"Mr. Zhang, you see, I have just condensed my soul body. I have almost no abilities and can't harm anyone. I still have a few unfulfilled wishes. Please be kind and give me a few days to complete my unfulfilled wishes."
Fulfill your last wish?" The middle-aged man in blue robe looked at Zhang Fan and begged.
Zhang Fan looked up and down at the middle-aged man with a scrutinizing gaze.
"Mr. Zhang, you can plant a tracking spell on me, so you don't have to worry about me running away or finding me." The middle-aged man in blue robe was afraid that Zhang Fan would not agree, so he quickly added.
"It's useless if I plant a tracking spell on you." Zhang Fan responded calmly.
Hearing Zhang Fan's words, the golden-robed Taoist priest glanced at Zhang Fan with some doubts. In the golden-robed Taoist's view, it was useful to plant tracking spells on the middle-aged man in blue robes.
The middle-aged man in blue robe is of low moral character. Let alone Zhang Fan who planted a tracking spell on him, even if someone from the Xuanmen in the first realm planted a tracking spell on him, the middle-aged man in blue robe
Even ghosts can't break this spell. Zhang Fan planted a tracking spell on the ghost of the middle-aged man in blue robe, and no one can break it. Zhang Fan can find the middle-aged man in blue robe very easily.
"I understand your concerns." At this moment, the ghost of the middle-aged man in blue robe said one after another, "You are afraid that after you cast a tracking spell on me, I will find a friend of mine who is stronger than you to take care of this person."
The spell is lifted, in which case you won't be able to find me.
Among my friends, I am the strongest. If I had powerful friends, with such a big hatred between me and the golden-robed Taoist priest, I would have killed the golden-robed Taoist priest long ago, and I could have left him alive.
Today? If you are worried, you can ask the golden-robed Taoist priest to plant a tracking spell on me. In this way, you should have nothing to worry about."
Then, the ghost of the middle-aged man in blue robe showed a pitiful look, "Mr. Zhang, I just want to fulfill a few of my last wishes, and I hope you can fulfill them."
"Perhaps what you said is true. You are the strongest among all your friends. As long as there is someone stronger than you, or someone with the same strength as you, you will not let the golden-robed Taoist survive to this day. But Jin
It’s useless for Taoist priests to plant tracking spells on you,” Zhang Fan said.
As soon as Zhang Fan said these words, the golden-robed Taoist priest became even more confused. He didn't understand what Zhang Fan meant by saying this. The middle-aged man in blue robes frowned slightly.
"The law enforcement elder is not your friend, he is your leader. He will not help you resolve your personal grudges, but if you ask him for your own matters and it is easy for him, he will probably be a favor.
Moreover, it is said that the law enforcement elder has an altar that can reshape the body of the ghost. Your unfulfilled last wish is to go to the law enforcement elder to create another body for yourself?" Zhang Fan asked in a deep voice.
When he said the last sentence, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a strong murderous intention flashed through them.
As soon as these words came out, the expression of Yin Hun, the middle-aged man in blue robe, suddenly changed, and a flash of shock flashed in his eyes. He did not expect that Zhang Fan even knew about the Nirvana altar in the hands of the law enforcement elder.
Zhang Fan's words revealed the middle-aged man arranged by Lan
In the human mind, in an extremely guilty state, he avoided his eyes and no longer had the courage to look at Zhang Fan.
At the same time, deep in the heart of the middle-aged man in blue robe, a strong fear arose. His trick was exposed by Zhang Fan, and Zhang Fan's anger might break his soul.
At this time, his thinking was still relatively clear. He made a decision immediately. His soul knelt down in front of Zhang Fan and begged: "Mr. Zhang, I was wrong. I shouldn't have played tricks with you. I was confused for a moment.
I just did something like that. You don’t care about the faults of others. Just let me go. Please, please..."
The middle-aged man in blue robe kowtowed to Zhang Fan as he spoke.
"If you do something wrong, you always have to pay the price." Zhang Fan glanced coldly at the ghost of the middle-aged man in blue robe.
Zhang Fan's original intention was to ask the ghost of the middle-aged man in blue robe some information about the Han Yuan clan, and then he kept his promise and released the ghost of the middle-aged man in blue robe into the underworld. However, who knew that this middle-aged man in blue robe turned out to be a greedy and greedy person?
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"Mr. Zhang..." The ghost of the middle-aged man in blue robe became even more frightened.
As soon as Yinhun, the middle-aged man in blue robe finished speaking, Zhang Fan's big hand filled with the aura of divination fell directly on the top of Yinhun, the middle-aged man in blue robe.
With a muffled sound of "buzz", the soul of the middle-aged man in blue robe cracked from the point of contact with Zhang Fan's big hand, and then spread to the entire soul. Finally, the entire soul exploded and turned into soul energy all over the sky.
, dissipated between heaven and earth.
Seeing this scene in front of him, the golden-robed Taoist priest's pupils shrank slightly.
At this moment, several coughs came from the sofa, "Cough...cough...cough..."
Hearing these coughs, Zhang Fan and the golden-robed Taoist priest instantly turned their gazes in the direction of the sofa, and the sound was made by the golden-robed Taoist priest's son.
I saw the golden-robed Taoist priest walking quickly to his son's side.
"Xiaoyu..." the golden-robed Taoist priest called softly.
Xiaoyu, the son of the golden-robed Taoist priest, moved his eyelids slightly twice, as if he wanted to open them, but a painful expression appeared on his face.
Two minutes later, under the gaze of Zhang Fan and the golden-robed Taoist priest, Xiaoyu finally opened his eyes. After scanning around, he finally fixed his gaze on the golden-robed Taoist priest.
He asked with confusion: "Dad, where are we?"
"In the home of the Hanyuan tribesman who has a grudge against me." The golden-robed Taoist replied.
"Why are we coming to his house? Hasn't he always wanted to kill you?" Under the nervous mood, Xiaoyu's spirit was lifted a little.
"He is already dead." The golden-robed Taoist priest replied, "He can no longer kill me."
Zhang Fan glanced at the father and son and walked outside the villa, leaving time and space to the father and son.
Although Zhang Fan came here to rescue Fang Haoming, in addition to successfully rescuing Fang Haoming, he also gained many other benefits.
He saw the real soul-dwelling technique, and he had his own way to crack it.
He learned that the ferocious evil ghost was a person in the third realm and a powerful cultivation talent of the Hanyuan royal family. Moreover, he also learned that the ferocious evil ghost was doing some unknown things secretly.
As he gets to know the Hanyuan clan better and better, Zhang Fan is under greater pressure. The Hanyuan clan can definitely be called a formidable opponent!