Han, don't be ill!"

"For brother, I haven't congratulated my junior brother on his success in building a foundation!"

Zhang Fan smiled slightly and nodded.

Han Fu's eyes flashed. His palms were loose and hesitant, as if he was hesitating.

"how?"

A cold light flashed in Zhang Fan's eyes and said, "Junior Brother Han still wants to kill Brother Hui to silence him?"

When he was talking, a blood-red color appeared faintly in the hole of the banner, but it was restless and bloodthirsty.

The non-false Dharma image is extremely special. If it were known to people, it would have been spread throughout the entire jin Dharma image school, but Zhang Fan has never heard of similar news. Obviously, he has done a good job in keeping secrets.

I think I have done a lot of things like killing people and silence them!

However, if he dares to hit Zhang Fan, he is really looking for death. He is now having a breath of depression and has nowhere to vent his anger.

After hesitating for a moment, Han Zon was afraid that he also understood the strength gap between the two sides, bowed and said, "Young brother, don't dare."

"Han Jue, I have met Senior Brother Zhang."

"Um!"

Zhang Fan smiled, restrained his breath and said calmly: "I dare to ask Junior Brother Han, what's in the sect?"

“Fangshi”

"how's it going?"

When talking about the market, Zhang Fan's voice couldn't help but tremble, and the contradictory feeling of wanting to know but afraid of knowing was fully reflected.

Hearing this, Te Zombie let out a long breath and her whole body suddenly relaxed.

If Zhang Fan wanted to hide in the dark, with his cultivation, how could he discover that since he appeared in front of him in a panic, he would definitely have something to ask for. Now that he heard such a simple hearing, he immediately felt at ease.

"Senior Brother Zhang, there is nothing wrong with the sect!"

"only

Han Jue looked up at Zhang Fan, looked at the blood-red evil spirits slightly, then moved away, and continued: "It's just that Li's situation in the market is not very good. My junior brother just passed by the outside world, it seems

"Have been besieged for many days."

With his intelligence, he understood immediately. What was Zhang Fan’s real focus? Therefore, when talking about the situation in the market, he couldn’t help but hesitate and did not want to stimulate the other party.

Sure enough, when he finished speaking, he heard a "boom" sound, and his vision was filled with fiery red.

Han Fu trembled slightly, but he endured the instinct of dodging and nailed it to the spot, but just raised an emerald green light around him to cover it.

The blush of the wine came and went quickly. In a flash, it disappeared.

But even after only a moment of explosion, almost as the fiery red disappeared, Han Jue's green light on his body also collapsed. At the same time, he felt like he was hit hard, and the qi and blood in his body floated almost uncontrollably, and he couldn't help but look up in horror.

Zhang Fan gasped for a moment, and a large area of ​​charred black spread on the land around his body. Within a range of dozens of feet, it seemed like he was burned by a bonfire all day, with no grass growing, and it was pitch black.

The last thought in the secretly stunning" was also thrown out of the sky.

Such strength is far from something he can compete with.

After personally experiencing history, he understood the other party's horror, and he did not dare to move at all, just waiting for Zhang Fan to recover.

After a breath, Zhang Fan reluctantly calmed down. These were already in the guesswork, but at this moment, when he heard the exact news, a burst of grief and anger and evil fire could not help but emerge from the bottom of his heart.

"Junior Brother Han, I'm rude to you."

"See each other in the future and say goodbye again."
To be continued...