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Chapter 448 What Canglan, I am Fu Zhizhou (4k2, please subscribe)

The distance from the inner door to the outer door was not far. With Qiao Gao's speed, it only took him less than two-quarters of an hour to reach the agreed upon location.

Not long after.

Qiao Gao and Fu Zhizhou successfully met in a woodshed on the cliff at the outer gate.

"Follow me!" Seeing that Fu Lin had obtained it, Fu Zhizhou did not hesitate and immediately took out the "Instant Teleportation Array" and prepared to teleport away from the Hehuan Sect's branch.

After a moment, a crystal yellow formation gate was projected out in mid-air and gradually took shape.

However, Fu Zhizhou was also very loyal and did not leave Qiao Gao alone. Instead, he held his hand and prepared to take him away with him.

however--

Shortly after the three people jumped into the teleportation array, a powerful aura suddenly appeared, directly disrupting the space channel formed by the "instant teleportation array" with great magic power.

next moment.

The three Fu Zhizhou people who were teleporting were instantly squeezed out by the space channel, and the teleportation was forced to stop.

At the same time, the Crystal Yellow Formation Gate also fell from the sky and transformed into the original hexagonal formation disk again.

"Canglan, it's not that easy for you to escape from the Hehuan Sect."

"Cuckoo~"

At this time, a sharp and sinister laugh came from far outside the woodshed.

Laughter from far to near.

When it was almost exhausted, two solid pink ghost claws broke into the house instantly and grabbed Fu Zhizhou, who was wearing a bamboo hat and a black scarf inside the house.

"Ancestor Ningyan?" After Fu Zhizhou saw the aura on the pink ghost claws, his expression suddenly changed slightly and he looked a little ugly.

If he were in the wild, with his strength, he wouldn't be too afraid of the golden elixir overhaul of Patriarch Ningyan.

Even if you can't fight, there's still no big problem in escaping.

But the crux of the matter is.

At this moment, he is within the Hehuan Sect branch. If you fight with Ancestor Ningyan for too long, it will inevitably attract attacks from other Hehuan Sect monks.

Moreover, he had Fu Lin as a burden beside him, which lowered his combat effectiveness.

"Lin'er, you run away first!"

Fu Zhizhou made a decision in an instant. With a pinch of magic, he summoned a "refined corpse" and used the refined corpse to take away Fu Lin and let him escape. Then he concentrated on dealing with the two ghost claws attacked by Ancestor Ning Yan.

As for Kilgour…

Now that Fu Zhizhou couldn't protect himself, how could he care too much about this demonic spy with whom he was not familiar?

However, after this delay, Fu Zhizhou undoubtedly ran out of time to deal with the two pink ghost claws.

Boom! Boom!

Two loud bangs exploded in the air.

The woodshed was instantly razed to the ground, and Fu Zhizhou, who was in the woodshed, immediately floated out of the air. He groaned, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and his body took a few steps back in the aftermath of the magic power, and then he barely regained his composure.

Compared with Fu Zhizhou, Qiao Gao, who was still in the woodshed just now, was in even worse condition.

This kind of Jindan confrontation was simply beyond what Kilgour could react to.

He only felt that as soon as he was forced out of the space channel, he was violently knocked out by the inexplicable spell's aftermath, and then unfortunately he was seriously injured.

"Master... Master?" On the ground, Qiao Gao, who was in ragged clothes and covered with injuries, looked a little pale and bloodless after seeing Ancestor Ning Yan confronting Fu Zhizhou in the air.

At this time, he still didn't understand that the old devil, Patriarch Ningyan, had already figured out the plan he had been planning for the past three months, but he had kept it secret in order to lure him into his trap.

"Master, this disciple was forced to do so. I was given a poison pill and I dare not disobey my order."

"However, my disciple has always been loyal to the master. Otherwise, he would not have repeatedly given hints to the master when acting..."

After thinking about it, Qiao Gao suddenly broke out in cold sweat. Without hesitation, he immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Ancestor Ningyan and begged for mercy.

However, Qiao Gao's begging for mercy obviously did not earn Patriarch Ningyan's forgiveness.

Ancestor Ningyan showed an indifferent look on his face, glanced at Qiao Gao lightly, and sneered: "You are a bastard. After I finish dealing with Cang Lan, I will refine you into a Yang Cauldron and then dispose of you."

These words are not only the consistent behavior style of ancestor Ning Yan, but also the consistent behavior style of other high-level demon monks.

Ancestor Ningyan didn’t realize there was a mistake.

However, what Patriarch Ningyan didn't know was that Master Qiao also had a piece of information that could cost her her life.

"Old guy, even if you kill me, Senior Fu will avenge me." After Qiao Gao wagged his tail and begged for mercy for a while, he lowered his head, with a hint of hatred in his eyes, and a hint of revenge. Pleasure.

……

The outer gate of Hehuan Sect's branch is not far from its mountain gate.

Therefore, after sensing that the corpse refining had taken Fu Lin away from the Hehuan Sect's branch, Fu Zhizhou, who was fighting and retreating, no longer wanted to continue fighting with Ancestor Ningyan.

He said, "Come out of the heavenly corpse," and he separated a refined corpse with an aura similar to his, to fight on his behalf, while the main body was ready to escape.

"Cang Lan, didn't your apprentice tell you that I have mastered your three-corpse secret technique a long time ago?"

Seeing this scene, Ancestor Ningyan was not impatient. She laughed sarcastically, opened her mouth and spit out a stream of green mist, turned into a green spike, and shot it out quickly.

This green spike was extremely fast. The moment Fu Zhizhou's "Heavenly Corpse" came out, it easily broke through its magic shield and was nailed deep between his eyebrows.

In an instant, the "celestial corpse" that Fu Zhizhou pressed at the bottom of the box became a piece of trash, unable to move and useless.

"Third-grade top-grade corpse-suppressing nail?" Fu Zhizhou's pupils narrowed slightly, and he secretly said, "Not good."

Although the corpse-suppressing nail is not a powerful magical weapon, it can work wonders for corpse path monks like him and has a special restraining effect.

And this can be regarded as a drawback of the corpse path secret technique.

Before coming, Fu Zhizhou had expected that Ancestor Ningyan might be wary of him, but he did not expect that Ancestor Ningyan would be so well prepared, even finding a third-level top-grade corpse-suppressing nail.

Then, Fu Zhizhou looked up at the sky and found that at this moment, all the sect-protecting formations of the Hehuan Sect branch had been activated.

This means that apart from using brute force to break open this path, other means, such as small teleportation talismans and other space treasures, are of no use.

At this moment, Fu Zhizhou also understood.

Just now, he asked Lian Zhi to take Fu Lin to escape first. This contingency plan also fell into the calculation of ancestor Ning Yan.

The purpose is to make him consciously stay in the rear, and then use this to eliminate his chance of escape step by step!

As for Fu Lin...

I'm afraid someone was outside and intercepted it in advance.

"There is a third brother outside the Hehuan Sect to greet you. Lin'er should be fine. But things are not going well here."

Fu Zhizhou sighed secretly, feeling sad.

Three months ago, he had just met Wei Tu and had just solved the problem of his soul. On the path of Jindan, I have a certain degree of confidence.

This time, he also planned to take off the disguise of the old monster after rescuing Fu Lin, meet his only remaining heir, and recognize his relatives again...

But now, it's all gone!

If nothing else goes wrong, he will soon fall here and die in the hands of Ancestor Ningyan.

Even though Fu Zhizhou knew that his third brother "Wei Tu" had already achieved the Nascent Soul realm, he knew better that Wei Tu, the ancestor of the Nascent Soul, was only a new Nascent Soul.

He simply didn't have the ability to force his way into the Hehuan Sect's helm, which was waiting for him, and then come forward to take him away.

This is different from when he helped Wei Tu.

At this time, behind Wei Tu, there was no Fengwu monk from the Zhenwu Immortal City. He was alone!

If he took the risk to rescue him, he would probably be in a desperate situation! What's more, Wei Tu also has to take care of his son Fu Lin at this time.

For this reason alone, in terms of time, Wei Tu would be too late!

"Death! I need someone to support me!"

Fu Zhizhou showed a ruthless look on his face, turned to look at the Ningyan Ancestor who was confronting him in the distance, and slowly clenched his fists.

Then, he turned over his palm, and there was a bright silver spear in his hand.

"Spear? Magical weapon?" Ancestor Ningyan frowned slightly, feeling a little confused.

The magical weapons used by monks in martial arts fighting generally include special magical weapons such as umbrellas and tripods. As for ordinary magical weapons, they generally focus on small size and concealment.

She has been practicing for eight hundred years and has not seen many gun-like magic weapons.

After all, this object is a bit cumbersome in a battle, far inferior to the same type of sword-shaped magic weapon and knife-shaped magic weapon.

At least, in the information she inquired about, she had never heard of old monster Cang Lan using a spear weapon.

However, before Patriarch Ningyan could get confused, Fu Zhizhou, who had taken out the bright silver spear, swung forward and stabbed her diagonally with the spear.

"What kind of play is this?"

"Mortal warrior?"

Ancestor Ningyan was immediately stunned. If Fu Zhizhou was a body-refining monk, she could understand using such methods. However, if a corpse path monk used this method, he would undoubtedly use a short attack to reach long range.

"A little trick!" Ancestor Ningyan flashed a trace of contempt in her eyes. She raised her hand gently to block the bright silver spear coming from an angle, and at the same time planned to use her powerful magic power to directly injure Fu Zhizhou.

As a peak-level Golden elixir expert, she was naturally full of confidence when facing Fu Zhizhou's "mid-stage Golden elixir" cultivation.

however--

When the bright silver spear is really on the verge.

Ancestor Ningyan instantly felt the heaviness of Mount Tai from above.

This blow was obviously not something she could easily withstand.

"The killing move?" Ancestor Ningyan's mouth curled up slightly, and a contemptuous smile appeared on his face again.

However, despite the mockery on his face, in fact, Patriarch Ningyan did not take it seriously in his heart.

In this short moment, a white silk glove appeared on her right hand.

This white silk glove is also an extraordinary magic weapon. It suddenly blooms with deep blue light and condenses into a thick light shield.

next moment.

The two instruments are connected.

The bright silver spear stabbed the white silk glove with the force of the mountain.

Well!

The two magical weapons were not affected, but Patriarch Ningyan and Fu Zhizhou could not help but feel their energy and blood boiling, and their magical bodies received a certain amount of heavy blows.

"Death to me!" Ancestor Ningyan's eyes showed a cold light, she changed her strategy, her palms turned into claws, and she slashed at the heart of Fu Zhizhou who was close to her, as if she wanted to dig out his heart as well.

However, at this time, Fu Zhizhou, who was experienced in combat, suddenly turned the bright silver spear into a thorn, and swung it towards the head of ancestor Ning Yan with great force.

Seeing this, Ancestor Ningyan could only retreat temporarily, change his claws into palms, and grab Fu Zhizhou's spear to resist this heavy blow.

But that's it.

The barrel of the bright silver spear suddenly changed, and two fist-sized mummy heads stretched out, stretched their necks, and bit into the arms of Ancestor Ningyan.

"Unity of spirit and martial arts?" At this time, Ancestor Ningyan finally saw clearly the tactics used by Fu Zhizhou.

However, how could this combat method, which was still effective during the Qi training and foundation building stages, be still used today by Old Monster Cang Lan, a veteran golden elixir?

But soon, Ancestor Ningyan no longer dared to look down upon the tactics used by this low-level monk.

Other spells, combined with martial arts, may not be worth mentioning, but this obviously does not include the secret technique of corpse path.

Under the secret technique of corpse path, Fu Zhizhou's body is not only as powerful and hard as the corpse, but also while attacking her, the bright silver spear in his hand is also continuously performing various functions. The unique skills of the zombie path made it difficult for her to guard against it.

"Cang Lan, I didn't expect that after you took the body, your methods became more powerful than before."

After fighting for dozens of rounds, Ancestor Ningyan seized the opportunity and walked away. She glanced at Fu Zhizhou in the distance and couldn't help but praise him.

If not for this method, how could the "Old Monster Canglan" who was in the middle stage of the golden elixir have been able to fight against her, who was at the peak of the golden elixir, for such a long time.

"Canglan?" After hearing this, Fu Zhizhou laughed, with a little more disdain in his tone, "This old guy has been devoured by me a long time ago. Ningyan, you witch, remember, you are fighting against me now, It’s not the old monster Canglan, but me, the old monster Tianzhi Fu Zhizhou!”

Fu Zhizhou said loudly.

He was about to die, and he had no intention of hiding his identity.

When he was alive, he could not live openly and could only be forced to walk the world as an "Old Monster". I dare not recognize my brother or son.

Now that he was dying, he wanted to change his "way of death" and die in an upright manner!

"After four hundred years of practice, Fu Zhizhou has no regrets on his path!"

Fu Zhizhou shouted loudly, then took the bright silver spear and killed the Ningyan ancestor, and the Hehuan Sect monks who were besieging him at this moment.

Ancestor Ningyan didn't care about Fu Zhizhou's insults. She was more concerned about Fu Zhizhou's true identity.

"Fu Zhizhou?"

"Are you Fu Lin's biological father?"

"I see."

Ancestor Ning Yan had a sneer on his lips.

At this moment, she finally understood why "Old Monster Canglan" wanted to take action against her niece Leng Yuyuan and help Fu Lin free himself regardless of offending her.

There is no other reason. The phrase "father-son relationship" is enough to explain all this.

"But it's a pity that you and your son will die together today."

"You are not Canglan, you are better than Fu Zhizhou, and you can better relieve the hatred in my heart."

Ancestor Ningyan said calmly.

After finishing speaking, she waved her sleeves and robe, signaling to the Hehuan Sect monks present to form a battle formation and directly use the power of everyone to kill Fu Zhizhou to death.

She is not a martial artist, so she will not talk about martial arts spirit and fight alone with Fu Zhizhou.

In addition, facing Fu Zhizhou, a lone wolf with death intentions, even though she was a major cultivator of the golden elixir, she could not help but feel some fear at this moment.

Although he was no match for her, it was not too difficult for him to fight hard and get her seriously injured.

"Don't kill him right away."

"Wait until I come back and then slowly prepare it."

Ancestor Ning Yan turned her head and walked through the air. She planned to bring back the escaped Fu Lin, and then cut him into pieces in front of Fu Zhizhou's biological father, killing him bit by bit to pay homage to Leng Yuyuan's death. Undead.

however--

at this time.

A terrifying coercion suddenly descended from the sky and pressed on the body of Ancestor Ningyan, causing him to almost fall from the air.

"Who to kill? Who to concoct?"

"Ning Yan, do you want to say this again?"

At the same time, a joking voice slowly sounded in the ears of Ancestor Ningyan.

(End of this chapter)