However, this breath is very subtle and almost impossible to detect.
It's like most of it was cut off halfway through.
This situation just shows that Wang Fan’s current situation is not optimistic!
Maybe he has fallen into a desperate situation!
However, with this breath that has been cut off most of the time, it is impossible to directly lock Wang Fan’s position.
Fang Yu frowned, lowered his head, and began to ponder.
Soon, he thought of a solution.
...
"Wang Fan, it must have taken you many years to gather among these 50,000 human races, right?" Beidu Shangxian looked at the picture inside the light curtain, smiled, and said, "Look at the faces of these 50,000 ants, how innocent they are... If they don't explain, even if they die today, they will not know how they died."
Wang Fan stared at the light curtain, gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and his whole body tensed together!
Damn it!
How did the gods find these 50,000 famous human races!?
This is his most secret stronghold!
The more than 50,000 famous people gathered inside were sent in one by one over the years!
During these 100,000 years of escape and running, Wang Fan not only repeated the matter of saving the human race and selling it to be a slave, but also wanted to leave some hope!
In that stronghold... all the human races he thought were more talented in cultivation and had a certain degree of enthusiasm!
Wang Fan hopes that among this group of human races, a supreme level strong man can appear and revive the human race in the future!
Because he knew very well that his life might end suddenly at some point in time and was completely unpredictable.
So, he must leave the fire.
These more than 50,000 celebrities are the spark that rekindles hope!
In order to ensure their safety, after building that stronghold, Wang Fan almost never went there with his true identity!
But...now, this stronghold is still exposed.
Still discovered by the gods!
Wang Fan's breathing is rapid.
He tried to remain calm.
But now this situation makes it really difficult for him to calm down!
what to do!?
He was surrounded, and more than 50,000 famous people in his stronghold were also trapped in desperate situations!
Wang Fan stared at the light curtain ahead.
Inside the light curtain, the group of monks in black robes were already attacking the many human races who were kneeling on the ground and frightened!
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Two monks in black robe grabbed one of the male cultivators and grabbed him in front of the picture.
The male cultivator had been beaten beyond recognition, his face was covered in blood, and his whole body was trembling.
Two monks in black robe pressed him to kneel on the ground.
At this time, a male cultivator next to him walked into the screen.
He smiled coldly, bowed to the scene with a fist and bowed.
It’s Chen Qian'an!
"I have seen two immortals, Chen Qian'an, who is a little deacon in the heart pavilion." Chen Qian'an in the picture bent down and bowed, saying, "Master Yuanyu Pavilion, I know you are here too."
After the salute, he retreated to the rear.
"KaKaKa..."
At this time, the human monk was already trampled on his face and his limbs were twitching.
“Ahhhh…”
His screams were quite shrill.
And behind him, there were also many human cries.
"Don't kill us, don't kill us, we are willing to be slaves, we will not go against you, let us go..."
Many human races cried and begged for mercy.
However, many human races have been killed by black-robed monks!
The monks in black robe were like playing with them, cutting off their limbs one by one with swords and finally beheading them!!