The alien devil is in the city

Fang Fan felt a little familiar with this painting, and couldn't help but look over, almost scaring himself when he saw it.

Unexpectedly, this painting was in the secret realm of Dawei in another world, where he obtained the Chaos Art.

How is this possible? How could there be such a painting in the room of the patriarch of the Corpse Clan?

Could it be that this clan leader also traveled from another world?

But no matter what, he could not feel the aura that the clan leader traveled from another world.

Even the clone of Xing Demon is not breathing, so why does such a painting hang in his room?

Then his divine thoughts enveloped the painting, but he could not find anything, which made his brows frown even deeper.

When he touched the painting with his hand, he found that it was just an ordinary painting.

But he felt that this painting was definitely not simple.

However, when he wanted to take down this painting and put it in his Shura space to study it slowly, he found that he could not pull it off.

He put down the painting and used his divine thoughts to investigate again, but still found nothing. He found that the reason why he could not take the painting was because of the nail, the nail nailed to the wall.

Is this nail weird? The curious Fang Fan touched the nail with his hand. When his hand touched it, he disappeared.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a cave, and there was a skinny old man sitting cross-legged in the middle of the cave. Although his breath was weak, he was still alive.

The moment Fang Fan came in, the old man opened his eyes and he waved a rope.

A sword light flashed, and the rope was broken. Then Fang Fan quickly retreated and looked at the old man coldly.

"From the Corpse Clan?" Fang Fan asked in confusion. Although the old man belonged to the Corpse Clan, his aura was restrained. If Fang Fan often came into contact with the Corpse Clan, he really couldn't tell that the old man was the Corpse Clan.

"Humanity, very good. I dare to destroy so many of my disciples." The old man spoke, his voice very cold.

The sound made him feel a little familiar. Fang Fan's divine thoughts carefully swept the old man again and then changed his face. He said in surprise: "Zuo Liang, aren't you dead?"

"Who are you? How do you know me? How is it possible? This world is not many billions of miles away from my world.

No one in this world knows that I am a name, including my disciples and disciples. How did you know? You are also from another world?"

The old man did not sit cross-legged anymore but stood up and looked at Fang Fan in horror.

"Hmph, who am I? Don't you recognize the old rotten corpse? Have you forgotten that you were fighting with me for gold leaves at the Daxu Secret Realm?"

"You, you, Old Demon Fang." Zuo Liang pointed with a trembling hand

Fang Fan had an incredible expression on his face.

"How could it be you, how could it be? Why did you have reached this world? It is absolutely impossible. You are not from your original body but from reincarnation.

No, the reincarnation channel between this world and our other world has long been destroyed. How did you come from?" Countless questions circling in Zuo Lian's heart.

Finally he calmed down: "Old Mo Fang, your luck is really great. The golden leaf saved your life. I believe you have obtained the Chaos Art inside, otherwise it would be impossible for you to achieve such a great achievement at your age."

"Haha, you are smart. No wonder you fought for the golden leaf with me when you were fighting for it. Unfortunately, you were defeated. I thought you would die if you entered the crack in the space.

I didn't expect that you have arrived in this world and are not dead yet.

Not only did you not die, you also created so many corrupt corpses.

Qin Shihuang was yours in the past."

When Zuo Liang heard this, he snorted coldly and said, "That is what each needs. Qin Shihuang needs immortality, and I need descendants to help me rule this world.

But he didn't take the last step, and was struck by lightning to death in this world, and I didn't rule this world, it's such a fucking irony."

After Zuo Liang said that, he smiled self-deprecatingly.

"You have too many ambitions, just like in another world, and here, so you lost."

"Who is the monk of our generation without ambition? Can monks without ambition live forever?

What resources does an ambition monk use to cultivate to the realm he wants?

You dare to say that you have no ambitions and just want to live your life like this? Since you think so, that's a big deal. Just die after a hundred years.

You will be safe and sound in this century.

Will you still reach this level?

Since you have reached this state, you must have used a lot of resources. Where did these resources come from? Did they fall from the sky?

It's not what you fought for.

So I never blame my ambition, I just blame my bad luck.

Many years ago, my ancestors told me that luck is also a strength. I didn’t believe it back then, but now I believe it.”

"After saying so much, I hope you're lucky this time, I'll let you go?"

“You’re thinking too much.

After saying so much, I will tell you that your luck is really not bad. If you are a few years later and your strength reaches the strength of yours in another world, I am afraid I will be unlucky at that time.

And now? Sorry, you are not lucky.

Alas, I really don't want to kill you,

I finally met an old friend here. How could you tell me to bear to kill you?

But for my immortality, I have to feel wronged you.

The Demon Cube hopes that you don’t blame me in the underworld.”

Zuo Liang said that his aura was soaring that the mid-stage realm of the Earth Immortal was immediately revealed.

Then he raised his proud head and said coldly: "I have told you so long for the sake of old friends, otherwise you, an ant who slaughtered so many of my disciples, will I destroy you when you appear.

Death, don't worry, I will make you happy."

After saying that, he slapped it out with a palm, and the endless rotten corpse energy condensed into a fist, which was the size of a normal fist, and was rushing towards Fang Fan at a very fast speed.

"You old rotten corpse, I could kill you back then, and the same is true now." He said that his body's demonic energy surged and immediately covered his whole body.

Suddenly, Fang Fan's whole body was pitch black, with only a pair of eyes looking at the sword. At the same time, his eyes began to be bloodthirsty and violent, and his combat power was also soaring rapidly.

When his fist came to him, he quickly drew a sword, and the light passed by, and the sword passed by.

Then the fist disappeared into the air.

"How is it possible? The two of us have so much difference in realms, how can you still be so strong?" Zuo Liang said with shaking his hands in disbelief.

"Because I am extremely familiar with your tricks, and now you are not familiar with me at all."

"So what? You are so different from yours in another world now. I'm afraid you won't be able to do it?

If you were standing here back then, I might be a little scared, but now, haha, I think too much."

After saying that, his body began to swell.

As soon as the word "corpse transformation" was said, the old man immediately turned into a strong young man, and his fists were still flashing with cold light.

"Die."

He punched out, and then a powerful force hit Fang Fan.

Fang Fan's face changed and he stabbed him with a sword.

As a result, the sword energy was blown into nothingness by the fist, and the speed was still not reduced and rushed towards Fang Fan.

Fang Fan's pupils contracted, and the golden body immediately appeared on his body, and then retreated wildly.

"Is it useful to withdraw? How did you beat me back then? I will beat you today."

After saying that, he rushed towards Fang Fan, with extremely fast speed and no stop.

With a "touch", Fang Fan resisted this move and immediately vomited blood.

When Zuo Liang came to him, he immediately rolled in.

Avoid Zuo Liang's one knee press.