The floor was covered with red makeup, and the light and shadow of the red candles reflected the beauty of the sky and the earth. Li Wanji slowly lowered her gaze with a hint of shyness, and her cheeks, reflected by the red light, had already turned extremely red.
Chen Fan stared at the other person longingly, then whispered, "I'll drink."
With that said, Chen Fan took the wine glass from Li Wanji's hand and drank it all in one gulp.
After finishing the glass of wine, the scene flashed, a night of spring supper in the red tent.
Chen Fan's head hurt so much that Chen Fan could not recall any scene of this night. The master was still so high and above, and could not be blasphemed.
If you have blasphemous thoughts, even if they cross your mind, you cannot do them.
Thousands of sects came to court, and eight hundred and three monks gathered together to submit to their sects. Chen Fan is the master of the Northern Tribulation Mansion. The new king has ascended the throne. A true generation, commanding the heroes! No one dares to disobey the king's order when he ascends the throne!
Hundreds of millions of lands are all under the control of the king!
In the Beijie Mansion, Li Wanji was very shy. She had already put on an elegant blue dress, her figure was slim, her belly was slightly bulging, and she was holding a child in her arms.
"Wanji..." Chen Fan walked slowly, dragging the new king's long robes on the ground, and finally walked to Li Wanji, lowered his head and looked down, his face full of love, "My child?"
"Fan, tomorrow is my birthday. Can you go out with me to play?" Li Wanji leaned over a little and stroked the hair on her forehead, "You promised me that when our child is born, you will
Take me to this country and see the beautiful mountains and rivers."
"Well, we'll leave tomorrow." Chen Fan gently hugged Li Wanji's waist from one side. The doting look in his eyes was almost beyond words. At that moment, with this gentle kiss, he kissed Li Wanji.
cheek.
In the Small Void Realm, looking from a distance, Chen Fan's body has long been motionless, and there is an even more infatuated smile on Chen Fan's face, as if he is in such an extremely beautiful dream.
However, what even Chen Fan himself did not notice was that from all around this small virtual realm, endless, dark mist was already rolling towards him. There were more and more of these strange mists, and finally they surrounded Chen Fan.
Fan, he was already less than one meter away from Chen Fan.
Then, these ghost mist squirmed, and from this ghost mist, human figures emerged one after another, roaring ferociously, and terrifying. These ghost figures dragged their long hair to the ground one by one, and their claw-like claws were extremely terrifying.
Slender.
More than a dozen ghost shadows have completely entangled Chen Fan, and all around him, these ghost shadows are ferocious, getting closer and closer to Chen Fan.
Chen Fan's face was filled with a silly smile...
The center of his eyebrows, this part of the Taishang Chapter, was constantly turning, and it was slightly hot, seeming to convey a message of extreme anxiety. Even the center of Chen Fan's eyebrows was turning red.
It's a pity that Chen Fan, who was in the illusion, was completely unaware of all this.
With Li Wanji by his side, this is almost the greatest happiness in Chen Fan's life. Chen Fan dotes on him in every way, is careful in everything, and does not dare to bump into each other. The two of them depend on each other, walking along the mountains and rivers...
And these black hands are getting closer and closer to Chen Fan.
Pang family.
With smoke rising everywhere, more than 3,000 direct disciples of the Pang family appeared to be so vulnerable to the attack of the 800 Cangxuan sect people. At that moment, countless people were lying dead on the spot.
The entire Pang family was fighting and retreating, and their bodies were all covered in blood.
Killing and killing, almost everyone retreated to the back of the mountain. Seeing that there was almost no way out for the entire Pang family, and at that moment, Pang Xiaolin's eyes were all red.
A disaster, really a disaster. Could it be that the Pang family is going to die like this today?
His whole body was still stained with blood. It was extremely difficult and reluctant to fight against these people. Although he was a master of the Eighth Level of Spiritual Refining, he did not fight secretly. He devoted all his energy to how to govern.
own family.
And he, alone, even had to deal with two people from the Eighth Level of Spirit Refining!
In the blink of an eye, in less than half a day, more than half of the entire Pang family's disciples had been killed or injured!
As for the Cangxuan sect, the number of casualties was not small. More than 800 people rushed into the battle. Now, the number of deaths has exceeded 300, leaving only more than 450 people.
But the elders of the Cangxuan Sect did not even blink an eye. For this book of spiritual tribulation, the price of sacrifice is completely worth it!
As long as you have the skills, you can kill or injure a few disciples and restore the vitality of the entire sect, it’s just a snap of your fingers!
In the carriage, Zheng Qing, the buried man, had a cold smile on his lips. He was indifferent and condescending, shooting at this miserable battlefield, as if all this had nothing to do with him.
But the presence of others is already the biggest shock to this battlefield. Wherever his eyes go, everyone is like a needle on the back. Even the ancestor of the Pang family has to be distracted to come here and Zheng Qing takes action.
.
"Huh, distracted?" Seeing Pang Xiaolin looking around, Qian Changzhong sneered and shouted, "Your opponent is me!" With one palm, he used all his strength to fight Pang Xiaolin fiercely.
After a fierce exchange of words, Pang Xiaolin's mouth was filled with sweetness, and he vomited blood and flew backwards!
The strength was completely crushed!
This time, the Cangxuan Sect was well prepared and did not give the Pang family any chance. Whether it was the manpower they brought or the strength, they doubled the Pang family. At this moment, Pang Xiaolin had to deal with two people from the Eighth Level of Spirit Refining alone.
A master! Together with Qian Changzhong, there is a fat Taoist priest who is also one of the twelve elders of the Cangxuan Sect.
At that moment, the two men joined forces and beat Pang Xiaolin vertically and horizontally until he vomited blood. But it was not over yet.
On the other side, when Patriarch Pang and He Changsong started fighting, it was like flying sand and stone!
Pang Laozu gritted his teeth and refused to retreat, fighting to the death with He Changsong. From his body, the energy and blood surged up, transforming into the fighting power of the ninth level of spirit refining.
With the last blow, the wave of power spread out, enough to shatter the earth!
And these two people are standing alone on a mountain top, fighting at the top, deciding whether to live or die, and they will not give in to each other! And no one from the other sect disciples dares to step forward!
As long as a residual force wave spreads out, it will be enough to kill them!
In other words, these two masters of the Ninth Level of Spiritual Refining and overcoming a disaster have a life-or-death duel. Their victory or defeat will directly determine the outcome of this battle between the Pang family and the Cangxuan sect.
After all, under the crushing force of absolute strength, no matter how many other heavenly beings there are, it doesn't mean much! What's more, the Cangxuan Sect is already showing the tendency of crushing.
Patriarch Pang's face was extremely ugly, and his energy and blood could no longer keep up. It was extremely difficult to fight He Changsong. The most embarrassing thing for him was that on the other side, there was Zheng Qing, who was watching covetously!
As long as the latter takes action, he will definitely lose!
With such a defensive weapon, Patriarch Pang was even less able to display his strength.
On the other hand, this He Changsong didn't care at all when he took action. During the roar, this hand released a palm and laughed loudly, forcing the Pang Ancestor to retreat continuously. There was a hint of ferocity and killing intent in He Changsong's eyes.
, passed by in a flash.
"Old man, go to hell!!" In his eyes, this Patriarch Pang will definitely lose! This Patriarch Pang is already over a hundred years old, and his energy and blood are declining, and he himself is at his peak, and this
Patriarch Pang takes action and delays it a little, and he will win without a doubt!
But no, you can already see that Patriarch Pang is losing strength and retreating steadily.
"Go to hell!!" He yelled, and at that moment, he jumped up high. From his hand, he slashed with a sword, and a blue sword energy slashed out ten meters long in one breath.
, shocking the world.
Two masters at the pinnacle of the spirit refining realm can already materialize their sword energy before taking action!
This is something that no other master can do!
At that moment, the two men started fighting like a duel between top martial arts masters. Pang Laozu roared and struck out with a sword! And his sword energy turned dark red.