The smoke dissipated, the gravel fell to the ground, and a huge deep pit appeared on the top of the mountain.

Tang Fan and the purple-robed Taoist were both lying at the bottom of the pit and were seriously injured.

Tang Fan was slightly better than the purple-robed Taoist. Although his cultivation level was low and Bi Hanyi was cut into pieces by Zi Yan, he still protected the vital points.

Although the purple-robed Taoist had a late-stage cultivation level in the Killing Pill, the power of the Dragon Emperor was too strong, and he had no chance of life left.

If Tang Fan had not had enough cultivation and could not fully exert the power of the dragon claw, the purple-robed Taoist would have died.

Tang Fan opened his eyes first, turned his head to look at the dying purple-robed Taoist. He wanted to take out his weapon to kill him, but his cultivation was exhausted and he couldn't even open the Qiankun bag.

"Old guy, I will bite you to death even if I bite you!"

Tang Fan slowly moved his body, and at this moment, the purple-robed Taoist opened his eyes.

His bone meridians were broken in many places, and his internal organs were hit hard. When he opened his mouth, he sprayed out a large mouthful of blood, which were mixed with fragments of the internal organs.

"Tang Fan!"

The purple-robed Taoist had a ferocious face. He never expected that a foundation-building monk could hurt him to this point.

He struggled to get up, but his body was weak and could only move slowly like Tang Fan.

Tang Fan saw that he had woken up and was unwilling to waste any effort to speak.

He had a sudden inspiration and lay there and stopped moving.

"Tang Fan, today, you will definitely die at my hands!"

Seeing that Tang Fan stopped moving, the Taoist in purple robe tried his best to speed up the speed.

It’s not that Tang Fan has no strength, but is secretly running the Tailing Yiqi Sutra to regulate his body.

He wanted to give him a fatal blow when the purple-robed Taoist crawled over.

The purple-robed Taoist gritted his teeth and persevered, and finally climbed to Tang Fan's side.

"ah!"

He shouted, raised his hand and grabbed Tang Fan's neck.

"Old guy, you can't kill me!"

Tang Fan's purple eyes flashed, and at this moment he opened the Qiankun bag and took out the black parasol.

He poked the black parasol on the purple-robed Taoist's body. The purple-robed Taoist's body trembled, and most of the remaining life was sucked away.

The purple-robed Taoist screamed and fell to the side.

Tang Fan got a breath, took out the Soul-Devouring Cauldron and threw it hard on his head.

The Soul-Devouring Cauldron emitted a faint light, and instantly enveloped the purple-robed Taoist.

"No...no, I'm not willing to give up..."

The purple-robed Taoist wailed, and the feeling of being sucked away by the soul was so uncomfortable.

"Old guy, it's too late to regret it. Who told you to provoke me!"

Tang Fan gritted his teeth and controlled the Soul-Devouring Cauldron, but the Soul-Devouring Cauldron was shaking, and his cultivation could no longer be supported.

Finally, the purple-robed Taoist screamed and died.

"call……"

Tang Fan completely collapsed on the ground, and the Soul-Devouring Cauldron fell aside, but he had no strength to take it back.

Tang Fan tried his best, closed his eyes and did not know the situation.

From a distance, two corpses seemed to be lying in the deep pit.

...

"What, you said Tang Fan was dead? This is impossible!"

After hearing the report from his subordinates, Ye Mingdao stood up in shock.

The subordinate said: "Director, it's true that Tang Fan met a master, and the two died together. It is said that the scene is very tragic, and there is no good place on them..."

"I still don't believe it unless I see it with my own eyes!"

Ye Mingdao frowned and asked again: "Is his funeral in Shuangjing Mountain?"

"Yes, it's in Shuangjing Mountain."

"Let's go now!"

Ye Mingdao raised his foot and was about to leave when his cell phone rang.

He picked it up and saw that it was Ye Qing, the head of the Ye family in Jiangbei.

"Elder Mingdao, have you received the news? The task assigned to us by the headquarters has been completed. I hope you can keep your promise!"

After hearing Ye Qing's words, Ye Mingdao was stunned for a moment and asked, "Did Tang Fan be killed by the people you sent?"

"Yes, I spent 10 billion US dollars for this!"

"Ye Qing, if Tang Fan is indeed dead, I will give you 20 billion US dollars!"

Ye Mingdao smiled slightly and then said, "But I want to confirm that Tang Fan is really dead!"

"Haha, he can't die anymore. Ye Mei has already gone to see it!"

"really?"

"If you don't believe it, go and see it yourself!"

Ye Qing hung up the phone impatiently.

"Is it... true?"

Ye Mingdao smiled and immediately rushed to Shuangjing Mountain with his subordinates.

Ye Qing glanced at Ye Mei in front of him and asked, "Is he really dead?"

Ye Mei said expressionlessly: "I don't believe it either, but he is indeed dead."

"Taoist Ziyu is dead too?"

"Well, it seems they should die together..."

"Oh, what a pity!"

Ye Qing shook his head, then smiled bitterly, "However, this may not be a bad thing for our Ye family. It seems that I still overestimate Tang Fan!"

Ye Mei moved her mouth and wanted to speak but stopped.

"Xiaomei, what do you want to say?"

"Grandpa, I did see him dead, but...what if he is resurrected?"

"Resurrection? What a joke, how is this possible!"

"I don't know either, I always feel that anything can happen to him..."

Ye Mei shook her head, turned around and walked out.

"Oh, this is a real love!"

Ye Qing sighed, if Tang Fan had not threatened the Ye family, he would really not want to be an enemy of him.

In Shuangjing Mountain, Ye Mingdao and his subordinates were blocked outside the gate.

David Lu and Chen Xingyu stood in front of him, looking at Ye Mingdao as if he was staring at his enemy.

They were more rational, otherwise they would have pounced on them long ago.

"Two guys, I have no malice. I just want to come and see Brother Tang off. You guys let me in."

"Director Ye, you are not welcome here!"

"Ye Ming said, don't force me to do it!"

Chen Xingyu's eyes were spitting fire, and he looked very sad.

He put the Seven Evil Ancient Sword that Tang Fan gave him horizontally in front of him, looking desperate.

"Just you can't stop me!"

Ye Mingdao waved his arms and was about to take action.

"Director Ye, if you don't go to investigate the case, why are you going here to do?"

Dongfang Zhanhu flew over from the mountain and looked at Ye Mingdao with a bad look.

"Director Dongfang, I heard that Tang Fan had an unexpected accident and wanted to come to see him for the last time."

"Hmph, do you still have such kindness?"

Dongfang Zhanhu gritted his teeth and said viciously.

Ye Mingdao said: "Director Dongfang, I don't want to fight with you, so as not to hurt the harmony..."

"Didn't you just want to see if Tang Fan is really dead? Okay, let him see!"
To be continued...