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

The shadow continued to solidify, and finally it condensed into a body exactly like Aditya.

But one can tell from the breath and cultivation that the Aditya condensed in this phantom is not the same person, and should be the Lord Shiva in his mouth.

Lord Shiva, who was summoned by Aditya, glanced coldly at the weak Aditya on the ground without saying a word, then turned to look at Zhang Fan.

The two looked at each other, and the atmosphere instantly became tense.

"Stupid human beings actually hurt God's slaves and dare to challenge God's majesty. You will fall into hell forever." Lord Shiva said coldly.

Zhang Fan smiled slightly. Zhang Fan seemed to have seen through everything. He did not pay attention to Lord Shiva's words. He saw his figure like lightning and instantly appeared in front of the shadow of Lord Shiva.

He punched out like a meteor piercing the night sky, the speed was unpredictable.

The phantom of Lord Shiva was furious. Stupid humans actually provoked themselves, which is unforgivable.

The phantom of Lord Shiva did not show weakness. He reacted quickly and formed seals with his hands. A flame barrier was instantly formed, blocking Zhang Fan's punch.

The flames burned brightly, and the hot breath filled the air.

Zhang Fan frowned slightly, but he did not stop attacking. His figure flashed, turned into an afterimage, and rushed towards the phantom of Lord Shiva again.

His punches are like a storm, continuous and each punch contains infinite power.

The phantom of Lord Shiva felt Zhang Fan's power. He did not dare to be careless and faced it with all his strength.

His movements were extremely agile, and every dodge was just right, leaving Zhang Fan no chance.

However, Zhang Fan's attacks became more and more fierce, and his punches were like a violent storm, unstoppable. The phantom of Lord Shiva gradually felt the pressure, and beads of sweat actually appeared on his illusory forehead.

At this moment, Zhang Fan suddenly stopped attacking, a look of thinking flashed in his eyes.

He understood that pure power could not kill this special shadow, and he needed to find the flaw in the shadow of Lord Shiva.

Seeing this, Lord Shiva was overjoyed, knowing that he had a chance.

He immediately stepped up his offensive, with a continuous flow of moves, and every attack was full of murderous intent.

Zhang Fan calmed down, and he began to observe the movements of Lord Shiva's shadow, looking for his flaws.

He discovered that although the movement of Lord Shiva's shadow was flexible, every dodge had a brief illusory moment, which was his flaw.

Zhang Fan seized this opportunity. His figure flashed like a bolt of lightning and appeared behind the phantom of Lord Shiva.

His fist was like a meteor, hitting the back of the phantom of Lord Shiva.

The phantom of Lord Shiva felt the crisis. He turned around suddenly, formed seals with his hands, and a flame barrier was formed again.

However, this time, Zhang Fan's attack power was even more powerful, the flame barrier collapsed instantly, and the shadow of Lord Shiva was severely knocked away.

Zhang Fan stopped his attack, stood in front of Lord Shiva, wearing black sportswear and holding a long sword that shone with fire.

Lord Shiva is a powerful being in the myth of Shiva, possessing infinite divine power and supernatural powers, but in front of Zhang Fan, he seemed like a powerless insect.

Lord Shiva roared angrily, the flames on his body burning, trying to devour Zhang Fan.

However, Zhang Fan waved his hand gently, and an invisible force neutralized Lord Shiva's attack without a trace.

"Do you think you can defeat me easily?" Lord Shiva's voice was full of anger and unwillingness.

Zhang Fan smiled slightly, with an indifferent light shining in his eyes. "You are just an illusory existence, and I am a real immortal cultivator, controlling the power of heaven and earth. Your divine power is as insignificant as an ant in front of me."

Lord Shiva's face became even more ugly. He was unwilling to be despised by a mortal.

He launched another attack, and the entire world was enveloped by his divine power. Flames burned, instantly turning the entire battlefield into a sea of ​​fire.

However, Zhang Fan was not afraid. He exuded a powerful aura and sucked all the flames into the Sky Fire Sword.

The Heavenly Fire Sword in Zhang Fan's hand began to change, turning into a giant flame dragon, roaring and rushing towards Lord Shiva.

Lord Shiva was startled by Zhang Fan's changes. He quickly used his magical powers to try to resist Zhang Fan's attack.

However, his magical powers were pale and weak in front of Zhang Fan, and he could not withstand Zhang Fan's attack at all.

The flame dragon opened its huge mouth, and a blazing flame spurted out, directly wrapping Lord Shiva in it.

Lord Shiva screamed, "Stupid human being, I will never let you go."

His body began to burn rapidly, turning to ash.

Zhang Fan took back the Heavenly Fire Sword that turned into a giant flame dragon, and the flames on the Heavenly Fire Sword gradually dissipated.

He looked at Lord Shiva's body reduced to ashes, a trace of indifference flashed in his eyes.

At this time, Zhang Fan came to the extremely weak Aditya. His consciousness swept over him and found that he had run out of fuel and had only a few days to live.

"I wonder if Master Aditya still thinks that I am an ignorant child." Zhang Fan said jokingly.

Aditya said weakly: "Winner or loser, I am not your opponent, but you can wait for Lord Shiva's endless revenge."

"Haha, is that the big bug in your Shiva? I'll deal with him later." Zhang Fan said nonchalantly.

Hearing Zhang Fan's words, Aditya seemed to hear something unbelievable, and he became very excited: "You, how do you know Lord Shiva? It's impossible, you must be lying."

Aditya became more and more agitated and kept shouting. The remaining breath of life continued to burn. Suddenly she spit out a mouthful of blood and collapsed on the ground motionless. She was no longer breathing.

Only then did Zhang Fan look at Shiva, another strong man in the early stage of the Grand Master Realm. He did not participate in the whole battle, and just watched quietly there alone.

Seeing Zhang Fan looking at him, this early-stage Grand Master was not timid. He walked slowly to Zhang Fan.

I saw him bowing respectfully to Zhang Fan, and then slowly said: "Hello, mysterious warrior from the Chinese nation, I am Hitkari, younger brother Aditya."

Zhang Fan returned the salute and said doubtfully: "I killed your brother Aditya, don't you bear your grudge against me?"

Hitkari shrugged and said with a wry smile: "Is he still my brother? My brother has died a long time ago. He has been dead since he became Lord Shiva. He is just a slave of Lord Shiva."

Hitkari then said: "Mysterious powerful man of China, as long as you can kill Lord Shiva inside the door, we will all submit to you. If you cannot kill Lord Shiva, I think you will have no chance of survival. , and I will probably die and become a new slave of Lord Shiva."

Zhang Fan naturally understood what Hitkari meant, and smiled and said: "Let's go and meet your Lord Shiva together. Oh, by the way, our country in China calls disgusting things like your Lord Shiva a big bug. .”

Hitkari was stunned for a moment. Unexpectedly, Zhang Fan made a joke to him, and then burst into laughter. His nervousness instantly eased a lot.

Zhang Fan still did not let anyone else follow him. He and Hitkari walked towards the interior of Shivaram.