Weird World of Immortality

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Facing the whistling colorful clay, Zhou Fan's face was calm, the thin knife was unsheathed, and he slashed it out.

It was thousands of gray sword gangs flying rapidly, smashing on the colorful clay that was hit first, and the colorful clay immediately disintegrated and dissipated.

This is the sword of silence.

Dao Gang, a means that can be used by warriors, seems to be low-end, but Dao Gang is mixed with annihilation martial arts, and the killing range is not small.

The key is that the consumption is almost negligible for Zhou Fan, which is the most suitable choice.

This is only the first knife, he slashed out with one knife, the knife was so fast that he couldn't even see the shadow of the knife, and countless annihilation knives danced in the sky, and the colorful clay that rushed over was completely wiped out by the gray silence knives.

In the eyes of the thousands of warrior monks, this kind of sword swing is too crazy, and this person can stand up to thousands or even tens of thousands of them.

A Taoist monk like Lin Gaoshou was also slightly shocked. He did not expect Zhou Fan to use such a crude and simple method, but this method was indeed effective.

In just a short moment, thousands of meters of paint around it were wiped out, and the body of the paint disaster couldn't replenish it for a while.

But they still couldn't see the figure of Chihuahua from the removed paint.

Zhou Fan just kept swinging the knife, as if he would never get tired, but in this short period of time, I am afraid he has already swung hundreds of thousands of knives.

A mass of paint with dozens of tentacles suddenly flew out of Pigment Disaster's body, and the Yan Yao flew towards Zhou Fan.

"It's it." A cultivator beside Hu Boyi exclaimed, and it was that Yan Yao who dragged Hu Qianhua into the body of Pigment Disaster.

That Yan Yao ignored Zhou Fan's countless annihilation swords, and the tentacles on its body spread out, covering Zhou Fan.

"Fellow Daoist Zhao, be careful." Lin Gaoshou's body was already floating in the air, he slapped the Yan Yao with a palm, and the overwhelming energy spread out.

Bang!

Yan Yao's body was smashed by Lin Gaoshou's palm, but its tentacles still closed and contracted, dragging Zhou Fan to the mountain-like disaster of paint.

Lin Gaoshou just wanted to chase, but Zhou Fan's body had already appeared outside the tentacle cage, and there was nothing in the tentacle cage at all, it was just a phantom of him.

Zhou Fan looked at the rapidly falling tentacle cage, he stretched out his hand, and the true essence in his body permeated out, turning into silk of true essence covering the tentacle cage, and then flew in the direction of Hu Boyi and the others.

Just halfway through the flight, the tentacle cage exploded with a bang, completely turning into nothingness.

Zhou Fan raised his eyebrows slightly, he did not withdraw the silk of true essence, but soon fell on the side of Qi Boyi at about the same time as Lin Gaoshou.

Zhou Fan's spiritual thoughts spread into the silk of his true essence. After careful inspection, he sighed with regret, "There is nothing in it."

As for whether Yan Yao died or escaped, he couldn't tell.

"Are you sure it's it?" Hu Boyi looked at the cultivator beside him. This cultivator witnessed Hu Qianhua being pulled into the body of the plague of paint.

"There's no mistake, it looks exactly like that Yan Yao." The cultivator replied.

"No." Lin Gaoshou shook his head and said, "It's too weak, it's just empty."

He just slapped it with a single palm to destroy the Yan Yao's body. How could such a Yan Yao be indistinguishable from the Taoist God Realm Hu Qian Hua, and finally successfully drag Hu Qian Hua into the paint disaster's body ?

Zhou Fan also agreed with Lin Gaoshou's statement.

Just as everyone was talking, Pigment Disaster made a strange sound that shook people's ears.

While everyone hurriedly used their own means to isolate the strange sound, they all looked at it subconsciously.

They found that the colorful clay body of the Pigment Disaster began to shrink inwards, but no longer spread outwards.

"Ask the other direction to see if there is such a change?" Hu Boyi ordered in a deep voice, and immediately someone took out the sound transmission equipment and contacted the team that besieged the Pigment Disaster in other directions.

Zhou Fan flew up, and in his sight he could see that the sticky paint was shrinking inward.

Not only Zhou Fan flew up, but the flying monks in the crowd all flew up, watching this massive retreat.

"Why did it retreat?" Lin Gaoshou did not explain.

Of course Zhou Fan couldn't answer this question, he thought about it and said, "Follow up and have a look.

He should fly forward first, and Lin Gaoshou and the others also flew forward. No matter what the disaster of Pigment retreated for, they had to see it clearly.

Qi Boyi ordered the flightless warrior monk to organize a search to see if he could find any trace of Qi Qian Hua. He did not believe that Qi Qian Hua died like this.

Zhou Fan and the others flew forward, and there was no grass left in the land, only the blue-black land was left.

The Disaster of Pigment does not shrink slowly, but its volume is too large, so it looks like it is slowly wriggling, but everyone can easily see that the Disaster of Pigment shrinks at an accelerating rate.

Some people among the crowd attacked the shrinking Pigment Calamity, but the Pigment Calamity did not pay attention to such an attack, it was just shrinking rapidly.

Let alone attack soon, there are very few monks who can keep up with the shrinking speed of the Pigment Disaster.

In this frantic bandha, the plague of pigments stopped abruptly.

As soon as the disaster of paint stopped, Zhou Fan and the others who followed behind the disaster of paint immediately stopped their bodies.

The plague of pigments turned into a huge mountain range that was crowded and stretched because of the shrinkage. The mountain range turned into a huge house in the squirming.

The houses covered with colorful paints are thirty feet high and ten feet wide, and the houses are endless. At a glance, there are countless such color houses.

There were clay figurines walking out of the color room. These clay figurines were also colorful. They scattered and ran outside the house~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Standing in front of Zhou Fan and the others, they said in unison: "Welcome to the color house. In the land of mud, our king would like to meet the leader of your human race."

Such clay figurines are scattered around the colorful house, saying the same thing to the humans surrounding them.

Everyone looked at each other in dismay, Lin Gaoshou whispered to himself: "It's actually a wit, how is this possible?"

A monster with the same intelligence as an intelligent creature is more difficult to deal with than a monster of the same level. This is already recognized by many people.

"Did you catch my brother?" Hu Boyi shouted coldly.

The clay people's eyes of different colors turned to look at Hu Boyi, and replied in unison: "We have indeed invited many people to our country of colored clay, but I don't know if your brother is in this group of people. middle?"

"My brother's name is Huqianhua." Hu Boyi said quickly, what he wanted most now was to confirm Huqianhua's life and death.

The clay people were silent for a while before saying, "Qianhua is on our guest list."

Everyone's faces changed slightly, and even Qi Qianhua, who was in the Taoist realm, was caught?