Chapter: 1765

Suddenly, Zhang Han frowned, and saw a thigh-thick, five-meter-long blue flame splashing out.

"Fourth-order blue secluded bamboo!"

Zhang Han's palm suddenly moved, and the spiritual power in his body circulated rapidly, using an amazing magical power.

The hand of Earth Fiend!

Following the movement of Zhang Han's palm, suddenly, a palm that was seven or eight meters high appeared across the sky.

The palm of the hand was pale black gas, constantly churning.

"He, he is going to snatch food from the tiger's mouth???" Su Long was dumbfounded. He didn't expect Zhang Han to be so courageous.

"Hiss! This is really, really scary!" Everyone else was shocked when they saw it.

Under the eyes of people, that palm grabbed Lan Youzhu, swept forward for another ten meters, and caught another streamer, which was a treasure of heaven rank.

Then he pulled it back suddenly, and the connection between the treasure and the hull seemed to be broken, and the two treasures slowly floated in front of Zhang Han.

At this moment.

The giant ship finally had a slight reaction.

I saw a wisp of ink-colored mist stretching towards the hull, like an arm, grabbing Zhang Han's position.

"Oops, it's shot!"

Su Long's face changed drastically, and he felt a trace of monstrous power from the black mist.

And what frightened him even more was that he could feel that this wisp of mist was just the tip of the iceberg of the giant ship, showing a trace of attack instinct.

"What exactly is this?"

Wang Zhanpeng's pupils shrank, and the Shanhe Banner suddenly appeared in his hand, and he was muttering words. Suddenly, the Shanhe Banner was windless, and streamers of light burst out, forming a faint light 20 meters away in front of Zhang Han and Zi Yan. Golden shield.

Everyone knows that this giant ship is a thing of the yin system, and what he uses is the guardian array of the yang system.

But who would have thought that when the wisp of mist touched the light wave, it seemed to open its mouth wide open, and the energy of the formation was absorbed in less than a breath.

At this time, Lan Youzhu and the treasure were only three meters away from Zhang Han.

Both parties are pulling, Zhang Han wants to keep this treasure, and the unconscious energy of the giant ship is absorbing the treasure.

"interesting!"

Suddenly, Zhang Han said.

His eyes flickered, and his right hand suddenly slapped forward.

The spiritual consciousness in the sea of ​​consciousness and more than half of the spiritual power in the body gathered in the palm of the hand, and the right fingers quickly touched a few times to pinch a formula.

Qing Mingyin!

I saw a stream of energy continuously gathering in front of Zhang Han, forming a green imprint of a person five meters away, like complex traditional characters, and like a strange pattern, as soon as the imprint came out.

Everyone present felt the trembling from the soul.

"This, what kind of move is this?" Su Long's facial expression was stiff on the spot.