Looking at Chiyun Mountain wrapped in a large array, Zhou Fan's face was calm.

With a light wave, he slashed out with a sword!

"Still the clang!!!"

The supreme sword intent that cuts the sky and the world seems to be divided into two parts in this sword.

Like cutting vegetables, hundreds of light pillars covering Chiyun Mountain were broken into two pieces, and then turned into ashes and drifted between the sky and the earth.

"I'll leave it to you." After patting Chisong on the shoulder, Zhou Fan then glanced at the ancestor Me Yi next to him, and his figure dissipated between heaven and earth.

"The True Lord went to Leiji Mountain alone, really doesn't need my help?" said Old Ancestor Ma Yi.

"No need, please accompany me, this stupid disciple." Zhou Fan's voice sounded.

"Your master... seems to know." Old Ancestor Ma Yi looked at Chi Song and said in a daze.

"Yes." Akasong nodded silently.

"When will we..."

"M Yi, I don't have that plan yet, wait!" Chisong sighed.

"Chisong, you are unfaithful. You are ready to refuse to admit your conscience after you sleep with me, right?" Old Ancestor Ma Yi held Chisong's collar in his hand in a tough hand, looking at Chisong with an angry look on his face.

Akasong: "O__O"

A group of spiritual disciples behind him: "O__O"

"What are you looking at? I have never seen someone who is forced to get married," Old Ancestor Ma Yi turned his head and 'glided' the disciples of the Lingmen.

"Why are you going to come up to me quickly and see if there are any other fish that have missed the net!"

“Yes, yes, yes…”

A group of Lingmen disciples hurriedly walked towards Chiyun Mountain.

Zhou Fan's sword not only cut through the formation, but also included the formation.

"Okay, there's no one else now, Chisong, you..."

"Love." Chisong said in a deep voice.

"Just... I'd better wait first, Me Yi, don't be excited, give me some time, okay?"

"Forgive my selfishness, M Yi." Chisong said in his heart.

As Zhou Fan's disciple, Chi Song could vaguely guess what Zhou Fan was doing in the past few decades.

Although it felt a little incredible, Chisong still held a glimmer of hope, hoping that Master could do it.

In this way, there will be no one left alone when worshiping the high hall.

But he can't let another person down...

"M Yi, one hundred years, no matter what, I will give you an explanation, is that okay?"

"Okay, one hundred years, I'll just take a nap. Remember, Chisong, one hundred years, I'll wait for you for a hundred years. If you can't give me a satisfactory explanation at that time... Humph!" The cold eyes of the ancestor Mu Yi made Chisong cool from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

"Oh~" Chisong sighed heavily, and a little bitterly smiled in his heart.

Is this what ordinary people call "work"?

"Master, you must succeed!"

...

Zhou Fan could no longer hear his apprentice's voice.

At this moment, he looked at a mountain in front of him, a huge mountain of thousands of feet covered with tombs.

Loneliness, coldness, death...

In Zhou Fan's perception, the tombs spread all over the mountains seemed to be messy, but in fact they were combined together in an extremely mysterious way to form a terrifying formation.

"interesting!"

Zhou Fan raised his mouth slightly and stepped forward slowly.

As he approached Lei Jishan, a terrifying power gradually pressed on Zhou Fan.

This power reached its peak after Zhou Fan stepped onto Leiji Mountain.

"Boom!!!"

In a moment of thought, Zhou Fan's eyes changed the world.

As you see, the sky and the earth are dark and gloomy. Countless graves are placed in this place in a mess, like a child scribbling around on white paper.

As you see, the deepest darkness, in the endless permeation and spread, a withering and silent Taoist rhyme spreads around.

This kind of "Dao rhyme" seems to be buried in everything. Whether it is time, space, or even everything in the world, under this "Dao rhyme", it will go to the end and return to eternal silence.

Zhou Fan felt a few times and his spirit couldn't help but relax. He didn't want to think about anything or do anything. He enjoyed unprecedented peace in his heart, hoping to keep it like this forever.

"Buzz~~~" A purple light flashed through Zhou Fan's mind, and Zhou Fan woke up.

"I'm..." He couldn't help but feel creepy. If it weren't for the Dayanzhu just now, he would have almost assimilated with this ghost place.

"This place is actually tempting me to make me unite with him?"

This is a grand impact, not that there is any existence that is targeting Zhou Fan in secret, but that there is something special here.

Zhou Fan's face was solemn, and he might have looked down on this place a little.

The formation outside was probably discovered on purpose by people, which made people feel relieved.

Once you enter this place, you will be influenced by the "Dao rhyme" and merge into one here.

"Come on... Come on... join me... Eternal life..."

Suddenly, a whisper sounded in this dim world, full of infinite temptation.

"Have you arrived at the Lord?" Zhou Fan looked at the endless darkness in the distance with calm eyes.

"boom!!!"

Endless darkness is boiling, and the dark aura as dark as ink is like a tide that destroys the world, overwhelming impact, trying to overwhelm everything and assimilate everything!

In the boundless darkness, an old man stepped in the darkness, with an extremely cold and silent expression.

The old man was dressed in a broken black suit, and his old skin seemed to be cracked. He looked extremely hideous and terrifying, but the old man's expression was extremely calm, without a trace of turmoil.

He walked slowly before the dark tide, with endless darkness behind him.

Incomparable terrifying, incomparable evil!

The rolling dark tide is rushing towards Zhou Fan!

"Soul!!!" Zhou Fan looked at the old man and said word by word.

There are countless unknowns, taboos, and weirdness in the world...

And the evil spirits are the most terrifying unknown danger among the heavens of the universe.

Few monks who encounter evil spirits survive.

Therefore, few people know the name of the gods.

It just so happened that Zhou Fan was one of the few people who knew about it.

This is what Master Yuxu told Zhou Fan. The evil spirit is a horror formed by those unborn and sacred thoughts that have not been fully conceived, after experiencing a series of unknowns.

Their strength is unknown, their ability is unknown... Everything is unknown, and you even don't know whether they will die.

"No, the breath is wrong..." Zhou Fan frowned.

No matter how evil the god is unknown, its root is that it is derived from the innate sacred that has not been fully conceived, and it will definitely carry a trace of innate sacred aura.

So as soon as he saw the old man, Zhou Fan sensed a trace of the innate sacred aura from him. This is the origin information of both innate sacred and no one can change it unless the universe is destroyed.
Chapter completed!