Qin Fan, who was sitting alone in the carriage, murmured to himself that the sun was shining brightly outside, perhaps because it had rained a few days ago and the air was a little dry.
The grass branches on both sides of the path were still standing tenaciously, and the rustling sounds came from the depths of the jungle, becoming increasingly clear. It was someone walking slowly forward on the grass branches.
Not just one person, but ten people, at least a hundred people.
Qin Fan looked through the door curtain and saw figures vaguely appearing in front of him.
The disciples of Ten Thousand Poison Palace were always dressed in dark green robes, with half of their faces covered by wide hoods. They were very quiet, but kept approaching cautiously.
As the footsteps on both sides continued to intensify, the disciples of the Underworld Cult also appeared one by one. Their most iconic dress was the coffin behind them.
In addition, under the sunlight, the already too fair skin of these disciples appears even paler. This is a kind of whiteness that is similar to that of a dead person, and is unhealthy.
They continued to move forward step by step in silence.
"Three hundred meters."
Qin Fan's voice was very soft, but in this unusually quiet environment, it stood out extremely clearly.
It was also because of these three simple words that the two sects of disciples who were already surrounding him froze at the same time.
They knew very well who they were facing. It was Qin Fan, who was rumored to be incapable of tying a chicken and who was about to die soon. He was also the owner of Wuyou Villa, who had directly caused his two factions to lose four Xiantian realm masters not long ago.
These contradictory identities are not conflicting in one person, so the caution shown by these hundreds of disciples is understandable.
Everyone still didn't make a sound, just stood there as if waiting quietly.
After a few breaths, a disciple of Ten Thousand Poison Palace took the first step. After confirming that there was no problem, the suppressed footsteps began to sound one after another.
"At this distance, you could throw some poisonous needles or release poisonous smoke to test, but you didn't do this. It seems that the plan for me is to capture me alive as the first priority."
Qin Fan shook his head helplessly, but his words to himself did not stop everyone's pace like before, but instead vaguely accelerated a lot.
"Two hundred meters."
It was three short words again. Because he couldn't get a response, Qin Fan felt a little bored and continued to ask tentatively:
"In this situation, I have no chance of survival. Logically speaking, shouldn't someone jump out and ridicule me, or at least show some attitude?
That is to say, the reason for capturing him alive is probably to use my identity or to pry some information out of my mouth."
Still silent, at this moment these disciples showed the discipline of the famous sect. Of course, they may also be afraid or unable to respond.
"There are indeed many secrets in my body. These secrets can even enable a new martial artist to directly enter the innate realm. Aren't you really curious?"
At this time, there were no longer simple footsteps, but increasingly rapid breathing. In addition to the disciples who surrounded Qin Fan in the first circle, another group of vague figures appeared behind him.
Inexplicably, the pace of these disciples' progress slowed down a lot, and Qin Fan couldn't observe the changes in Wandu Palace's eyes with his hood covering the upper half of his face.
But the eyes of those pale-faced disciples of the Underworld Corpse Cult gradually revealed a hint of wavering.
Even though they knew that this statement might be a lie, they thought of the strict orders from the Ten Thousand Poison Palace and the Xiantian realm masters of the Underworld Cult to capture Qin Fan alive.
But he cannot be harmed in the slightest, and even in order to take care of his weak constitution, some ordinary smoke cannot be used, lest he accidentally kills him.
Naturally, these disciples had a lot of confusion in their hearts, and at the same time they also had a little bit of caution.
However, no one responded to Qin Fan first, but the atmosphere around him began to become a little subtle.
"It seems that none of you can make the decision."
Qin Fan's tone changed a bit at this time. Before, he seemed like a poor guy struggling to survive, trying hard to hold on to a glimmer of life.
Now he is so indifferent that he has no emotion at all, as if all his patience has been exhausted, and he is even too lazy to hide it anymore.
"One hundred meters."
The three words that followed caused the two disciples closest to Qin Fan to stop at the same time.
Some of the disciples at the back were still thinking about the reason for Qin Fan's change of tone. When they noticed the sudden stop of the disciple walking in front, they couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.
Then they quickly understood why those disciples were motionless, and under the scorching sunshine, several people had begun to tremble, and drops of sweat fell from their foreheads, necks, and every part of their bodies to the dry earth!
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock.
One person, ten people, or a hundred people fully explain what it means to sweat like rain, but their expressions are more exciting than the sweat that keeps leaking out.
A uniform look of terror filled his face, and his body even began to tremble uncontrollably due to excessive fear!
At this moment, the small carriage in front of them is like the door to the underworld. The rich death energy turns into the palm of Yama and holds their hearts. It only takes a slight force to make them sink into hell.
!
In the carriage, Qin Fan closed his eyes tightly, and a tyrannical spiritual coercion enveloped all directions, but it was different from ordinary spiritual coercion. It was mixed with the true meaning of his martial arts, Death Realm (Void)!
Qin Fan has always felt that the true meaning of this martial art is provocation or used only by evil people. After all, he has only used it three times in total, and the results were always unforgettable for him.
The first time was against Li Xunhuan. At that time, he was not yet familiar with the true meaning of martial arts. The other party sent him away with a knife, which made him even lack understanding of the true meaning of martial arts.
The second time was when he was experimenting on Feng Mo, and then a sudden strike of sword energy almost cut him in half along with the house behind him.
At that time, Feng Mo said that when a warrior feels fear, he will crush it with his fists, so Qin Fan's true meaning of martial arts is like a living target.
Facing an expert who is stronger than him, he is likely to be defeated by a sudden attack from the opponent.
The former Qin Fan also secretly knew that there was a slight pitfall in the true meaning of martial arts, but he and Feng Mo seemed to have overlooked one point. The definition of a warrior was what Feng Mo said based on his own understanding.
And how many people in this world are like Feng Mo, who face fear directly when they face it for the first time. Perhaps masters above the innate realm can reach this step in terms of state of mind.
However, experts above the Xiantian realm also represent great masters. Looking at the entire world, there are only so many of them.
As for the third time when he faced Mo Yunlan, through a counter-ambush, Qin Fan had planted the seeds of fear in his heart, and the subsequent process turned this fear into despair.
In addition, the nine-turn maze arranged by Xia Jinyu completely covered Qin Fan's traces. Mo Yunlan wanted to crush the swelling despair, but there was nothing she could do. In the end, she could only suffer under Qin Fan's sword.
This third time proved that the death domain (virtual) combined with his own Xiao Qin's flying knife will increase his combat power infinitely, but the prerequisite is that he can withstand its backlash.
However, after three uses, the full effectiveness of the Dead Domain (Void) has not been developed. Qin Fan is still targeting the Grand Master realm. A strong man who has reached this stage has very few weaknesses, and his state of mind is even more perfect.
This also means that some of the experimental data are simply unreliable, which is why the current scene is happening.
"Now that you've taken the first step, let's all stay."
This voice came clearly to everyone's ears, including some disciples of the two sects who had not yet stepped into the area of Qin Fan's mental pressure.
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These disciples had no idea what was going on. They only saw the hundreds of people who were advancing toward the carriage suddenly stop, and then they seemed to see the most terrifying thing in the world.
Qin Fan's words made them seem to understand something, but still no one retreated. After all, no one had died yet. No one had died, which meant...
boom--!
Among the disciples of the two factions who were standing still and trembling, one of the disciples of the Ten Thousand Poison Palace, who was only in the early stage of the Qi Condensation Realm, suddenly exploded, and the spilled blood splashed onto the faces and bodies of the motionless disciples around him.
They could clearly feel the hot blood sliding down their cheeks and hair. At the same time, this ever-expanding fear seemed to be irrigated by the blood rain and began to grow wildly!
Bang, bang, bang—!
One after another, it seems to have caused a chain reaction, and now this place has truly turned into a bloody death zone!
The disciples of the two factions who were preparing to take a few steps forward suddenly froze in place. At this moment, they deeply felt the feeling of great terror coming.
Especially when he noticed that the disciple beside him was enveloped by spiritual pressure and turned into blood all over the sky within a few breaths, the seeds buried in his heart began to take root and grow!
In the carriage, Qin Fan rubbed his eyebrows. The real effect of this martial arts true meaning was reflected. Just like killing Mo Yunlan, fear is just nourishment and the power to strengthen himself.
Different from the previous use of Xiao Qin's flying knife, this time the force integrated into his own body began to comprehensively increase the range and intensity of his mental power!
In fact, Qin Fan has always thought about a question. There is such a sentence in the introduction of Death Realm (Void).
[For targets who are already timid, integrate the power of stripping away the opponent into yourself, and greatly increase the power of the moves after charging. 】
In fact, warriors who can use Shi must at least reach the Tongmai Realm, so how will this be stripped off if they are to deal with warriors in the Body Tempering Realm and Qi Condensation Realm.
At this moment, Qin Fan has realized that when faced with warriors in these two realms, when the intensity of the dead zone (virtual) reaches an extent that the opponent cannot bear, it will no longer be stripped away but obliterated!
The generation of force is originally driven by the power of spirit combined with the power of qi and blood. For a warrior who cannot do this, his mental power and the power of qi and blood will become the nourishment of fear, and then turn into a ball in the spiritual sea.
A bomb with nowhere to plant it!
Until - bang, everything will be over.
"One, thirteen, one hundred and thirty-two, two hundred and seventy-four, three hundred and ninety-seven..."
Cold numbers spat out from Qin Fan's mouth one by one. He was counting the number of people who died. In addition to some disciples from the two factions who were still hiding behind and hesitated to move forward, there were already 439 Qi Condensation Realm masters who had contributed with their own blood.
This eerie and gorgeous red rain.
For the disciples of the two sects, the indifferent voice seemed to be announcing their death. As the number continued to increase, someone else would die.
Immediate death is actually not scary. What is really scary is waiting helplessly for death to come.
At this moment, the aura of despair began to spread. As Qin Fan's mental power continued to merge into the peeling force and expand, some of the disciples of the two sects who hesitated were also shrouded in the Death Domain (Void)!
Just when Qin Fan was bored and thought that everything would end like this, a voice suddenly rang out from the crowd.
"Everyone, haven't you noticed? Those who died were all disciples in the Qi Condensation Realm, and not one person in the Tongmai Realm was killed or injured. This also means that his strength is far less terrifying than imagined!"
The corners of Qin Fan's mouth raised slightly, with a hint of joy in his smile.
Because he noticed that the man who spoke had already taken the first step. Although beads of sweat were still dripping from his face, his expression was not filled with fear. Instead, his eyes revealed determination.
"your name?"
"The Palace of Ten Thousand Poisons, seal Yuan Chu."
This man named Feng Yuanchu looks very ordinary, the kind you wouldn't find in a pile of people, but he broke through the fear in his heart, and even when he took the heavy steps, it was no longer so difficult.
"Master Qin, thank you for your help, otherwise I would not have broken through to the late stage of Tongmai Realm so quickly."
Feng Yuanchu saluted Qin Fan expressionlessly. His performance also rekindled the hope of some disciples from both factions behind him who were still looking desperate.
Especially for masters in the Tongmai Realm, they soon discovered that this mysterious move was actually far less terrifying than they expected.
Because this mental coercion covers such a wide area, it is destined to have little personal effect on them. As long as they can overcome their fear, they can forcefully break free.
So what they have to do now is to defeat themselves!
"As expected of the Palace of Ten Thousand Poisons, even though it seems like the sun is setting in the sky now, there is still no shortage of geniuses in the palace."
Qin Fan said softly. Seeing that seven people had also overcome their fear and stood behind Feng Yuanchu, approaching him, there was a trace of appreciation in his eyes.
The distance of a hundred meters is very close, only a few dozen steps, but even if they overcome their fear, they are still cautious when walking.
But when I looked at the carriage that was so close, I looked at the two snake horses that were restless and constantly pulling up the dirt on the ground, especially when I made sure that I and the others were not attacked by other people.
Their faces were filled with a hint of complacency and excitement, and Feng Yuanchu was so excited that his breathing began to quicken.
As long as he can capture Qin Fan alive, his first skill is stable. At the same time, it also confirms to him that Qin Fan is a paper tiger, and the terrifying mental pressure is more like a special spiritual magic.
As for his close combat ability, I'm afraid Qin Fan can't even block his three moves!
It is not uncommon for warriors who are seriously partial to science to be seen in the world, so there is nothing surprising.
Until he activated his true energy, a layer of poisonous flames covered his right palm, and his eyes full of murderous intent were fixed on the two snake and lin horses.
"Hey, why do you have to attack the horse?"
Immediately, Feng Yuanchu felt an extreme danger approaching that was far greater than his fear. He subconsciously turned around, and the last thing he saw was the sky full of bloody petals!
Everyone in the field of vision, whether they were able or immobile disciples of both factions, all exploded into scattered red fragments, like a long river of blood flowing down the sky.
And his consciousness completely disappeared at this moment.
He didn't know that the mental coercion Qin Fan had just used was still in the stage of gathering momentum. It was not until his irrational behavior that Qin Fan was able to end the experiment early.
"The remaining few fish that slipped through the net are left to you."