My Fairy Clone Traveling Through the Eight Wastelands

'There are really people!

Zhang Yuan's heart sank slightly, in fact, his divine sense had already swept around the neighborhood just now, and he didn't find anyone.

But he still made a tentative statement.

After all, if there really is someone hidden in the shadows that his divine consciousness has not discovered, it is definitely very dangerous.

There's nothing to lose by probing.

As for why he did this, he judged that there must be someone or a monster with higher spiritual intelligence behind these monsters based on the fact that the Weeping Bamboo Spirit Monkey and the Water Bamboo Vine are just monsters in the condensation stage, and they should not have such a high level of wisdom and know how to set traps.

Now the results are already clear.

Zhang Yuan looked at the black-robed old man who came out, and found that he couldn't see through him.

Then there are only two possibilities, or there is a way to hide the strength of the person.

Either someone who comes to cultivate is higher than him.

Looking at the old man's appearance, it is likely to be the latter, otherwise he would not have walked out so calmly.

Zhang Yuan glanced at Han Miaoling, who was shocked, and signaled her not to act rashly.

Then he didn't explain the old man's question, but asked rhetorically: "Dare to ask the old man, why has Fang Cai been hiding in the dense forest?" The

black-robed old man listened to Zhang Yuan, who avoided answering, and he was also a little unsure of him.

He rushed over when he noticed that there was a fluctuation of spiritual power in the early stage of foundation building here, but he didn't expect to be discovered by the little ghost just after he came over.

He didn't know if the imp was hiding or not.

But the experience of living for so many years has taught him that it is better to be cautious when it comes to uncertainties.

Having made up his mind, the old man said heartily: "The old man heard from a friend that the monkey wine brewed by the spirit monkey in the weeping bamboo forest is quite extraordinary. "

His name is Wan Dan, and he is a casual cultivator, because his longevity is approaching the limit, and he plans to fight to the death to earn a wave of fast money from the big sect.

is the so-called murder and arson gold belt, a few days ago, the disciples of the Yunmeng Sect made him earn a lot of money, and let him see the hope of breaking through the late stage of foundation building.

I planned to run away immediately after a wave of ambush.

After all, he still knew the strength of the Yunmeng Sect.

But he didn't expect the Yunmeng Sect to react so quickly and attach so much importance to it, and only a few days later, a disciple from the foundation building period was sent.

In fact, this was because he had misunderstood the Yunmeng Sect, after all, a disciple in the late stage of Qi refining had not returned for a few days, and the sect would not send a high-level monk to find it.

It's just that during this time, Zhang Yuan has been frantically rolling up the tasks of the sect, and all the tasks in the late stage of qi refining on the side of the Foreign Affairs Hall are about to be swept away by him.

Zhang Yuan, who had just returned to the mountain gate after completing the mission, found out that this task of investigating the disappearance of his disciple took it without hesitation.

"Oh? I see, I blamed the old gentleman for the mistake.

Zhang Yuan heard the answer of the old man opposite and replied.

He was probably sure now that the disappearance of the previous disciple was related to the old man in front of him, after all, who would hide on the side and prepare for the Yin Man, and he was still so strong.

Although he didn't know why the other party's strength was higher than his own, he didn't dare to take it lightly.

Wan Dan put his hands behind his back, and the black qi slowly formed.

But the surface is indeed silent, and the old and withered voice came:

"Don't worry, it's always good to be careful when you go out to practice."

Zhang Yuan looked at the laughing Wan Dan and continued: "The deacon of the Yunmeng Sect's Treasure Hall in Xia Nai, dare to ask the old man, a few days ago, a disciple of my sect came to take the spirit wine, I don't know if you have ever met it?" Saying

that, Zhang Yuan brushed the deacon token on his waist, and the spiritual power urged, and the white jade token suddenly emitted spiritual light.

Wan Dan was stunned when he saw the token, and even the black qi in his hand stopped, as far as he knew, most of the deacons of the Yunmeng Sect could only be served by monks in the late stage of foundation building, and the worst could be reached in the middle stage of foundation building.

But before Wan Dan could react, a round pitch-black ball appeared in Zhang Yuan's hand and shot towards him.

After that, Zhang Yuan didn't look at it, turned around directly, picked up Senior Sister Lori horizontally, and ran into the distance.

"Boom !!"

The sound of explosions resounded in the sky.

The surrounding area suddenly shook, and the earth, rocks, and trees splashed, mixed with some angry shouts and curses.

The violent air wave generated pushed Zhang Yuan out into the distance.

The spiritual power operated, and the silver-white flying sword spun in a circle, was stepped on by him, and continued to sweep into the distance.

He knew how long it would take him, and he would inevitably be noticed by Wan Dan.

Therefore, under the pretense of activating the sect token, take out the thunder fire bead from the storage bag, and make the first move.

This thunder fire bead was exchanged by Zhang Yuan with the contribution of the sect, and the detonation power was comparable to a blow from a monk in the late stage of foundation building.

It is the most powerful attack method on Zhang Yuan's body at present.

Han Miaoling felt the whirring wind in her ears, and she didn't react a little, she didn't know why her junior brother was the killer.

But she didn't ask, so she was held quietly, not to cause trouble to her junior brother.

"Ahh

A shout full of anger came from behind him, and Zhang Yuan looked back.

The detonation site of the Thunder Fire Bead was a mess.

The smoke cleared, and Banten was hurrying after him with a crooked cane.

It's just that Wan Dan's state at this time is very miserable, his hair is full of gray and scattered, and his black robe has lost the luxury of the first sight, it is tattered, covered in blood, and his right arm is missing.

But he was still flying extremely fast, and the distance between the two sides was getting closer and closer.

He took out a pill from his bosom and swallowed it reluctantly.

Immediately, he used the spiritual power of his whole body, gathered in his left palm, and shot out a black giant palm.

The palm power is good in the wind, the black mist is swirling, and there is a faint howl of a ghost coming from it.

It was like swatting mosquitoes and quickly slapped at Zhang Yuan and the others.

Wan Dan smirked, this was his secret technique at the bottom of the box, "Gathering the Dark Palm".

There are no more than two hands of the monks who have died under this palm, and those who receive the palm will die in great pain under the devouring body of ten thousand demons.

Zhang Yuan's expression remained unchanged, and he silently recited the magic trick one after another, and the cyan wind blades were formed, and he quickly met the giant palm.

The sound of "bang" collision is endless.

But the smoky giant palm was only a little smaller, and it still had no momentum.

Zhang Yuanjian saw the pitch-black giant palm that was quickly slapped, stopped casting the wind blade, changed Senior Sister Lori's horizontal hug to hug her waist, and the sword at the bottom of her foot flew into her right hand, and stood in the air.

"Feihong Lonely Wind

" This is the final sword style of the "Cloud Shadow Qingfeng Sword" that Zhang Yuan has learned so far.

Spiritual power is running wildly.

Suddenly, the body of the Destroying Sword trembled, emitting bursts of sword sounds, and it was even more attached to a rich halo.

The halo reached the extreme, and Zhang Yuan's right hand was changed to a sword finger.

Suddenly, the Bladebreaker Sword shot out sharply, turning into a ray of light, with a long tail flame, and collided heavily with the pitch-black giant palm.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, the air emitted aura fluctuations that were even more violent than the previous explosion.

Zhang Yuan and Han Miaoling's explosive air waves blew upside down and flew out dozens of feet before they could stop their figures.

The corners of Zhang Yuan's mouth oozed a touch of bright red, and his right hand was holding his chest, he had already been injured in the confrontation just now.

Han Miaoling looked at Zhang Yuan with a worried expression, but this kind of battle was no longer something she could borrow.

"Look, see where you're going."

The black robe, no, dressed in a black ribbon, the miserable Wan Dan flew in like a leisurely stroll, but his eyes were full of resentment.

"There's no thunder orb, right? The old man will treat you well later. The

aura was running, and the black mist in the old man's left palm gradually condensed.

As the old man thought, Zhang Yuan really didn't have any thunder fire beads, because the thunder fire beads were too expensive, and if he still had them on his body, he wouldn't have just thrown one out at first.

Zhang Yuanqiang suppressed the injuries in his body, and his expression was still calm.

"It's true that I don't have any thunder and fire beads, but..."

After speaking, Zhang Yuan showed a handful of aura overflowing pills in his hand, which he had taken out of the storage bag when he had just flown upside down.

If you want to say that Zhang Yuan has the most over the years, it is definitely an elixir, and the heavenly and earthly treasures collected over the years have been handed over to the medicine spirit to refine into an elixir

, some have improved their cultivation, and of course, some have increased their strength!!

However, the impurities in these pills have been purified by the medicinal spirit talent, and as long as the body can withstand it, there will be no side effects.

Then, under Wan Dan's shocked gaze, Zhang Yuan poured all the pills into his mouth.

The elixir melts in the mouth, turning into pure medicinal power and flowing into the dantian.

"Buzz."

A breath of fresh air took Zhang Yuan as the origin and dispersed to the surroundings.

Zhang Yuan's spiritual power fluctuations were rising in Wan Dan's tearful gaze, and he was on par with him in a short time.

Banten is already dumbfounded, how can this be fought?

I'm in a battle-damaged state now!

The corners of Zhang Yuan's mouth were slightly hooked, and he stretched out his hands and feet, and the bones of his body crackled.

The Destroying Sword flew rapidly from a distance, holding it in his hand and trembling.

Swallow a mouthful of blood from your mouth.

The corners of his mouth are slightly hooked.

"Thanks for the hospitality, next, it's my place!"