No one really thinks I'm a master, right?

Chapter 247

"Little brother, the scenery I want to see is gone!"

Jian Wuya bypassed Yi Fan, walked before the abyss under the sea, shook his head slightly, and let out a long sigh.

Coincidentally, at this time the smoke and dust cleared away, Qiankun, Hui An and other Huashen powerhouses just watched this scene.

Just now, the four-winged bird man actually cast an earth-shattering spell, which was as strong as several great transformation gods, but he didn't dare to face it head-on, so he had to avoid it and find another way.

But the senior brother of the family did not dodge or dodge. Just when the spell was about to come, suddenly a roar that did not resemble a human erupted between the sky and the earth, like a dragon chant, like an elephant roar, and like a thunderclap, even if it was a transformation of a god I also felt that the eardrum was perforated.

And the next moment, the sky was full of violent vigor and indescribable power, as well as purple thunderballs that exploded from time to time. Cang Mingxue and others had already been stunned. However, there were stars in their eyes, the sea of ​​consciousness was unstable, and the dantian was in chaos. They finally managed to suppress the discomfort in their bodies, but found that there was soaring smoke and dust in front of them, and there was a frightening aftermath of energy in it, which made them dare not take it easy. Probe out the spirit to investigate.

After a long, long time, the smoke and dust cleared away, and the Huashen hurriedly stared with wide eyes.

I saw Yi Fan standing respectfully behind Jian Wuya, with an uneasy expression on his face.

But Jian Wuya had his hands behind his back and raised his head to look into the distance. Against the backdrop of the endless chasm, his back seemed so lonely, lonely and unpredictable.

All the gods of transformation looked at each other, they didn't dare to speak, they didn't dare to ask, they didn't dare to communicate with each other.

It wasn't until Qingniu and the others woke up that they quietly pulled Yi Fan aside, but Yi Fan refused to answer no matter how much he asked, and finally he was forced to say: "Dead, all dead, all those overseas evil gods died."

"Dead?" Qingniu subconsciously let out his consciousness and stretched it to the extreme, and there was indeed no breath of evil spirits.

"Is this all dead?"

Qingniu's face was full of disbelief: "Our big killer hasn't been used yet, and our trump cards haven't been fully revealed yet. Are we all dead?"

He Xiangu couldn't help but said: "A hundred years ago they jointly invaded and killed my Huaxia to pieces and my family was destroyed. How many sects and earth-shattering magical powers passed down from ancient times have completely become extinct. Now, all of them have been killed like this?"

"It can't be said that they are completely dead. Their bodies are still alive and well in another world, but they may not be able to recover within a thousand years. With this thousand years of development, Xiao Fan and Cang Mingxue have grown up long ago. It is likely to be a state that even we cannot reach, the mere evil gods may not wait for them to fully recover, Xiaofan and the others will kill them first and wipe them out one by one!" Qingniu took a deep look at Xiaofan Waiting for others, could not help but sigh with emotion.

"Senior Wu Ya, dare to ask me what should I do next?"

Jian Wuya turned around slowly, without looking at anyone, and walked step by step towards the treasure ship in the distance, saying calmly: "Just do whatever you have to do!"

"Patriarch Qiankun, what should I do, please ask for instructions!"

Looking at Jian Wuya's back step by step, Qiankun cupped his fists: "Xiaofan, your elder brother is really a master of the world, with the talent of a fairy, I am far inferior!"

The other avatars echoed Ying Yes.

"Qingniu, since their biggest support is no longer there, let's take advantage of the victory and sweep them away one by one, just like this little friend said, overthrow their altars, smash their statues, and cut off their inheritance , let me be the only Chinese cultivator in this world!"

Daoist Qiankun said coldly with murderous intent.

A year later, Yi Fan sat in front of the Great Hall of the Taoist Peak in the Shangqing Temple, looking at the gradually dissipating robbery clouds in the sky, his eyes were full of excitement, and he couldn't help laughing: "Hahaha, I finally broke through Jin Dan is gone."

This year, Taoist Qiankun led a team, regardless of the forces of good and evil, swept away the entire overseas and lost the protection of the gods. These forces were weak and vulnerable. Xue and the others killed and killed, blood flowed everywhere they went, mountains of corpses and seas of blood, countless landmark buildings and landscapes that had been passed down for thousands of years were completely destroyed, and countless devout followers of the evil gods were mercilessly killed. The slaughter was exhausted.

Among them, Yi Fan and Xiao Nan, one casts "Swallowing Magic Code" and the other casts "Kunpeng Jue", they are like two gold-swallowing beasts, one big and one small, swallowing everything without delay, and their digestion ability is pretty good , In the end, even the statues of the evil gods were not spared, after all, they were forged from precious materials.

Xiaonan had already broken through the golden core while overseas, and the abnormality of "Kunpeng Jue" even made Qingniu and other decent bosses envious.

Where is this magical skill? This is clearly cheating.

Not only is there no hidden danger in the slightest, but it can stretch the heart of Taoism and improve its strength without any scruples.

This kind of practice is like flying on a plane or firing a rocket. It is really enviable that people will practice magic skills almost immediately.

Even Yi Fan's childhood sweetheart Cui Hua, who has always pretended to be arrogant, is now called Hua Si Fan, and she can't help feeling jealous.

As a giant in the demonic world, Hua Wuque could not bear to turn a blind eye to such demonic skills in front of him. Unfortunately, he couldn't get rid of this old face, so he secretly asked Hua Yutian to go.

How proud Hua Yutian is, no matter how much she wants in her heart, she will never say it.

However, the body was very honest and took the initiative to find Hua Sifan and asked her to inquire about the news of "Kunpeng Jue".

Hua Sifan and Yi Fan have such a close relationship that Yi Fan can give her whatever he has.

But this technique involves the inheritance of the sect. He has just been promoted to an outer disciple, so he really dare not reveal the magical skills of his sect easily, so he still wants to ask Jian Wuya for his opinion.

Unexpectedly, he didn't like it at all, so he said instead: "A messy magic skill that you have changed eight times, if they like it, give it to him, but you have to make them swear with Dao heart and strictly restrain the members of the demon sect. Don't disturb the world, don't kill innocent people, just do things that hurt nature and reason."

After listening to Yi Fan, he immediately admired the big brother beyond words. This is a master who doesn't value inheritance, but values ​​the common people in the world, even at the expense of the sect's interests.

This is no different from a Living Buddha.

After the decision was made, even the three great monks of King Kong Temple and the mysterious old nun of Lianxi Temple couldn't stop chanting Buddha's name and praised him endlessly.

Naturally, Hua Wuque and Hua Yutian represented the Demon Sect, and they asked Heaven to bear witness and swore an oath with Taoism to make the Demon Sect disappear immediately. Anyone who acted in the name of the Demon Sect would be executed without mercy.

After getting Yi Fan's abridged version of "Kunpeng Jue", he never saw Hua Wuque and Hua Yutian again. It was not until the last attack on the Holy See that the remnants of several major civilizations gathered together and launched an unprecedented scale attack. massive attack.

Hua Wuque and Hua Yutian suddenly appeared, turning into two black dragons, one large and one small, and one hundred meter black dragons. Countless overseas monks were swallowed by them with one mouthful. More than half of them were missing, and before Yi Fan and the others had time to make a move, the army of overseas monks had been routed and fled in a panic.

Since then, the world has been basically unified, and there are Chinese monks and Taoist temples of orthodox Buddhism everywhere. Some blond people with different skin colors, either wearing Taoist robes or monk clothes, chanting inarticulate Chinese mantras, everywhere Seeking good luck and avoiding bad luck, studying feng shui, subduing demons and eliminating demons, the scene and style of painting made Qingniu and other older monks really unable to accept it for a while.

(End of this chapter)