Prehistoric: The first disciple of the sect

Chapter 1181 Unable to dodge and unable to see clearly
  "on!"

Zi Ling waved her big hand, and the black and white evil spirits rushed directly towards Zhang Yan.

But, at this moment, the talisman crashed down from the zenith, filled with hot flames!

Although Black and White are powerful, the power of this talisman should not be underestimated.

The two of them knew the power just by sensing it from a distance. Even though they couldn't dodge it, they were actually blown away by the power of some scattered talismans!

After feeling this power, the black and white evil spirits broke out in cold sweat on their foreheads.

"It seems that the power of the talisman can indeed restrain the power of the dark world. Use speed to control speed. There is absolutely no pressure."

Zhang Yan felt happy and full of smiles.

"This, isn't this the leader of the Chan Cult, Zhang Yan and Zhang Tianzun?"

"Zhang Tianzun is here, what else can't be solved?"

"Yes, the prehistoric era is saved!"

Everyone was very happy and shouted together.

"Hmph, Zhang Yan, don't be too proud, don't forget, old Hongjun is still in our hands!"

Zi Ling raised the corners of her mouth slightly and licked her lips, looking extremely charming.

"You think I don't know what you want to do? Master, he is connected to the fate of the entire prehistoric world. Do you think it is so easy to deprive him of his immortal roots?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zi Ling laughed wildly and said, "Under the Heavenly Prison Lock, is there anything that cannot be removed?"

Zhang Yan frowned slightly when he heard the Heavenly Prison Lock.

This day's prison lock can create calamities out of thin air! As long as the calamity falls, this immortal root will definitely use all its power to resist the calamity. When the time comes, it will be easy to pull out the immortal root from the ancestor Hongjun.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yan waved his hand, "In this case, we have no room for negotiation. Brothers, follow me!"

Zhang Yan worked hard and formed seals at such a speed that it was impossible to see clearly!
  "Thunder body! Split! Fire body · embers! Aoki · life!"

The three god-like holy skeletons were actually fully opened under Zhang Yan's control!

In an instant, the entire Ziwei Palace was filled with thunder and fire!

A huge green tree sprouted directly from the ground!

Covering everyone on one's side.

In an instant, the guys who were injured just now began to heal under the power of the giant green tree.

The thunder and fire circulated, and the black and white evil spirits not only had to dodge the power of the talisman, but also the bombardment of the thunder and fire. For a while, they could not concentrate on dealing with Zhang Yan.

Zi Ling did not expect that these alchemists were so well prepared. The talismans were like spreading beans. Sky fire, thunderstorms, hurricanes, hail, and all kinds of extremely violent forces began to fall crazily.

"Brothers, with the Green Wood Body, we can recover as long as we don't die. With Zhang Tianzun's protection, what else do we have to fear? Charge!"

"Charge! We cannot let down Zhang Tianzun's green wood body!"

In an instant, everyone's momentum rose, and the guys from the dark world fought and retreated, causing many casualties.

Within a moment, they were forced into Ziwei Palace!
  "Before the statue of Sanqing, if you sincerely repent, I can spare your lives." Zhang Yan waved his hand, and three extremely fierce swords appeared in his hand.

"Three fierce swords!" Zi Ling's eyes began to flash wildly.

(End of this chapter)