Chapter 1060: Eastern monk

The first thousand sixty-one chapters of the Eastern monks

Standing on the canyon, Tang Ruhu's face was as pale as paper, his legs were soft, and he almost couldn't stand and fell to the ground.

Tang Rulong also looked very ugly, Mr. Zhu had already lost!

The elders of the Tang Sect also shook their heads and sighed. Mr. Zhu, who had placed a lot of hope in the first place, did not expect to lose too, and it was almost a crushing loss.

If the Tang Sect is defeated, at least half of the property will be lost, and the Black Flame Skull will be suppressed in the future.

"How is this possible? How could Mr. Zhu lose?" Tang Yijun's eyes widened, his expression dull, he opened his mouth and couldn't talk.

Only Tang Yitong's eyes flashed a sly color, looking expectantly at Zhuo Bufan.

Zhuo Bufan carried his hands on his back and slowly stepped out and walked towards the canyon. Seeing this scene, Tang Yijun frowned and shouted, "Hey, Zhuo Bufan, what do you want to do?"

The Tang Sect elders also saw Zhuo Bufan's actions, and their brows wrinkled.

"Little guy, what do you want to do?"

"You don't want to fight Francis, do you?"

"Even Mr. Zhu has been defeated. You used to just die for no reason."

Everyone, say something to me, Mr. Zhu has been defeated, and you, a fellow who has not even reached the level of s-level ability, go up, and you are not as cannon fodder.

Besides, if Francis was angered, maybe the other party directly killed Tang Sect.

"Zhuo Bufan, what are you doing?" Tang Rulong's eyes widened and suddenly shouted.

Zhuo Bufan stopped and looked back at Tang Rulong and said, "Mr. Tang, I just hope you don't forget what you promised me. If I defeat Francis, give me the energy crystal I need."

"This...but you..." Tang Rulong saw Zhuo Bufan's indifferent expression, and was shocked for a while. Suddenly he saw from Zhuo Bufan's self-confidence and domineering.

Tang Ruhu snorted coldly, and said with a sneer: "You went up to death in vain. Even Mr. Zhu is not his opponent. For young people like you, don't shame your life for the sake of a ridiculous face."

The elders also nodded.

Last time in the Tangmen Main Hall, Zhuo Bufan was ridiculed by everyone. In their opinion, Zhuo Bufan was a teenager, and he was definitely not convinced in his heart. Then he came to Firebird Canyon.

"Young people always lose their lives for the sake of ridiculous face." The elder shook his head, his face full of disappointment.

Zhuo Bufan didn't seem to hear them. He walked towards the canyon. Every time he took a step, there seemed to be invisible steps in the air, stepping on the steps.

"Well, there's one more?" Francis turned his head, his eyes fell on Zhuo Bufan's body, and an imperceptible red light flashed in his eyes.

"You are not even an S-level ability person, dare to challenge me?" Francis noticed the fluctuations in Zhuo Bufan's body, and his face showed disdain.

As long as Zhuo Bufan doesn’t use Yangmu Cultivation Method, Purple Eye, and does not activate the two super attributes, then the ability person can only perceive some of the energy flowing out of him at most, and believe that he is not an s-level ability person. .

"But that's okay, since you take the initiative to die, then I will absorb a little more energy."

Having said that, Francis once again condensed a black liquid ball into Zhuo Bufan.

Zhuo Bufan looked indifferent, without sorrow or joy, suddenly stretched out his palm and gently pressed it down. Suddenly, the sky over the entire canyon was surging and the vortex converged, and the sky dimmed in an instant, and a powerful pressure poured out in the sky.

The faces of the Black Flame Skull and Bones and the Tang Sect crowd suddenly changed.

This situation has never happened even when Francis and Mr. Zhu were fighting just now.

Zhuo Bufan stood in place, his black hair rippling with the wind, like a **** or devil.

"You are not a supernatural person!"

Francis also changed his face in an instant, with black wings spread out behind his back, and he flew towards the distance, trying to escape the pressure that made him feel terrified.

"Green Mountain Seal!"

Zhuo Bufan pressed his palm, and there seemed to be a mountain collapsed in the sky. Francis, who had just leaped into the air, was photographed like a fly and covered it directly on the ground.

"Boom" there was a loud noise.

The entire canyon seemed to tremble in general. In the center of the canyon depression, the smoke and dust of the air impact oscillated in circles, the aftermath of power spread to the periphery of the canyon, and huge cracks appeared on the towering rock wall.

Francis was inlaid on the ground, and the black wings behind his back also became dilapidated.

"Pump!"

Francis struggled to get up from the ground, and immediately flew into the air. The broken wings on his body began to repair automatically, returning to its original appearance, open, shining with black luster.

At this time, there were traces of red blood stains on the pupils of Francis' eyes. These blood stains spread densely, gradually turning both eyes completely blood red, exuding a strange light, and staring at Zhuo Bufan. .

"You are not a supernatural person, who are you?" Francis stared at Zhuo Bufan with wide eyes.

"I am indeed not a supernatural being, but an Eastern monk!"

Zhuo Bufan said lightly.

"Damn, the cultivator in the East has such a huge power. If I can eat you, maybe I can be promoted to the ranks of sss-level superpowers." Francis said viciously.

Zhuo Bufan also looked at him in astonishment, and he could obviously perceive that the strength in Francis's body was gradually expanding and becoming a lot stronger.

But what Francis looked like was obviously a bit abnormal, as if he had lost part of his sanity.

"Insane?" Zhuo Bufan frowned. Ferrancis looks like this, which is similar to the situation of insane.

After all, Francis no longer talked nonsense, the wings behind him suddenly opened, and the sharp black wings rushed toward Zhuo Bufan like raindrops.

At the same time, some black liquid appeared on Francis's body. These liquids squirmed on his cheeks and arms, like earthworms, giving people a creepy feeling.

Zhuo Bufan didn't want to waste time with Francis at all. The strength of Francis's ss-level ability is nothing more than the master of Gang Jin, even much weaker, but his power is a little weird.

Zhuo Bufan was angry with a group of purple flames in his palm, and immediately threw it out. The black wings that came from the spurs instantly turned into nothingness in the purple flames, and white smoke came out.

"Damn fellow, I want to kill you." Ferrancis looked savage, and the black liquid surging on his body instantly turned into strips of tentacles, passing through the space, and leaping towards Zhuo Bufan in an instant, as if he wanted to Zhuo Bufan was tied up.

But the moment these black tentacles came into contact with the purple flame, they suddenly made a sizzling noise, bursting out of white smoke, and disappeared.

Upon seeing this, Francis instantly changed his face, turned around and waved the huge black wings behind him, and quickly fled towards the distance.

"It's too late!"

Zhuo Bufan shook his head, Francis looked flustered, suddenly lowered his head and saw a group of purple flames burst out of his chest, shooting into the distance.