My Longevity Simulation - Chapter 309

[Chapter 307 Purple light shines in the world]

While falling rapidly, Kunpeng’s body was still burning with purple flames.

But that huge alien beast seemed to have lost the power to resist, unable to even struggle.

He could only let the blazing purple fire consume and burn his body.

The sound of wailing spread throughout the sea of clouds, and everyone was frightened and frightened when they heard it.

Kunpeng fell straight from the sky like a falling meteor to the mortal world.

A purple vertical line was drawn between the sky and the earth.

As the height decreased, his body also continued to shrink.

When it was about to fall on the sea, it was completely burned by purple flames.

Not even ashes are left.

Ye Feipeng, die!

Seeing the monster beast being slain, the purple figure in the sky glanced at it indifferently.

Then the clouds in the sky dispersed as quickly as they came.

The purple body also gradually dimmed and disappeared.

“Wu Chi’er? No, that’s not right…”

Above the sky, the voice of the Black Crow Immortal came in confusion.

After saying that, the one-eyed crow spread its wings slightly, turned into a black line, and chased away in the direction where the purple energy dissipated.

The monks in Cong Yunhai had not yet recovered from the shock caused by this change, and they all stood there as if they were petrified.

After a while, the sky on Ten Thousand Immortals Island was filled with boiling water.

“What was that just now?”

“Which powerful person was it? Such a terrifying Kunpeng beast was killed by a bolt of lightning?”

“Hedao Immortal Lord?”

“I think that ordinary Hedao monks, This may not be possible.”

“Above Hedao? Impossible!”

…

Like everyone else, Li Fan was also very shocked at this moment.

However, he was not shocked by how terrifying this purple figure was.

But he was shocked by his identity.

“Senior Brother Zhang?”

Li Fan looked up at the sky where the purple energy had dissipated, feeling in disbelief.

Li Fan had heard the cold voice just now many times and was very familiar with it.

Coupled with the familiar words “evil heretic” and the purple sky thunder that easily killed Ye Feipeng.

Li Fan was almost certain that the purple figure sitting on the sky just now was the senior brother Zhang he met in the Fallen Fairy Realm.

Zhang Qianmo.

A disciple of the inner sect of Zixiao Sect, he is suspected of being the reincarnation of a great power. He

has extraordinary strength, masters the mysterious Zixiao Nirvana method, and can kill golden elixirs during the foundation-building period as easily as slaughtering chickens and dogs.

He was proud and proud, and he had set three great aspirations.

The first ambition is to “kill all the demons and monsters in the world and restore a peaceful world to the world.”

“Now it seems that Senior Brother Zhang has not only lived from ancient times to the present, but may have even achieved his first ambition.”

Recalling Zhang Qianmo’s words, “The evil heretic dares to come out to die”, combined with the inheritance Ye Feipeng obtained In my memory, monsters and beasts all over the world fled for their lives in a hurry, and now in the world of immortality, monsters and beasts have become extinct.

Li Fan could deduce that all the monsters and demons in the world of immortality should have been killed by Brother Zhang.

Even if they are not completely extinct, they can only hide somewhere and never dare to step into the world of immortality again.

Although Ye Feipeng had extraordinary luck, he awakened his Kunpeng bloodline, and used this as a basis to forcefully swallow Chi Yan.

Obtained the qualification to reach the sky in one step and combine the golden elixir with the Tao.

But…

misfortune lies where blessing lies, and blessing lies where misfortune lies.

Also because of the bloodline of the monster Kunpeng, he attracted Zhang Qianmo’s attention.

In order to be able to swallow up Chi Yan and Zhang Zhiliang in one go.

The little fat man Ye Feipeng must be able to maximize the power of Kunpeng’s bloodline in his body.

There must have been help from Cang Haizhu, which made him almost exactly like the ancient monster Kunpeng.

Only then was he mercilessly killed by Senior Brother Zhang.

Kunpeng’s triumphant chirp seemed to still be echoing in his ears.

Another question couldn’t help but arise in Li Fan’s mind, what kind of cultivation level does Senior Brother Zhang have now?

Hedao, or the Immortal Lord?

At the moment when Kunpeng appeared, Zhang Qianmo’s figure did not appear in time.

After the alien beast completed the action of devouring the red flames, it was about to escape far away.

Zhang Qianmo arrived late at the last moment.

After Ye Feipeng swallowed the red flame, he got carried away and screamed.

Instead, he ran away directly.

Will Zhang Qianmo’s blow be avoided?

And survived?

The face of little fat man Ye Feipeng appeared in front of his eyes, and Li Fan couldn’t help but shook his head slightly.

“Knowing that there is such a god of death in the world, who is targeting monsters, Kunpeng, who was saved by the ancestors of the Ye family, still chose to transfer his blood essence to mortals…” “Hmph, it seems

not. What good intentions can you have?”

“People who are not of my race must have different intentions.”

“Senior Brother Zhang, you did a good job!”

Li Fan sighed in his heart and frowned slightly.

He remembered that Zhang Qianmo’s voice seemed to be composed of two overlapping voices.

One is his original voice.

The other voice was a childish voice.

“Wu Chi’er, the reincarnation of the Great Power, the Purple Thunder…”

Li Fan narrowed his eyes, and a past event couldn’t help but come to mind.

When he first killed Sikong Yi, the successor of the Stealing Heaven and Changing the Sun Sect.

He learned how Sikong Yi’s cheap master, Sikong Bo, escaped to Cong Yunhai through the two remnant souls in the order of stealing the sky and changing the day.

At that time, Sikong Bo wanted to refine a clone, and accidentally met a little baby with extraordinary talent and extraordinary luck in a deserted mountain village.

He wanted to steal the little baby’s essence and blood, but was a little depressed to find that a Nascent Soul monk was also interested in the little baby.

The body is transformed into a strange object, ready to seize the body at any time.

Sikong Bo and the Nascent Soul cultivator had a great battle, and both sides suffered losses.

But this little doll suddenly appeared and without saying a word, directly refined the Nascent Soul cultivator.

Sikong Bo ran away, but Xiaowa was very familiar with the method of stealing the sky and exchanging the sun.

No matter what, you can’t get rid of it.

In desperation, in order to survive, Sikong Bo had no choice but to release all the remaining souls in the order of stealing the sky and changing the day.

Although he managed to escape with his life, the souls of the ancestors of all generations were all destroyed by a purple thunderbolt that fell from the sky.

…

“That little kid that Sikong Bo met back then was Senior Brother Zhang?”

“Is he also a Wu Chier?”

Li Fan, the Wu Chier, had read information about him before in Tianyu Prefecture.

He is a six or seven-year-old child who is obsessed with martial arts and likes to compete with others.

However, his fighting power is astonishing. It is said that he is only at the level of Nascent Soul, but he is almost invincible at the same level.

He can even compete with the God Transformation monks.

At that time, Li Fan did not connect this person with the little doll in Sikong Bo’s memory.

I never thought that he would be the reincarnation of Zhang Qianmo.

“No, the power of the divine thunder that struck Kunpeng to death just now cannot be achieved by Yuanying’s cultivation level.”

“What kind of magical power is Senior Brother Zhang practicing?”

While Li Fan was thinking, the monk next to him exclaimed. The sound interrupted him.

“Look! Zhang Zhiliang is still alive.”

“Chi Yan! Chi Yan is here too!”

Li Fan suddenly looked up and saw the place where Kunpeng’s body was burned in mid-air.

Zhang Zhiliang’s somewhat embarrassed figure did not know when he would appear again.

Not far away, Chi Yan stood opposite him, and the fire shadow danced.

(End of chapter)