Chapter 426: The Eternal King! Dragon-Snake Great Pill, Power of Incense

The mountain wind rolls the curtains into the cave, life and death wander in a dilemma.

Now the incense of Long Hu appears, whoever does not respect will be buried on the spot.

Zhang Fan stepped on the moss and crushed stones, appearing like a ghost behind Shang Qingqiu and Jing Huaixu. His cold gaze looked at Xu Jinshi and finally fell on the Hong Shanjun who had fallen in a pool of blood.

"Who are you? This is the forbidden ground of our Gezao Mountain; how dare you break in?" Jing Huaixu's expression changed suddenly.

He knew that being able to appear behind them without a sound meant the person must be an expert, so he did not act rashly but immediately revealed his identity and put up the banner of Gezao Mountain.

After all, Gezao Mountain was one of the three major talisman sects of the past. After the incense of Long Hu Mountain was cut off, looking at the Xijiang region, only Sanqing Mountain could firmly suppress it.

With this identity, ordinary people would have to be cautious and not dare to act recklessly.

Crack...

As soon as the words fell, a crisp sound rang out. Jing Huaixu's expression changed suddenly, and he let out a shrill scream. His right shoulder deformed rapidly, the shoulder bone shattered violently in Zhang Fan's palm, flesh and blood disintegrated, revealing scattered, bone-white fragments.

"I asked you what you are, and you tell me about the forbidden ground of Gezao Mountain; you are really rambling and energetic," Zhang Fan said lightly.

"Madman!"

Shang Qingqiu's face turned pale. At the sound of Jing Huaixu's scream, she stepped out, and a talisman appeared between her slender fingers.

"Junior sister, no..." Jing Huaixu roared in shock.

Before the words fell, Zhang Fan's five fingers crossed, and a terrifying force surged like a surging wave, as if it were the vast sea, pressing down on Shang Qingqiu. The latter's delicate body trembled violently, and she froze in place.

Immediately after, her primordial spirit was actually pulled out by Zhang Fan and imprisoned in his palm.

"Method of Detaining Gods, are you from the Wu Wei Gate?" Jing Huaixu's expression changed suddenly, looking at Zhang Fan in horror.

"Senior brother, save me."

Shang Qingqiu's urgent voice came from Zhang Fan's palm, revealing deep fear.

The primordial spirit is the root of life and the foundation of cultivation. Being held in someone's hand, that kind of fear is more desperate than life and death.

"Practitioners, who manipulate the mysteries of heaven and earth, should know that life and death are easily changed," Zhang Fan said indifferently. "When you were high and mighty, looking down on others, did you ever think that you were just ants?"

Hum...

As soon as the words fell, Zhang Fan's five fingers crossed. Shang Qingqiu's face was terrified. She opened her mouth, but before she could even let out a cry, her primordial spirit shattered, turning into fluorescent light filling the sky.

"Junior sister..." Jing Huaixu's eyes were about to split.

Just now, they were still bossy, not taking Xu Jinshi and Hong Shanjun in their eyes, trampling at will, playing with the mountain scenery.

But in the blink of an eye, they also fell into this situation, life and death in a dilemma, retribution is swift.

Rumble...

The ancient alchemy furnace vibrated faintly. The furnace seemed to breathe, its whole body crimson. The essence scattered by the primordial spirit was like air pouring backward, all pouring into the furnace.

The huge roar became more and more resounding, like a wind roar, like a thunderclap. The furnace was like the universe, not knowing what infinite changes would be born.

"Good, the primordial spirit is indeed the great medicine of the human world, the essence of all things," Zhang Fan's eyes lit up suddenly.

"Don't kill me; I have cultivated until now, and it is not easy to have such achievements."

Jing Huaixu lowered his high head, not caring about the fall of his junior sister, not even caring about the heart-piercing pain in his shoulder.

"Can a Gao Gong also be called an achievement?" Zhang Fan could see at a glance that Jing Huaixu's cultivation was in the 【Gao Gong】 realm.

"I..."

Jing Huaixu looked up at Zhang Fan and opened his mouth, wanting to refute.

The Gao Gong realm, even in ancient times, could be considered entering the hall and reaching the mystery, having walked a considerable distance on the path of cultivation.

Nowadays, the Age of Dharma Decline has descended, and even among the ten major Daoist mountains, Gao Gong can be considered a backbone force.

How could this realm not be considered an achievement?

At this time, Jing Huaixu wanted to refute, but he looked at Zhang Fan and closed his mouth.

In front of this man, he was indeed not worth mentioning.

"I can join the Wu Wei Gate," Jing Huaixu gritted his teeth.

"I know you have always been recruiting people from the Daoist sects; I will be very useful."

Jing Huaixu revealed his trump card and value.

With his status and cultivation, he had always been a target for the Wu Wei Gate to focus on recruiting and infiltrating.

You know, if such a person is cultivated well, as long as they don't die halfway, they will likely become a high-level member of the sect in the future. At that time, the value will be immeasurable.

This kind of pawn can definitely be cultivated for ten, twenty, or even thirty years.

Just dormant, not activated, waiting for a critical moment to see miraculous effects.

Obviously, Jing Huaixu knew his value very well, and he also knew that once he joined the Wu Wei Gate, he would never be able to turn back.

However, at this moment, he just wanted to survive.

People can only talk about ideals if they are alive!

"You want to join the Wu Wei Gate?" Zhang Fan asked.

"Not bad," Jing Huaixu nodded.

At this moment, only by joining the Wu Wei Gate was there hope of survival.

"You are bold; we, the righteous people of the Daoist sects, how can we be with the Wu Wei Gate?"

Suddenly, Zhang Fan shouted sternly.

"You are a righteous person?" Jing Huaixu was stunned for a moment, and his gaze toward Zhang Fan became strange.

"You even used the Detaining Gods method, and you still became a righteous person!?"

"I hate traitors who betray their fellow sect members the most," Zhang Fan's eyes surged with cold luster.

If there is anyone in this world who hates traitors the most, it must be the South Zhang lineage.

"Wait, you... you are not from the Wu Wei Gate? You... who exactly are you?" Jing Huaixu noticed something wrong and shouted in shock.

"My surname is Zhang," Zhang Fan whispered.

The simple three words made Jing Huaixu's expression change suddenly. The impact of these three words was more intense and shocking than the death of his junior sister just now.

Daoist cultivation for millions of years, no word, no surname, is more red and correct than "Zhang."

That is the Zhang of the Long Hu Mountain Zhang family!

"Surname Zhang... you... you are Long Hu Mountain..."

"The Zhang family is back!?"

Jing Huaixu's voice trembled, staring at Zhang Fan, simply unable to believe it.

In the Xijiang region, ultimately, only those surnamed Zhang are the eternal kings.

If it was really someone from the Zhang family, then everything in front of him was logical. No wonder this man was about the same age as him, but his methods were sharp and mysterious.

"You... you are North Zhang..."

"What South, what North, there is only one Zhang in this world."

Zhang Fan shook his head and whispered. His palm fell and pressed on Jing Huaixu's head. The latter trembled violently, blood flowed from his eyes, his primordial spirit burst out, and in the crossing of five fingers, it immediately split, turning into fluorescent light and scattering.

Rumble...

The ancient alchemy furnace vibrated again, like breathing, absorbing all the scattered primordial spirit essence.

The movement inside the furnace became louder and louder, and gradually a strange fragrance permeated from it. The surrounding moss and green vines began to grow slowly.

"The pill is almost done," Zhang Fan felt the movement inside the furnace, and his eyes lit up.

That was the great pill refined by the ancestors of the Lingbao Sect. ===== CHAPTER 427 =====