This sect is going against the sky

"Ling Meier, take it together, I have fulfilled your previous conditions."

Huo Misheng's eyes moved slightly, he suddenly looked at the old woman behind him, and promised.

Lin Fan's strength was beyond everyone's expectations, but because of this, everyone knew in their hearts that if he couldn't keep him at this time, he would be letting the tiger go back to the mountain, and there would be endless troubles.

This is a situation that no one wants to see.

"It's a word."

Ling Meier agreed without any hesitation.

The way she looked at Lin Fan was full of passion and determination.

It is impossible for Donghuang to have Nirvana true energy, which is the consensus of all the people in the world of heaven and man.

So even if Lin Fan is in the Nirvana state, he must not have cultivated through normal means, and the only thing that can be explained right now is that he has the inheritance of the Great Emperor.

The stronger Lin Fan's strength was, the more extraordinary the emperor's scriptures he cultivated.

How can she not be excited?
Even if Huo Misheng didn't speak, Ling Meier would never let Lin Fan leave so easily.

Almost when the wind knife was attacking Lin Fan, Ling Meier had already read the magic formula in her mouth, and saw a series of obscure runes read from her mouth, which turned into golden lights and dissipated in the air.

A stream of mysterious and mysterious Taoism rushed in all directions, directly imprisoning the space in this area.

Lin Fan raised his brows, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he recovered quickly.

While the folding fan was turning, I just knocked down all the wind knives, but saw the withered vines under my feet growing wildly again.

In the blink of an eye, the withered vines wrapped around his body, trapping him firmly in it.

While the originally rotten rhizomes were constantly shrinking and binding inwards, they also faintly revealed wisps of blue-green light, trying to absorb the spiritual power in his body as nourishment.

"Boy, take out the Emperor's Scripture, and the old woman will help you out of this bondage, how about it?"

A rough and ugly voice sounded.

Ling Meier walked over slowly on crutches, her old cloudy eyes were full of greed.

"If you don't want to be the nourishment of this ancient blood dragon, I advise you to be obedient..."

"I refuse." Before the old woman could finish speaking, Lin Fan interrupted her.

Ling Meier's wrinkled face shook violently, a murderous intent flashed in her eyes, and she yelled violently.

"Don't eat and drink a toast!"

The crutches on the dragon's head hit the ground, and a mysterious and ancient Taoism diffused from it.

The ancient vines wrapped around Lin Fan's body moved without wind, and began to grow sharp barbs little by little.

Lin Fan felt that those little things with teeth and claws were desperately squeezing and trying to pierce his flesh.

"A lively little thing!"

He commented objectively, and then moved his hands slightly, the withered vines wrapped around his body suddenly made bursts of breaking and tearing sounds, and as the violent spiritual energy in his body spread outward, it was immediately shocked smash.

"Unfortunately, it's just annoying."

Seeing Lin Fan gently shaking the folding fan, looking intact, and then looking at the powder dust scattered on the ground, Ling Meier's whole heart was bleeding.

This is the ancient blood dragon vine, even if you look at the whole world of heaven and man, only she has such a section, but this section has been wiped out by the kid in front of you.

"Boy, you are courting death!"

The old woman's face turned blue and red.

As soon as the words fell, the sound of the wind blowing from the crutches was already approaching.

Lin Fan folded the fan to block it, and Ling Meier urged the spiritual power in her body to inject into the crutch.

I saw the ordinary crutch suddenly lit up with a bright stream of light, as if it had come to life in an instant.

"Boom~"

The sound of dragon roar sounded.

Several golden dragons sprang out from the crutches at a high speed, jumped over the folding fan, opened their mouths full of fangs, and flew towards Lin Fan.

Lin Fan saw Jinlong approaching in the blink of an eye, and immediately narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Oh!"

"Woo~"

The muffled sound of physical collision sounded, even mixed with the sound of a dragon chant.

Just when the golden dragon was right in front of him, Lin Fan didn't dodge or dodge, and he hit one of the dragon's heads with his fist.

The action was so fast and ruthless that it was too late for everyone present to see exactly how he did it.

After Lin Fan sent the dragon flying, he pointed his fist at the other one.

"Bang bang~"

This time, he threw out two punches in succession.

Jin Long didn't even have time to utter a mournful cry before he was blasted to pieces.

At this moment, the melodious flute sounded, floating over the entire ancient battlefield, both short and abrupt.

Just as Lin Fan withdrew his fist, he saw that the originally clear sky suddenly darkened.

As if a certain day had come, the dark clouds covered the sky and overwhelmed the sky.

In the clouds, there seems to be something churning.

Everyone was shocked by this scene.

Looking closely, dozens of black dragons roared out of the clouds and swooped down here.

"What's going on?" The crowd burst out in shock.

From a long distance, the sound of dragon chant from dozens of giant dragons has already caused some people with low cultivation to lose their minds and have blood from their mouths and noses.

Seeing the group of dragons flying towards the eyes in the blink of an eye, the shock brought by that formation made everyone present feel as if they were involved in the catastrophe of annihilation.

All the faces showed panic, and even the timid ones were so frightened that they knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.

As soon as Feng Zhengping pulled out the sword at his waist, he was pulled by the person beside him, only to hear someone shouting in his ear: "Elder Feng, wake up."

Immediately, I saw the sand and dust in front of me sinking, and the sky and the earth reversed. When I looked closely, I saw that the surrounding scenery had completely changed.

Above the yellow sand, the sky is blue, cloudless, nothing at all.

Looking at the surrounding people, it was still a mess. Some people knelt down and begged for mercy, some drew their swords and slashed wildly, and some even buried themselves in the sand while shouting into the air...

"This is it?" After a while, Feng Zhengping realized that he had fallen into a fantasy just now.

Just when he was secretly afraid, he heard Bei Mingyuan's sigh came into his ears.

"As expected of the Rakshasa Ghost Face, Huo Misheng's cultivation has improved a lot compared to the last time I saw it."

"If there are no accidents, the road to the summit is just around the corner."

In this regard, Feng Zhengping was not surprised at all. He is also in the state of transforming gods, and he can be regarded as a figure in the world of heaven and man. He can fall into an illusion without knowing it. There is only such a terrifying existence as the state of Nirvana. up.

But even so, he was still in awe of this person, and immediately agreed: "As expected of a real person, Yu Wei is enough for me to wait for these ants to eat a pot."