The ancestor who survived the tribulation was reborn and went to college

The leader of Baiyun Temple looked relieved when he saw everyone following Zhang Fan as they fled towards the outskirts of the Death Mountain.

He turned around and stood in front of the Demon King, and said coldly: "If you want to destroy our Fang Cun Guan disciples, kill them from me first."

The Demon King was dressed in black robes and had a ghastly face. He sneered: "Haha, are you from Fangcun Mountain? You are bloody and worthy of being the Xiaoyao King's sect. After so many years, you are still impressive. Do you think you can stop me?" Your efforts will be in vain.”

Master Baiyun Guan replied calmly: "I know that I am not as strong as you, but I am willing to use my own life to protect the disciples of Fang Cun Guan. They are innocent and should not be your victims."

The devil said mockingly: "Innocent? In my eyes, they are just as insignificant as ants. What do you think you can change?"

The Master of Baiyun Temple did not answer. He exuded a powerful aura, formed seals with his hands, and white rays of light emanated from him.

His body began to change, turning into a white cloud, and started a fierce battle with the devil.

Baiyun Guanzhu's moves were sharp and fierce, but the Demon King was able to dodge every attack with ease.

The Demon King's attacks were equally brutal, causing Master Baiyun to suffer immensely every time.

But the Master of Baiyun Temple did not flinch, he knew that his time was running out.

The battle went on for a while, and the leader of Baiyun Temple felt that his physical strength was gradually exhausted.

He knew that he could no longer defeat the Demon King, but he decided to use his last strength to protect Fang Cun Guan's disciples.

Temple Master Baiyun suddenly stopped attacking, formed a seal with his hands, and the Nascent Soul flew out of his body and floated in front of him.

There was a trace of firmness in the eyes of Master Baiyun, and he self-destructed the Nascent Soul without hesitation.

The Demon King's expression changed slightly. He did not expect that the other party would self-destruct his Nascent Soul, so he quickly mobilized his demonic energy to protect himself.

A dazzling light burst out from the body of the White Cloud Temple Master, instantly covering the entire Demon King in light.

The Demon King was hit by the light and his body was blown away, but he was only slightly injured.

The body of the White Cloud Temple Master turned into a wisp of white clouds, slowly floating in the air.

There was a trace of satisfaction in his eyes, because he knew that his sacrifice was not in vain.

The Demon King stood there, watching the White Cloud Temple Master turn into white clouds and dissipate in the sky, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

He did not expect that Master Baiyun Temple would be willing to protect his disciples with his own life.

The Demon King snorted coldly: "Stupid humans, sacrificing themselves to save others is so stupid."

After Zhang Fan sent the crowd out of the Death Mountain, he quickly rushed into the Death Mountain again.

When he was halfway flying, he heard a loud noise, and Zhang Fan's expression changed drastically, because he sensed that it was the self-destruction of the Baiyun Temple Master.

Zhang Fan stared blankly at the direction of the self-destruction, and his mind couldn't help but think of the kind-hearted old man who had been so close to him, and died like this.

"Haha, boy, you have already escaped, why are you back again? I am very curious about your identity. You make me feel very uncomfortable and even a little dangerous." The hoarse voice of the Demon King sounded in Zhang Fan's ears.

Zhang Fan said coldly: "The demons will eventually be the demons, they are just a group of monsters without any emotion."

After hearing this, the Demon King was furious: "Boy, you are looking for death!"

Immortal cultivator Zhang Fan faced the Demon King who was much more powerful than himself alone.

The Demon King is tall and mighty, exuding a dark aura, and his eyes are like torches, as if he can burn everything to ashes.

And Zhang Fan, although his cultivation was not weak, seemed small and powerless in front of this demon king.

The battle began, and Zhang Fan used his unique skills to attack the Demon King with fierce sword energy.

The Demon King sneered, dodged and easily dodged Zhang Fan's attack, and then swung his palm out, instantly forming a dark energy wave and pressing hard towards Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan quickly dodged, but was still brushed by the energy wave, leaving a deep wound on his chest.

He gritted his teeth, a determined light flashed in his eyes, and launched another attack.

This time, he no longer held back and went all out to display his unique skills.

The sword light was like lightning, the sword energy was like rainbow, and Zhang Fan's attack hit the Demon King like a storm.

The Demon King no longer looked down upon him, he formed seals with his hands, and a dark shield appeared in front of him, blocking all Zhang Fan's attacks.

The Demon King let out a thunderous roar, and the dark energy on his body exploded instantly, turning into a black whirlwind and sweeping toward Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan immediately used his movement skills and nimbly avoided the attack of the black whirlwind.

He quickly counterattacked, and the long sword in his hand flashed with cold light, cutting through the dark sky.

The sword energy was extremely sharp, like a bolt of lightning striking at the Demon King.

However, the Demon King easily dodged the blow, his movement speed was unbelievable.

Zhang Fan's heart sank, and he understood that he was facing a powerful opponent.

He can no longer maintain a passive defensive posture and must take the initiative.

He circulated his true energy and exuded a powerful aura from his whole body.

His eyes became sharp, like a sharp sword, piercing the devil's heart.

The Demon King felt the changes in Zhang Fan, and a trace of vigilance flashed in his eyes. He knew that this immortal cultivator was no ordinary person.

The two fought again, and the sword light and dark energy intertwined, bursting out with dazzling light.

Their silhouettes shuttled through the valley at a speed that was hard to catch.

Zhang Fan transformed into a stream of light and quickly shuttled around the Demon King. His sword flashed and stabbed at the Demon King's vitals.

However, the Demon King can always dodge these attacks easily, and his movement speed is unimaginable.

The battle entered a fierce stage, and Zhang Fan kept changing his attack methods, trying to find the demon king's flaws.

However, the Demon King's defense is extremely strong, with almost no flaws to be found.

Zhang Fan felt that his power was gradually exhausted, but the Demon King's power remained unabated.

Just when Zhang Fan fell into despair, he suddenly remembered a peerless magical power - the Nine Transformations Immortal Art.

This is the result of his many years of practice, and can only be displayed at a critical moment of life and death.

He immediately closed his eyes, his whole body emitted a dazzling light, and began to operate the Nine Transformations Immortal Technique.

The Nine Transformations Immortal Technique is extremely powerful, but it also requires a huge amount of energy.

Zhang Fan felt as if his body was wrapped in flames, and every turn made him feel severe pain.

However, he did not back down, because he knew that only in this way could he have a chance of survival.

The power of the Nine Transformations Immortal Art gradually gathered, and Zhang Fan's body began to change.

His skin became crystal clear and he exuded a mysterious aura.

He opened his eyes, and there was endless light shining in them, as if it could penetrate all darkness.

Zhang Fan launched another attack. This time, his power was several times stronger than before.

The sword energy is like a dragon, the sword light is like lightning, and his attack is like the sky falling apart and hitting the Demon King.