Leisurely cultivating life

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Even though he had expected this battle, but when it really came, he still couldn't help but feel annoyed.

Zhou Fan is simply unreasonable this week.

Thinking about it this way, the fireworks behind the man in black skyrocketed and burned blazingly.

Seeing it in his eyes, Zhou Fan smiled, and the sword light slashed out, and the brilliance flickered.

The final Yan sword energy is mighty and mighty, and in the so-called Demon Realm, it is not hindered by much.

The ghosts and ghosts appear and disappear, and the waves rise and fall.

"Zhou Fan!"

The man in black looked at this scene, and the hatred in his heart rose again, and another figure appeared in his mind, and this person was also a disciple of Yuxu.

New hatred and old hatred.

"kill."

The man in black raised his head to the sky and let out a long cry. With a movement of his body, he turned into thousands of black shadows, which merged with the energy of the Demon Realm, and the whole world seemed to collapse, like a cage.

"Boom!!!"

The two forces collided, and the aftermath rippled around, turning the surroundings into nothingness.

"kill."

The man in black took the initiative to attack, and every blow was earth-shattering.

All of a sudden, the two met together, like the tip of a needle facing a wheat awning, each with its own means.

But at this moment, outside of the Demon Realm, there are already strong streams of energy rising up, hanging in the sky, and throwing them over.

It can be found that every air mechanism contains slow malice.

The existence of the Demon Sect, because of the current situation in Xiantian, no one in the vicinity of it is willing to move first.

Now that some people are willing to take the lead, others are naturally more than happy.

Somewhere in the fairyland.

There is no beauty, only monotonous black and white, silent, heavy, and you can't see the end.

Gloomy, fearful, deadly silence...

At this time, in the Senran Hall, a young man was sitting at the head, with an ancient mirror in front of him.

It is simple and deep, and it shoots a projection, reflecting the scene of Zhou Fan and the man in black.

Dazzling halos danced from the mirror surface, overlapping one after another, as if they were about to rush out at any time.

It is conceivable how fierce and earth-shattering the fighting between the two is.

"How brave!"

The young man's eyes were indifferent, and his whole body was filled with a gloomy light, as if he was very dissatisfied with Zhou Fan.

At this time, only the sound of footsteps was heard, and a man and a woman came.

Walking in front is a young girl with a slender face, covered in red clothes, her skin is as soft as jade and soft as greasy, and the two strands of hair on her cheeks are gently blowing in the wind to add a bit of seductive style.

Holding the palace lantern, thousands of fireworks fall from above and hang down to the ground, creating halos and illuminating all around.

A tall and elegant man followed behind.

"I have seen the Demon Lord." The two stepped forward to salute.

"Get up." The young man raised his hand.

After taking their seats, they chatted for a few words, and then a deep halo fell, intertwined into light and shadow on the ground, which was the scene of Zhou Fan fighting with the man in black.

The gray and white flame danced and made a crackling sound.

The elegant man swayed his sleeves, and said in a calm voice, "Since Taoist Yuchen crossed to the east and established Yuxu, and a thousand years ago, the Dongsheng continent has finally become the land of adult Taoism. His generation is powerful, and it is worth this great change." World, the devil please calm down."

The demon lord snorted, looked at the light and shadow in the hall, and said: "The current situation has made Zhu Zi famous, so rampant!"

The elegant man pondered for a while, and said: "The lifeline of the funeral door has been cleared out by this son, and now he is attacking me again, it must be related to that place."

The Demon Lord snorted coldly, and the greenness on his face flashed away, as if he had an unforgettable memory, and said: "There are hundreds of millions of people in my Demon Sect, but their hearts are not in harmony. Otherwise, why would they shrink into a continent? .”

"The devil." The elegant man smiled wryly, although he knew that what the devil said was not unreasonable.

It's just that the Demon Sect is originally a gathering of failed people from various sects and families, and the ingredients are extremely mixed, and it may not be cleared up to now.

Wanting to integrate them into one, all the masters of the Demon Sect in the past have set this as their goal.

"Demon Monarch, the current situation has changed. One day, the forces of our Demon Sect will be able to be integrated and merged into one."

"It depends on the concerted efforts of all the kings."

The Demon Lord had great confidence in the current head of the Demon Sect, and after saying a few words, he turned his gaze to the light and shadow in the palace.

"Shao Zang and Zhou Fan have not been fighting for a long time, what do you think of the result?"

"Master Shao Zang is far superior to me in strength, and Zhou Fan is also unfathomable. This level of fighting skills is beyond my beak." The refined man said very modestly.

The Demon Lord gave the elegant man a glance, why didn't he understand the meaning of his words.

Zhou Fan's combat strength is not something to look at. Although he scorns him extremely, he actually regards Zhou Fan as his lifelong enemy.

After thinking about it, he snorted heavily and said, "It's really too arrogant."

At this moment, the woman in red, who had been silent all this time, spoke up, her eyes were dark, and she said, "Aren't those forces in the human way always so arrogant?"

At the same time, people from other major forces are also paying attention to this fight.

"What a Zhou Fan, he found the Demon Gate." Zheng Siling said in surprise.

During this time, someone frowned, turned their thoughts in their minds, and wondered: "I don't know what Zhou Fan's idea is?"

"Perhaps, Zhou Fan wanted to use this to build his prestige." After pondering for a while, Zheng Siling gave his own judgment.

Ning Han, who was sitting at the top, looked at Zheng Siling with unrecognizable eyes, and nodded secretly.

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in the field.