The first thousand two hundred and seventy-five chapters real confrontation
After hearing about the cruel methods and bloody methods of Zhang Jiao's rise, Chen Fan finally realized how correct Taiyi's worries were.
Chen Fan even started to feel a little worried.
After all, Hei Wuchang came to Beijie Star to seek revenge and avenge Bai Wuchang.
As long as the powerful Three Flowers Gathering who participated in the confrontation with Bai Wuchang can take the initiative to stand up and fight against Hei Wuchang, they can at least minimize Hei Wuchang's murderous intention.
But once Hei Wuchang is killed by Zhang Jiao, the result means that Zhang Jiao will become the strongest person on the entire Northern Tribulation Star. By then, I am afraid that no matter how many powerful people gather in the Three Flowers Summit, they will not be able to defeat him.
It may not be possible to suppress the potential threat of Zhang Jiao.
Chen Fan was discussing with Chang Sihai how to deal with the next situation through sound transmission.
Whether Hei Wuchang is killed or Zhang Jiao is killed by Hei Wuchang, the result will bring a huge threat to everyone in front of him.
Prepare for a rainy day, and only by taking all possibilities into consideration can you calmly deal with the consequences that may occur next.
Suddenly, there was a thunder and lightning.
boom!
Between heaven and earth, a thunder struck straight through the clouds.
Rays of lightning as thick as an arm penetrated the dense dark clouds above everyone's heads. Under the clouds, the nine-segmented staff in Zhang Jiao's hand, streaks of earthy-yellow brilliance, kept flickering indistinctly, driving a trace of space trembling power.
Under the clouds, there are clearly visible traces of the operation of the law.
The laws of spiritual power splashed out everywhere, shattering the rocks on the surrounding ground, and even cutting extremely deep ravines on the ground.
As the fight between the two became more intense, thunderclouds rose in an instant.
Chang Sihai stared at the two people on the battlefield, frowning.
"Fellow Daoist Chen Fan, if Hei Wuchang is really killed, how should we deal with Zhang Jiao? After all, Zhang Jiao, a great sage, has a strong voice because he has lived long enough and is far more powerful than his peers."
Chen Fan suddenly laughed, "Elder Chang, don't worry about anything else. It's very likely that these two will end up fighting each other until both sides are injured. Let's recharge our batteries first and wait for the opportunity to take action."
Speaking of which, in the end, we can only prepare according to Chen Fan's plan for the time being.
At this time, Hei Wuchang and Zhang Jiao also launched their strongest offensive.
The world has long been covered by black mist and the constantly wandering spiritual energy and space turbulence, forming spiritual energy vortexes of different sizes.
Black mist and blood mist intertwined with each other, and the space in the middle was turbulent.
Above Zhang Jiao's head, a huge bloody vortex was forming.
Under the violent vortex of blood, the rich blood energy made Chen Fan, who was more than ten miles away, feel almost suffocated.
On the opposite side, Hei Wuchang showed no fear. He held a mourning stick and rushed directly into the bloody whirlpool.
Hei Wuchang, who was wrapped in a layer of black mist, was like a black lightning, moving through the blood-colored mist with ease.
Not only that, it seemed that Hei Wuchang had a slight upper hand in the battle with Zhang Jiao.
Hei Wuchang suddenly burst out laughing wildly, "Are you the trump card against me on the Northern Tribulation Star? Your strength is nothing more than this. A master of ghost cultivating like me, why should I get entangled with you? Just accept your fate!"
As Hei Wuchang stopped shouting, thin black silk threads suddenly shook out from the wail stick.
From the top of the thin gossamer-like black aura, like long vines, ferocious ghosts grew out.
Fourteen ghosts with two sharp horns opened their big mouths, stretched out their arms, and pounced towards the horns below.
As soon as these fourteen ghosts appeared, Chen Fan's eyes widened in the distance.
I have seen Hei Wuchang's countless attack methods before, but this is the first time I've seen him unleash this ghost.
Especially Chang Sihai, who faced off against Hei Wuchang across the trap formation. Every attack was able to trap Hei Wuchang in the trap formation under the joint suppression of ten Three Flowers Gathering masters.
But now it seems that Hei Wuchang at that time at least did not use all his strength.
The power of this ghost is extremely strong. You can imagine that if Hei Wuchang was in the trap at that time and released these ghosts, the boundless bloody vortex would be swallowed up in just a few strokes.
The base of the trapped formation will turn into nothing in an instant.
Naturally, Chang Sihai and others could not guess what Hei Wuchang was thinking at that time.
However, Hei Wuchang's operation gave Chen Fan a new understanding of his control over the seven soul shadows.
In the previous battles, Chen Fan mostly used these seven soul shadows as a basis for gathering information. Even if they were occasionally used against the enemy, they were always used as a trump card.
But the dozen ghosts controlled by Hei Wuchang are more like Hei Wuchang's personal assistants. As soon as these ghosts appear, they suppress Zhang Jiao's advantage.
The bloody vortex hovering above Zhang Jiao's head quickly declined in momentum.
But there was no panic on Zhang Jiao's face.
The nine-section staff in his hand suddenly swung up, and the shadows of the staff hit the ghosts that were devouring their blood.
As the shadow of the staff fell, one after another, the ghosts collapsed in the air under the attack of the nine-section staff.
But at the same time that the ghost shadow collapsed, a brand new ghost spawned from Hei Wuchang's mourning stick, jumped down from it, and continued to join the battle group.
Chen Fan discovered that the black impermanence's technique to activate these ghosts was almost very similar to the properties of his seven soul shadows.
It is precisely because of this that Chen Fan becomes more and more interested in Hei Wuchang, and is even a little ready to take action.
When he saw that the bloody vortex above Zhang Jiao's head was about to disappear, Zhang Jiao suddenly burst into laughter.
"You, an outsider monkey, seem to only have so much ability. Let's see how I will cut you into pieces!"
As Zhang Jue laughed wildly, he handed the nine-section staff to his left hand. In his right hand, he grabbed a handful of talismans and threw them directly towards the blood that was about to dissipate.
Apart from the Nine-section Staff, Zhang Jiao has not seen many other weapons, and this talisman is Zhang Jiao's best and most reliable trump card.
Hundreds of talisman papers were scattered around Hei Wuchang as Zhang Jiao waved his hand.
Just when everyone was surprised, these talismans scattered in the wind fell directly into the vortex of blood mist that remained.
Immediately afterwards, huge figures stood upright from the whirlpool.
The body that was four to five feet tall quickly surrounded Hei Wuchang.
"Monkeys from outside the territory, today I will let you see what the true strength of the North Tribulation Star is!"
Zhang Jue roared proudly, and threw another handful of magic talismans into the bloody whirlpool. The yellow scarf warriors rose up one by one, gathering more and more.