The spirit-controlling corpse insect roared for a while, snorting disdain from the end of its nose, then bowed and let Ye Fan get off his back.
"Young Master, the little demon cannot withstand the scorching sun for a long time, and cannot help the young master deal with these Miao people..." The guilty voice of the spirit-controlling zombie worm sounded in Ye Fan's mind.
"It doesn't matter."
Ye Fan smiled faintly, and a force of strength was injected into the body of the spirit-controlling corpse insect.
"You go back to Forbidden Mountain first, and we'll talk about it later if you have anything else."
"yes."
The spirit-controlling corpse insect turned into a light green light and rushed into the inner door of the tomb.
Ye Fan raised his head and looked at the thirteen white ghost Miao people opposite him, grinning: "Let's continue!"
"Damn it, go back!"
The middle-aged man in black robe was secretly startled, turned around and left.
Without the spirit of the Infernal Corpse, they can only use one-third of their strength at most.
The young man before was able to barely withstand their Thirteen Demonic Star Formation with just one person.
Now that the situation has turned around, how could they be his opponents?
"Want to leave?
late!"
Ye Fan narrowed his eyes slightly and picked up a dozen war talismans with his fingertips.
The three Miao people closest to him wanted to escape, but two vines suddenly entangled themselves under their feet, tripping them to the ground.
"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!"
Three wisps of flames came quickly and struck the three Miao people.
"Ah..." The hot flames instantly ignited the three of them. The fire covered their bodies and burned the three of them to charcoal in the blink of an eye.
The screams echoed throughout the mountainside, making everyone feel horrified.
"Retreat quickly, retreat quickly!"
The middle-aged man in black robe didn't dare to stop Ye Fan at all. The strength poured into his legs and he ran down the mountain like flying.
"Hey, did I tell you to leave again?"
Before he could run out of the cemetery, a dark shadow suddenly appeared at the gate.
I saw the young man holding two long swords in his hands, lying across the entrance of the cemetery, blocking the way.
Behind him, there was also a crisp sound of "ding, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong".
Looking sideways, it was Hei Can and Hei Liu, and Hei Yang stopped the rest of his men.
The injuries of these three people have improved a lot, and some wounds have even solidified and scabbed! "This... how is this possible?
!”
The middle-aged man in black robe was shocked.
He never expected that the guy who was already seriously injured would still be able to fight.
Ye Fan grinned, "You idiots, you really think that Black Silkworm is a warrior eight times the limit.
Haha, don’t you think it’s strange?
On the surface, he is eight times the limit, but his combat power is even more powerful than that of ordinary warriors in the Divine Martial Realm.
And I, on the surface, only have a pitiful six times the limit, but killing you is just like playing.
Use your brain, no matter how old you are, you still like to think about things with your butt!"
"Damn it, you are hiding your true realm!"
The middle-aged man in black robe had a ferocious face. He clenched the two long swords in his hands and looked at Ye Fan sharply.
"Dark Demon Slash!"
The sharp sword energy brought up a gust of wind, directly facing Ye Fan.
"Why is the power of this move so much worse than before?"
Ye Fan smiled calmly, raised his sword lightly, and with a flick of his hand, knocked the sword away from the hands of the middle-aged man in black robe.
The huge force made the black-robed middle-aged man's wrist tremble, and a sharp pain spread from his wrist to his entire arm.
It wasn't until this moment that he realized Ye Fan's true strength.
"You...you didn't use your full strength just now?"
The middle-aged man in black robe is frightened.
"Haha, I just avoided it. When did you see me attack?"
Ye Fan turned the long sword in his hand and took a step forward.
"Come on, let me see what else you can do!"
The middle-aged man in black robe quickly backed away and threatened.
"Boy, I... I advise you not to provoke me, Bai Guimiao, otherwise, you will be in infinite fear in the future!"
"moron."
Ye Fan sneered disdainfully, "Bai Gui Miao is nothing! I'll beat you up if I tell you to. If you say another nonsense, believe it or not, I'll chop you up!"
"you!"
The middle-aged man in black robe was horrified. He held the sword tightly with both hands and took a deep breath.
Immediately, he bit the back of his hand, and a black energy suddenly surged in his body, quickly covering the long sword.
"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!"
The middle-aged man in black robe had a ferocious look on his face, the sword in his hand danced like the wind, and he rushed towards Ye Fan with all his strength.
"Black Wind Slash!"
"Hoo! Hoo!"
A strong wind came towards me, and an interested smile appeared on Ye Fan's face.
"It's a bit interesting."
He stomped the ground with his toes and threw out a battle talisman.
"Earth Shield!"
"Crash!"
An earthen wall rose instantly from the ground and stood in front of Ye Fan.
This earthen wall is a foot thick, and its surface exudes a faint yellow luster.
"Tsk, tsk!"
The black whirlwind pierced the earth wall, but it only broke a few small gaps and was unable to break through the earth wall's defense.
The middle-aged man in black robe was forced back by the force of the counterattack. He looked at the earth wall in front of him in shock. His hands were shaking violently and he could no longer hold the hilt of the sword.
"Ding Dong..." The long sword fell to the ground, and he raised his hands tremblingly.
At this time, his tiger's mouth was bloody and bloody, and blood was dripping down his fingertips.
"This is your strongest attack?"
Ye Fan walked out from behind the earth wall calmly and shook his head in disappointment.
He snapped his fingers, and the earth wall collapsed with a crash.
The middle-aged man in black robe had never seen such a move before, and he was so shocked that he could not speak.
"You...who are you?"
"I said before, a dead person has no right to know who I am!"
Ye Fan narrowed his eyes slightly, "I have learned your tricks, now it's my turn to take action."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Fan turned into a black shadow and quickly flew towards the middle-aged man in black robe.
"Whoa!"
A ray of cold light flashed out from the black shadow and hit the heart of the black-robed middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man in black robe could not react at all and could only watch the cold light piercing his heart.
"Da da da da..." Just as the long sword penetrated the middle-aged man in black robe, a figure suddenly appeared in the distance, holding an automatic rifle in his hand, and fired at Ye Fan.
"Pfft!"
Two bullets hit Ye Fan's arm, instantly breaking through his protective force, and blood spurted out.
Ye Fan was shocked and quickly drew his sword to avoid it.
The sword head in his hand only scratched the chest of the black-robed middle-aged man and did not cause him fatal injuries.
The middle-aged man in black robe was extremely happy to have survived the disaster and quickly ran towards the figure.
"Da da da da..." The man hiding in the distance continued to provide cover with fire, so that Ye Fan did not dare to show his head.
He huddled behind a stone monument, with a layer of cold sweat on his forehead.
"Damn it, someone brought a gun in?
!”
Without saying a word, Ye Fan quickly used force to force the bullet out of his arm.
The tingling sensation eroded the nerves, and this long-lost pain made him feel lingering fear.
"Da da da..." The people outside were still shooting at him, and it took a while before they stopped shooting.
Ye Fan spread his mental energy and found that the man and the middle-aged man in black robe had already escaped without a trace.
"You underestimated the enemy."
Ye Fan shook his head and smiled bitterly, withdrew his mental power, turned around and returned to the depths of the cemetery to meet the three black silkworms.