Chapter: 3439

There are ten middle-grade spars in the room, which are being quickly absorbed by Qing Zhenzi. In front of him, there are two holy objects for healing spiritual consciousness.

Originally, they could use fetishes, but they lost too much before, and for a while, they couldn't use fetishes for such excellent Dharma protectors.

"The person in the small courtyard in the back mountain should be in the late stage of Tiancheng. If he makes a move, he will kill him with one blow. The secret method of spiritual consciousness..."

Zhang Han pondered for a while, and with thoughts, he slowly approached the hall.

When he came to the door of the secret room, Zhang Han showed his figure and pushed the door directly to enter.

"seal up!"

As soon as he entered the door, Qing Zhenzi's spiritual consciousness gathered, and Zhang Han cast spells more straightforwardly. The massive spiritual consciousness cooperated with the cards to form a sealing circle to isolate the fluctuations here.

Seeing this, Qing Zhenzi's expression changed drastically, and cold sweat dripped down his face.

The self at the peak of the dungeon realm is no match for him, so how can he talk about himself after the realm has fallen?

"Who are you?"

Looking at the young man with hidden ripples on his face, Qing Zhenzi's expression was full of panic.

But in his heart, he was contemplating the solution quickly, and he had already felt the lines around the periphery. The most important thing was to inform the elder as soon as possible.

This enemy, even the head sect of Fengxue Pavilion rushed here, and it was as if he had entered the land of no one, which was a bit too terrifying.

Qing Zhenzi was not a fool, and even his flustered expression was deliberately shown, a little frightened in his heart, but he did not lose his composure.

'The only way is to inform the Seventh Elder in the back mountain, delay the time, and brew the meteor fruit. In thirty seconds, I will be able to break the seal. After resisting for three seconds, the Seventh Elder will come. Once he comes, no matter what is in front of him Whoever it is will surely die! '

Qing Zhenzi had a decision in his mind, but he was walking on the verge of life and death at this moment, and his heart became more and more nervous.

"You once said that I hurt your parents. I don't know who your parents are? There may be hidden secrets that you don't know. It is rumored that you are a disciple of the Black and White House. If it is true, then you should not shoot me. Pavilion Master Xue has a very good relationship with the previous disciples of the Black and White House, and I think you should consider it if you don’t look at the monk’s face to see the Buddha’s face."

As soon as he started to speak, seeing that the other party wanted to hear, he slowed down his speech. Twenty seconds passed after he finished speaking.

"Ten seconds left..."

At the moment of getting more and more tense, Qing Zhenzi became calmer and concentrated on the countdown.

"Nine seconds, eight seconds, seven seconds..."

In the sixth second, Zhang Han chuckled and said lightly:

"I'm not a black and white person."

Crash!

The ripples on Zhang Han's face dissipated.

"Are you...?" Qing Zhenzi pretended to hesitate.

He has already recognized Zhang Han, the top management of Fengxue Pavilion, basically everyone knows Zhang Hanyang.

But Qing Zhenzi needs time.

Zhang Han didn't speak, and looked at him with a little playfulness.

"Three seconds, two seconds, one second!"