Underworld exchange group

Chapter 1224 Coffin Maker

How could the Guishe Shangxian have imagined that Zhang Fan dared to fight in the saint's dojo, and before he could react, the shocking sword light had already slashed down in the air, and he passed away sadly in the midst of shock and anger.

Immediately, Zhang Fan glanced coldly, and a large formation covering thousands of miles appeared on the Bulao Mountain. When the mountain-protecting beast was attacked, the protective formation was automatically activated.

The next moment, Zhang Fan appeared above the big formation, and created extra computer desks and chairs out of thin air. He took a picture of the formation with his mobile phone in his hand, and connected it to the computer to decipher the formation.

Even the Nine Transformations of Jiantian can calculate the existence of the formation, not to mention the great formation of the sage of Mount Blessing, the time for a cup of coffee, the reading on the computer is 100% realistic.

After Zhang Fan clicked OK, the position of the formation eye was revealed in front of his eyes.

With a flick of the long sword in his hand, the heavy average sword swirled in the sky, drawing a beautiful parabola in the sky, and with a click, it was inserted directly into the membrane.

The powerful mountain guard formation shattered like glass!
burst!

The seat where Chong Jun's sword was inserted just now happened to be the seat of the formation's eye.

The whole Blessed Mountain was exposed in front of Zhang Fan, and Zhang Fan was a little surprised. The beasts protecting the mountain were killed, and the formation was forced to protect the mountain. Why didn't the sage from the Bold Mountain didn't show up.

Could it be that he really fell into Xiaosheng.

Before Zhang Fan came here, he had thought clearly, if the one from Bulao Mountain didn't fall off the saint, then he would escape through the ancient gate, and go to ancient times without looking back to find the mother and child of Water Zi Fairy, if he fell... Now It seems that this possibility is very high.

Otherwise, there is no reason for him not to come out with such a big commotion.

However, the result was unexpected to Zhang Fan, the saint of Bulao Mountain was not in his own ashram.

"It's empty!"

Zhang Fan immediately sat cross-legged, and his spiritual thoughts reached every ghost cultivator. This is also the supernatural power of his heart after he became a ghost ancestor. Suddenly, the third eye opened, and every ghost cultivator was his. As a medium, every eye of a ghost cultivator is his eye, and it also has the function of the eye opening of the third eye, covering thousands of miles.

Searched quickly.

If the ghost cultivation is scattered enough, Zhang Fan doesn't need to go out at all, as long as he uses this supernatural power, he can have a panoramic view of the whole world. Although there will still be blind spots, and it can't be compared with Zhaoshi Gudeng, it is already very important. I am afraid that is the case with the methods of the saints.

"Ok?"

"found it"

"Isn't that the coffin maker's place?"

"What is he doing there?"

In Zhang Fan's line of sight, the sage from Mount Blessing was talking to an old man with strange black runes all over his body. Zhang Fan didn't know the old man, but Zhang Fan knew the boy next to the old man. The boy stood there. Beside the old man, judging from his standing position, the old man should most likely be the coffin maker of the Heavenly Venerate of the Artifact Refining Dao.

The coffin maker seemed to be having a hard time.

"There are traces of souls on these items. I have already got them for you, so you should fulfill your promise to me." The saint from Bold Mountain said with a cold expression.

"Soul trace?" Hearing these two words, Zhang Fan couldn't help but feel his heart move.

When he went to the coffin maker for help, his boy also offered to get the item with the soul trace in exchange. It seemed that the coffin maker had a lot to do with the soul trace, or he was interested in the soul trace.

Like him, he has a science fiction old man design, and when he finds the traces of the soul, it is inevitable that he will have the desire to study.

"However, this old man can't fulfill your request." The coffin maker said with a mournful face.

The sage of Bulaoshan frowned: "Don't fight with me. According to me, you once sent a young child back to the past. You could do it before, and you can do it now."

This old guy wants to go back to the past, I understand, I understand... Zhang Fan is now 100% sure that the saint from Mount Immortal has fallen from the holy throne, he wants to go back to the past, he just wants to change history, he To prevent little Piqiu from committing suicide, or to go further and kill Zhang Fan directly.

All in all, he wanted to take back the lost throne.

"The coffin maker can also travel through time and space?"

Isn't this the unique ability of Taiwei Sect disciples?

The coffin maker said: "Saint, I really can't do it. Sending young children back to the past is all rumors and cannot be taken as true."

"Coffin maker, do you know who is standing in front of you? Can you hide your words from me?" The sage of Bulaoshan's tone became cold: "Is there anything in the world that can be hidden from me?" Saint?"

"Whether it's true or not, the Holy Society doesn't know?"

At the end of what he said, it was already as cold as winter, and the coffin maker trembled in fright. Saint, how can he offend him.

"I don't know awe, but deliberately conceal it, do you not want to live?"

The coffin maker collected soul traces, so it is possible that traveling through time and space is related to the soul traces, no, he can't just die like this, with a whoosh, Zhang Fan rushed to the coffin maker at full speed.

The coffin maker was trembling all over: "Holy, holy man... I really don't have any abilities. Even if I had them before, I don't have them now."

"The only one who can travel through time and space is the Taiwei Sect."

The saint snorted coldly, Taiweizong can travel through time and space, he might not know that he was dragged down by Taiweizong's disciples, and looking for him is just asking for trouble.

"Don't talk about these useless things with me, I just ask you one last time, will you send me back to the past?"

The coffin maker said in embarrassment: "You little one, I really can't do anything."

"Do you know the consequences of breaking your promise and deceiving the saint?" The saint's eyes flashed with murderous intent: "I count three numbers. If you don't agree, then accept the sanction of the saint."

The boy hurriedly knelt down and begged for mercy: "The sage is merciful, my fairy master is really helpless, please forgive my fairy master."

The saint squinted and retracted his eyes, and he dismissed the boy.

"Three!" The tone was indifferent without waiting for a trace of emotion.

He began to count down, counting down relentlessly.

No one would doubt the killing heart of a saint, a saint who stands above the ground and regards all living beings as ants, how could he care about the life and death of one more person.

"two!"

Suddenly, the saint suddenly turned his head and looked at the producer with a cold gaze. The authority of the saint was challenged again and again. He even shot at the coffin maker without counting to one.

The officer's face turned completely white.

"Go to hell!"

"Saint, you are so angry. How did the coffin maker offend you? He even raised his hand to kill him." As soon as the voice fell, the man stopped in front of the coffin maker, and greeted the saint with a loud palm.

"It's you!"

The person in front of him was like a nightmare to him. It was this person, this person whom he regarded as an ant and disdainful at the beginning, who forcibly overturned the big aircraft carrier of Buddhism, and forcibly removed him from the holy throne. The top is pulled down.

"Hahaha, good time!"

The sage laughed, he was worrying that Zhang Fan would be protected by Lei Zu, and he would not find a chance to make a move for a while, but unexpectedly, he would come to his door by himself.

"You brought it on yourself!"

The saint's method changed again, the transparent white light burst out suddenly in his hand, so that people couldn't open their eyes. He wanted to kill Zhang Fan in one fell swoop, but his brows suddenly frowned, and he felt the power of Zhang Fan's handprint. It was so big that it forcibly suppressed all his strength back.

This shock was really no small matter, he didn't say he was trying his best with this palm, but it was also out of anger. Seeing his enemy, the enemy he hated to the bone, he must strike very viciously.

"how come?"

Boom, Zhang Fan's palm was heavily imprinted on the saint's handprint, and the violent force collided and bombed the surrounding world with rumbling noises.

"Absolutely impossible!"

The saint screamed wildly, Zhang Fan's seal is enough to show that he possesses the power comparable to that of a saint, and seeing that his face has a ghost face, and his body has evolved into a third ghost state, which is the image of a ghost ancestor.

"You, how did you become a ghost ancestor?"

His eyes were so wide that they almost fell out. After all, he fell from the holy throne, and things in the world could not escape his eyes, and he quickly thought of the key to the matter.

"Could it be...you went back to the ancient times and killed the ghost ancestor?"

He couldn't believe it, but there was only one explanation.

(End of this chapter)