Transcending Tribulation Immortal Venerable

Chapter 773 Advancement
A dozen or so alien cultivators waited for the smoke from the magic explosion to gradually dissipate, and finally saw the appearance of the person.

They felt that the young and thin man in front of them had a familiar face, as if they had seen it somewhere.

At this time, I can't remember it anyway.

"Who are you?" A courageous alien cultivator asked first.

The rest of the people were trembling slightly, looking at Zheng Fan solemnly, wondering who this familiar face was.

Or is it the top-ranked cultivator in the realm of transforming gods in this starry sky.

If it is really the top-ranked immortal cultivators in this starry sky, then they all have to die.

Zheng Fan didn't pay attention to the words of these immortal cultivators at the Transformation God Realm. He looked at the black flood dragon who was covered in wounds behind him, and his black armor was about to be stained red with blood, and asked, "Take the elixir."

While speaking, Zheng Fan took out a tiny black pill from the colorful gourd and handed it to the mouth of the black flood dragon.

The moment the tiny black elixir was taken out, it exuded a strong medicinal fragrance.

The dozen or so alien immortal cultivators in the realm of transforming gods on the opposite side can only feel their mouths watering, and they really want to taste it.

Based on the scent of the elixir, they were able to determine that this elixir was the best elixir.

It's just that I didn't expect that a thin man with such a top-quality pill would give the pill to such a humble guy.

"Who the hell are you?" The alien cultivator who asked Zheng Fan earlier asked again.

Seeing that the wound on Hei Jiao's body was no longer bleeding and his body was slowly healing, Zheng Fan looked at the dozen or so alien cultivators in front of him.

A dozen or so alien cultivators froze for a moment when they felt Zheng Fan's gaze.

They felt that the moment their eyes and Zheng Fan's eyes touched each other, it actually made their hair stand on end.

As if they were facing an ancient fierce beast, they felt like they were breaking out in cold sweat and their souls were trembling.

"You're making trouble in my territory, and you still ask me who I am?" Zheng Fan's tone was indifferent, like ten thousand years of ice, which made the already uneasy emotions of the people present even more messy.

Each body was like falling into an ice kiln, trembling so badly that they didn't even have the thought of resisting.

Because they already knew who this thin young man was.

They wondered in their hearts, isn't Zheng Fan's spirit-gathering circle gone?Why did it suddenly come back now?

"Zheng Fan, I advise you not to act recklessly. Now that countless stars are descending on the earth, if you kill me, there will be endless troubles."

"You let us go, we can pretend that nothing happened."

They didn't know what words to use to threaten Zheng Fan, they could say a word.

Hearing their threatening words, Zheng Fan sneered and said, "Even if I don't kill you, you will always trouble me. If that's the case, what's the use of living?"

When he said these words, a long sword bursting with colorful light appeared in his hand, and he rushed towards a dozen or so immortal cultivators in the realm of transforming gods.

A dozen or so immortal cultivators in the realm of transforming gods saw Zheng Fan killing him, and wanted to escape in their hearts, but their bodies seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, unable to move at all.

He could only watch helplessly as Zheng Fan swung the seven-colored long sword, and was easily beheaded like rotten tofu.

In just a moment, Zheng Fan had already killed a dozen or so alien cultivators who offended Gulin Mountain.

Hei Jiao watched Zheng Fanli get rid of the offenders, lowered his head and said: "Master, I didn't handle the matter well, please punish me."

Previously, Zheng Fan left the black flood dragon in Gulin Mountain to guard the Spirit Gathering Formation in Gulin Mountain.

As a result, someone offended someone today. If Zheng Fan hadn't arrived in time, not only would he die here, but the Spirit Gathering Formation would also disappear.

Zheng Fan listened to Heijiao's words, and said calmly: "It's not your fault."

He knew the strength of the black flood dragon, and he was no opponent at all in the face of the menacing alien cultivators.

It is a blessing to not die today.

"You don't roar twice when you speak now?" Zheng Fan looked at Heijiao and said in a flat tone.

He felt that Hei Jiao was too nervous, so he made a little joke.

Hearing Zheng Fan's words, Hei Jiao said awkwardly: "Recently, there have been too many offenders. When fighting against them, I unknowingly changed my habit."

Zheng Fan smiled and said, "You can recuperate well here."

While speaking, Zheng Fan walked towards the spirit gathering circle.

He has an intuition that Jiaolong Xiaohei is about to break through the innate realm now.

Because of the blood contract that Jiaolong Xiaohei had with Zheng Fan, Zheng Fan would be able to sense any situation.

When he came to the Spirit Gathering Formation, Zheng Fan's eyes glowed with golden light, and he looked towards the eyes of the Spirit Gathering Formation.

When he looked towards the eyes of the Spirit Gathering Formation, he saw Xiaohei, a dragon, hovering in a ball, with strands of black halos blooming outside his body.

It looks like a dragon carved from black gemstones.

Zheng Fan looked at Jiaolong Xiaohei with a slight smile on his face, "Sure enough, Xiaohei is going to advance now."

After he finished speaking, he sat in the spirit-gathering circle, quietly waiting for Xiaohei, a dragon, to advance successfully.

Heijiao looked at Zheng Fan staying in the spirit-gathering circle, and was puzzled. He didn't understand why Zheng Fan did this, and asked, "Master, what is this?"

Zheng Fan said calmly: "You watch outside, don't come in the spirit gathering circle."

Because there will be a catastrophe coming soon, with the current injured physique of the black flood dragon, once it enters the spirit gathering circle, it will definitely die a miserable death.

Even if Zheng Fan can rescue him, he will inevitably be left with a hidden disease that cannot be erased in his life.

Seeing what Zheng Fan said, Heijiao didn't plan to step into the spirit-gathering circle, but looked straight at Zheng Fan, wondering what Zheng Fan was going to do.

Before I knew it, two hours had passed.

Suddenly, there was a muffled sound that was louder than a single sound in the originally clear sky.

Immediately after the sky suddenly darkened, dark clouds billowed, and one after another black lightning intertwined like a spider web, forming black lines.

It seems to want to catch all living beings on the earth into the black veins and destroy them all.

Zheng Fan looked at the black lightning in the sky and knew that Xiaolong Xiaohei's catastrophe was coming.

He looked calm and calm, he had no intention of making a move, and was going to watch how Jiaolong Xiaohei would overcome the catastrophe.

If the tribulation fails, Zheng Fan can only take another shot to keep his soul.

As before, a physical body was condensed again.

Rumble.

Rumble.

Black lightning, like heavy rain, poured down crazily towards the eyes of the gathering spirit formation.

Wherever it passed, the void seemed to be torn apart, and there were piercing buzzing sounds, and it fell towards the dragon.

(End of this chapter)