Leisurely cultivating life

"What happened?"

The Pengniao under the seat of seven in the Bixia Pavilion radiated immeasurable golden light and stopped the aftermath. They stood side by side and looked at the two sides fighting.

Zhou Fan's black robe is still the same as before, sitting cross-legged on the cloud couch, his aura is as vast as an abyss.

"Could it be possible to turn Duan Xiaojie into ashes?"

Everyone just came up with this idea.

next moment.

There was only a miserable laugh, and the red oven in front of Zhou Fan shook, and the lid of the oven suddenly opened.

Duan Xiaojie flew out unscathed.

"This……"

Everyone can't understand, what is this...

But it's not over yet.

Another figure flew out, and when everyone saw it, they all felt chills, it was actually another Duan Xiaojie, with the same divine and soul aura, it was simply engraved from the same template.

Not finished yet.

I saw 'Duan Xiaojie' who appeared after that gave Zhou Fan an extremely resentful look, his whole body seemed to be overwhelmed, his spine was broken, and fine lines appeared on his face and arms.

"Crack~click~click~"

Then, the figure split apart suddenly, turning into dust all over the ground.

This scene left everyone stunned, unable to keep up with the changes.

Looking at Zhou Fan almost at the same time, a chill rose in his heart.

Zhou Fan ignored all the eyes around him, took a step forward, looked at Duan Xiaojie who seemed to have aged a lot in an instant, and asked, "How?"

Duan Xiaojie stood there blankly, as if he couldn't believe it, but also seemed to know some unbelievable information.

It took him a while to react, his voice became hoarse, like an ordinary person who hadn't slept for half a month, and said: "Skills are not as good as people's. From now on, when I, Duan Xiaojie, meet disciple Yuxu, I will consciously stay away."

After finishing speaking, Duan Xiaojie uttered a mournful cry, half crying and half laughing, stretched his sleeves, stopped looking at Xiantian, and left straight away.

There was a sudden silence in the arena.

No one knows what happened.

But the only thing that is certain is that Zhou Fan's strength is really immeasurable.

During the several rounds of fighting against Duan Xiaojie,

Therefore, above the sky, there is silence.

The clouds rose and changed, illuminating the uncertain expressions of everyone present.

They still remember Duan Xiaojie's loneliness and sadness when he left, as well as the unbelievable feeling, soaked into their bones, so strong that they couldn't melt away.

Like falling leaves in late autumn, and like the weeping of chilling cicadas.

Everyone couldn't help turning their eyes to Zhou Fan, only to see that this one was sitting calmly on the cloud couch, calm and natural.

Zheng Siling glanced, lowered his eyelids, Shenxiao's road is still very long.

The Taoist monarchs of other major forces are also thinking about it separately.

Zhou Fan didn't care about everyone's attention, and reached out to recall the red oven.

A trace of energy was taken from it, its meaning was gloomy and cold, and it made people feel a deep sense of death soaking in the soul.

"Really, I'm restless again."

Zhou Fan sighed, stretched out his hand and melted a golden seal in front of him, flicked his fingers, and sank into the sky.

Boom! ! !

At this moment, the portal of Xiantian was shaken and completely stopped.

next moment.

On the portal of Xiantian, there are ripples, like many scrolls overlapping and intertwining.

Some are clear, some are vague, and some are in between.

It seemed that they were influenced by the endless killing spirit of this vast battlefield in Juzhou. What everyone saw were scenes of killing and conquest.

A giant with a triangular head, like a snake's head, roared to the sky, his arms were two pythons with thick mouths, and his hands were snake mouths, swallowing and killing countless people.

It has the body of a horse and the head of a man, and its four hooves are flat on mountains and rivers.

Also have

It changes from time to time, different from moment to moment, and the combination and arrangement make people dizzy.

"This Fang Xiantian..."

Zhou Fan looked intently, his brows slightly furrowed.

"It doesn't seem simple, which one is it?"

Zhou Fan's pupils showed the overlapping of various scroll scenes, and he felt dizzy and shuddered.

""

Suddenly, someone in the field seemed to recognize the origin of this fairy, and said in surprise.

"This seems to be... the 81st brother of the military master?"

As soon as this remark came out, it immediately aroused everyone's surprise.

"What? The 81st brother of the soldier master!"

"how can that be?"

"But according to the records in the classics, eighty-nine are not far from ten."

Others also gradually recognized part of the origin of the many paintings on the portal of Xiantian.

Although he won't lose his composure by dancing and dancing, his expression of excitement and joy is beyond words, completely different from Daojun's usual calm and deep.