Chapter 362 If I am indifferent, I will not be Fanfan in their hearts
Xia Jisheng was stunned.
The wave of monsters that even he didn't dare to face was wiped out with one punch, without even the remains of the monsters left.
What kind of magical power is this?
What kind of state is this?
Even if my ancestor had boundless magical power, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to do this.
After being shocked, Xia Jisheng came to his senses, fell down from the city wall, walked respectfully to Lin Fan, and said respectfully:
"Senior, the junior is short-sighted, don't be surprised if you hope the senior."
Although his previous attitude was considered kind, his current attitude is even more respectful. In the world of immortal cultivation, strength is indeed respected. As long as the cultivation level is high, everyone will look like a different person.
Hit hard in front of the weak, and be respectful in front of the strong.
This is the world of cultivating immortals, the style of our monks.
"It's okay, I just want to go to Yanyang Sect." Lin Fan said calmly.
"Senior, don't worry, I will definitely show you the way forward."
Xia Jisheng was filled with doubts. His senior's cultivation was earth-shattering and he should be a famous figure in the world of immortality. How could he not know the location of Yanyang Sect? However, he didn't think much about it. His senior came from another continent and didn't know the location of Yanyang Sect.
He was thinking in his mind, why did the senior have to go to Yanyang Sect?
Could it be that he wants to destroy the sect?
But thinking about it, it seems impossible. If the Yanyang Sect was to be destroyed, the senior would definitely not be so friendly to him. After all, who wouldn't know that the ancestor of the Xia family is the elder of the Yanyang Sect.
Outside the east city.
"Go ahead."
The Thirteen Bandit Cultivators of Dongting Lake roared and rushed towards the city. They had heard the movement just now. It was really fierce. It was a wave of monsters with a monster king, it was extremely fierce.
"Grab it, the baby is ours."
"Charge, charge."
The bandit cultivators were completely crazy, their eyes were red, and their minds were filled with those treasures.
Not everyone can resist the temptation of zero-dollar purchases.
The bandit leader of the Thirteen Bandits is called the "Tongtian Bandit" Wang Tianchong by the monks.
His face is thin and his facial features are sinister, especially his eyes, which are as long and thin as lines, making people shudder. Anyone who looks at him will feel as if he has become a prey and is being stared at closely.
The bandit monks rushed to the city, and the monks in the city fled one after another.
Some monks looked at each other calmly and calmly. Although there was no verbal communication, the eyes were enough to convey each other's intentions.
'Brother, one of our own.'
'You can see it.'
The monks in the city looked ferocious and roared ferociously, "Grab it, the treasures are all mine."
This situation is a change of identity.
Everyone has several identities, and it is normal for the environment to change, so there is nothing to make a fuss about.
"Don't grab my storage bag, it's mine."
"Fart, now the horse is mine."
After the bandit cultivators took action, they basically grabbed whatever they saw. Some cultivators were kicked to the ground and were protecting their storage bags. But facing this group of vicious bandit cultivators, they could not protect themselves.
In order to prevent their property from being plundered, the monks who ran the shops could only activate simple formations in the hope of resisting.
Just facing this group of bandit cultivators who attacked in groups.
The formation held up for a moment and then completely shattered.
The bandit cultivators excitedly snatched away everything.
"Those of you who have killed a thousand swords, put it down, put it down for me. This is the result of my hard work all my life." The shopkeeper wailed. Although he had a lot of cultivation, he was faced with this group of red-eyed gangster cultivators.
, and he didn’t dare to fight back.
Otherwise, these bandit cultivators would have to kill him on the spot.
"Get out of here, you're all ours. If I force you further, I'll kill you on the spot."
"Mid-grade magical artifacts. I didn't expect that this store actually has mid-grade magical artifacts. I made a profit, I really made a profit."
"No, this is the treasure of my shop. Put it down, put it down for me."
No matter how hard the shopkeeper begged, the bandit cultivator ignored him at all. Robbery was the fastest way to get rich. Besides, there were many bandit cultivators. Who knows who would know him when he came back after a few years to avoid the limelight.
at this time.
The Thirteen Bandit Cultivators of Dongting Lake, led by the 'Tongtian Bandit' Wang Tianchong, quickly headed towards a shop called 'Tianbao Pavilion'. There were many treasures there. As long as they plundered Tianbao Pavilion, the trip would be worthwhile.
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Thinking of this, Wang Tianchong's blood was already boiling.
However, before reaching Tianbao Pavilion, Wang Tianchong's expression suddenly changed when he saw the situation in front of him.
"how come?"
He didn't expect Xia Jisheng to appear here.
Impossible, the attack of the monster tide will definitely restrict their actions. Even if they want to stop them, they will be powerless. But now the appearance of the other party makes Wang Tianchong feel incredible.
"Wang Tianchong, the Thirteen Bandit Cultivators of Dongting Lake, you have done so many evil things and dared to attract a wave of monsters and beasts to fight for you in the east and west, trying to distract you so that you can successfully plunder. It's a pity that you are not as good as God. Senior Lin is here, how can you
You are allowed to be presumptuous."
Xia Jisheng didn't panic at all. Senior Lin was his backbone. He even thought about how great it would be if Senior Lin could become the ancestor of the Xia family. It would be much better than the ancestor who only knows how to practice in seclusion and not care about worldly affairs.
Wang Tianchong's eyes fell on Lin Fan.
Is that senior?
It should be so. Xia Jisheng can be respectfully accompanied by his side. He is definitely not an idle person.
Unable to sense the opponent's mana fluctuations.
I can't even see through it.
"The wind is tight, call away."
The reason why the Thirteen Bandit Cultivators of Dongting Lake have been able to stand firm for many years and run rampant is not because they are strong, but because they are cautious enough to retreat in time and stop losses immediately when encountering the wrong situation.
"Humph, you can come here whenever you want and leave whenever you want, right?"
Xia Jisheng scolded angrily. In the past, he would have let them leave. After all, they were ruthless people with many methods and were difficult to deal with. Now that there were seniors on the spot, what should he be afraid of?
If there is any problem, the seniors will take action.
"Trapped Immortal Formation."
Xia Jisheng flipped his palm, and four talismans rose into the air, turning into streams of light to block all directions, forming a small formation, temporarily blocking the retreat of the thirteen bandit cultivators.
"Array Master." Wang Tianchong didn't expect that Xia Jisheng was actually an Array Master. As far as he knew, Xia Jisheng was just a monk. When did he become an Array Master?
Xia Jisheng was very proud. There was nothing worth making a fuss about. He thought that after his cultivation reached the foundation building level, he had not been able to make any progress for a long time, so he thought about finding another way. It happened that his ancestor had left a large collection of formations. He took a look at it.
My heart suddenly surged, and I felt that the formation technique was really mysterious.
Spirit Gathering Array.
Enlightenment Formation.
etc.
If you could learn such a formation, wouldn't it be awesome?
After painstaking study and grinding for several years, I failed to learn the Spirit Gathering Formation. Instead, I learned the Immortal Entrapment Formation. However, I had no chance to use it on weekdays and could not show it to others. Now that the Thirteen Bandits of Dongting Lake have mastered it, it has its uses.
The monks in the city were shocked when they saw that Patriarch Xia had used a first-level formation. He was worthy of being Patriarch Xia. He had hidden deep enough and became an array master without saying a word.
In a duel with equal cultivation levels, Chief Xia, who is also an array mage, will definitely have the upper hand.
Lin Fan witnessed the scene in front of him.
It's messy, it's really messy.
He had no intention of getting involved in these trivial matters. The looting and killing in the world of immortality had nothing to do with him. He just wanted to go to the Yanyang Sect as soon as possible, and before he could go to the Yanyang Sect, he needed Xia Jisheng's guidance.
Solve it early and save time.
Xia Jisheng stood up and wanted to fight with the Thirteen Bandit Cultivators, so that the surrounding monks could see that the Xia family's ability to stand firm here was not due to the ancestors of the Xia family, but that if something really happened, the Xia family would definitely rise to the challenge.
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Unfortunately, his idea came to nothing.
Lin Fan grabbed his shoulders and said indifferently: "I'll do it, no need to waste time."
"yes."
Xia Jisheng responded respectfully, and then looked at the monks around him, as if to say, it's not that I don't want to do it, it's that the seniors don't want to waste time.
The Thirteen Bandit Cultivators of Dongting Lake were breaking through the trapped immortal formation. When they saw Lin Fan approaching, they stopped what they were doing and prepared for the formation. Especially Wang Tianchong felt an inexplicable pressure.
The monk who was respectfully called senior by Xia Jisheng approached them with an expressionless face and indifferent eyes.
Illusion?
It's definitely not an illusion.
"Damn, let me try him."
The Flying Squirrel Bandit, one of the Thirteen Bandit Cultivators, sprang out. Three talismans suddenly appeared in front of him. He activated the talismans and instantly turned into three thin thunders and blasted towards Lin Fan.
Lin Fan raised his hand and grabbed the three thin thunders in his palm, closed his fingers, and crushed them directly.
brush!
The flying squirrel bandit's eyes were dazzled.
Lin Fan appeared in front of him dozens of steps away.
Lin Fan raised his hand and slapped the opponent with an expressionless face. Before his palm could reach the opponent, the palm wind had already covered the Flying Squirrel Bandit, tearing him apart and causing pain all over his body. With a bang, the Flying Squirrel Bandit exploded and turned into a pool of blood.
Many monks watching were stunned, as if they had seen a ghost.
The flying squirrel bandit was a monk in the late stage of Qi refining and was definitely a master. Unexpectedly, he was beaten to pieces with just one slap.
Xia Jisheng opened his mouth, hesitated to speak, and finally said slowly: "Senior's palm is really... a return to nature."
At this time, he could not imagine what kind of cultivation this senior Lin had.
Monks in the late stages of Qi refining are like ants.
Crush at will.
I can't see through it, I really can't see through it.
At this time, the twelve remaining members of the Thirteen Bandit Cultivators of Dongting Lake were shocked to see the Flying Squirrel Bandit being suppressed and died tragically on the spot. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, it would be hard to believe it.
Lin Fan had no feelings for the monks in this world. The thirteen bandit cultivators in front of him were evil. It could be seen from their eyes that they did not feel anything wrong when they slapped them into blood.
He really didn't want to waste it on such unimportant things.
Move your feet.
Instantly appeared in front of another bandit cultivator, raised his hand, and dropped it.
boom!
Bloody water fell to the ground.
boom!
boom!
boom!
Lin Fan repeated the same action without giving the opponent any chance to make a move. His palms exploded, and his palms exploded. After a while, only the last one was left, the Tongtian Bandit King Chongtian.
As Lin Fan's eyes fell on Wang Chongtian, he was shocked and shocked.
Wang Chong had never seen such a terrifying monk before. Seeing his accomplices die one by one, he knew that he might not be able to escape death either. In a state of panic, he gritted his teeth and prepared to fight to the death.
A small sword glowing with green light, only the size of a palm, floated beside him.
This is his packaged goods, a high-grade magic weapon.
Even though he is only a monk in the late stage of Qi refining, if he really encounters a monk in the early stage of foundation building, he can fight with them with this treasure.
He fingered the sword formula and activated his magic power. The small blue sword blessed by the magic power became more radiant, and with a hiss, it dragged the residual shadow of the green light and swept towards it.
"Die to me."
Wang Chongtian is well aware of the power of this treasure, the mother-child sword. When the opponent thinks there is only one sword, the child sword will separate and penetrate the opponent's head at a tricky angle.
Thinking of this, he secretly wanted to laugh. It doesn't matter if he has a higher level of cultivation. The world of immortality is all about who is more sinister than who else.
Thinking that he has been around for many years, he has never used any dirty tricks, and he always has no disadvantage.
"What?"
Before he could feel happy, Wang Chongtian was frightened by the scene in front of him.
His top-grade magical weapon, the Flying Sword, was actually held in the opponent's palm.
Before he could react.
There was a click.
The green flying sword was crushed into pieces and fell to the ground into pieces. Wang Chongtian, who was connected by blood to the high-grade magic weapon, was traumatized and couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood.
The look of panic in his eyes overflowed.
That is a top-grade magic weapon...
Plop!
"Senior, please spare my life."
Wang Chongtian knelt down and begged for mercy. He bowed to the ground, "I didn't know that my senior was in front of me, so I offended you. Please forgive me. I'm willing to do anything for my senior. I just want to spare my life."
If he were on Earth and encountered such a bad person, Lin Fan would think of sending him to the Yellow City Prison for reform, but that place no longer exists.
He didn't want to ask any more questions.
I don’t want to say more.
Under Wang Chongtian's horrified gaze, Lin Fan kicked out, and the force of his kick covered him. With a wailing sound, he was instantly torn into pieces, and his body died.
The kick force radiated also tore at the formation.
The trapped fairy formation that was touched was shattered instantly.
With the destruction of the Thirteen Bandit Cultivators in Dongting Lake, the remaining group of bandit cultivators were like a pile of scattered sand. Some were stagnant in place, looking down at the spirit stones they had snatched from their hands.
Before they could plunder much, the thirteen bandit cultivators who led them to plunder were killed. This left them wondering what to do next.
Naturally, there are also smart bandit cultivators who can change their status instantly.
He turned around and rushed towards a confused cultivator who had not yet changed his identity. Without saying a word, he hit him with a powerful attack and knocked him to the ground. He stepped on the opponent's head with his foot, put his hands on his hips, and pointed.
Hold each other.
"You bandits, how dare you be so arrogant? Look at how I can defend the right path."
Then he shouted towards the surroundings.
"Fellow Taoists, go ahead and do your work. Just leave this place to me."
When our cultivators open their eyes and tell lies, their faces don't turn red and their hearts don't beat. If they don't have any shame, they won't be able to survive in such a cruel world of immortality.
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Xia family.
"Senior, please take a seat." Xia Jisheng stayed beside Lin Fan respectfully, and quickly led the senior to his seat. At the same time, he ordered Butler Ma to serve tea, and he must serve the best tea.
A group of monks had already gathered outside the Xia family's door.
They all witnessed Lin Fan kill the Thirteen Bandit Cultivators of Dongting Lake with a raised hand and a raised foot.
Now, Senior Lin was invited to the Xia family by Xia Jisheng, just to hide Senior Lin secretly. This is something they cannot tolerate. According to inquiries, they have learned about the situation.
Senior Lin has nothing to do with the Xia family. He just wanted to ask something, so he came to the Xia family.
If the Xia family can know, they can also know.
If you build a relationship with Senior Lin, gain Senior Lin's respect, and leave behind a little bit of true cultivation knowledge, the rewards will be unimaginable.
The road to cultivating immortality is long and difficult, especially for those casual cultivators who have no inheritance and no masters. They can only overcome various obstacles by groping and constantly trying.
"Fellow Taoists, this mysterious master in front of you is not exclusive to the Xia family!" A casual cultivator raised his arms and shouted, causing everyone to agree.
"But we are all casual cultivators, so how can we get close to him?" Another casual cultivator asked worriedly.
"Wait patiently and persevere, and maybe you will have a chance." Wang Dahai, a casual cultivator who has been practicing for more than thirty years, said with deep feeling, "I am sincerely willing to serve my senior and guard him devoutly."
"Haha, it's ridiculous. You want to serve senior alone? There are so many people, when will it be your turn!" Another monk teased.
"Why are you talking?" Wang Dahai frowned and said, "Wouldn't it be better if there were more people together?"
"Well, what Fellow Daoist Wang said is absolutely true."
The guards at the gate of Xia Mansion were on tenterhooks. A group of casual cultivators gathered here, discussing how the Xia family was doing and how their predecessors were doing, which made them restless and frightened.
In the past, as a guard of the Xia Mansion, I had never seen anyone come to gather and make trouble. Now that so many casual cultivators appeared, they were really intimidated. They were afraid that a conflict would break out. With their cultivation level, they could not be torn apart by these guys.
into pieces.
At this time, Xia Jisheng just wanted to communicate more with Senior Lin, but Senior Lin didn't seem to have any interest in this.
"Senior, this is the map to Yanyang Sect. If senior doesn't mind it, I am willing to use a green boat to send senior there."
Xia Jisheng wanted to be by Lin Fan's side. If the senior felt sorry for him and gave him some benefits, he would definitely take off from where he was. In his opinion, the senior's cultivation level was definitely more than the pill-forming realm.
Could it be the Nascent Soul Realm?
It's impossible.
Those who have reached the Nascent Soul realm are the true overlords of the world of immortality, beings in the ranks of supreme masters.
Thinking of this, Xia Jisheng almost knelt down in front of Lin Fan and shouted, asking the senior to give alms. I, Xia Jisheng, am willing to go through fire and water for the senior.
Lin Fan did not answer the other party's words yet.
Instead, he took the map and looked at it carefully. It was very far away. The so-called Chaozhou seemed to be just a continent, but its scope was extremely vast. The combined territories of a hundred earths might not be as large as one Chaozhou.
"Is Qingzhou fast?" Lin Fan asked.
When Xia Jisheng heard the inquiry, he looked slightly interested and said: "Senior, no one knows that this treasure of Qingzhou is a treasure given to me by the leader of Yanyang Sect after my ancestor cultivated to the realm of pill formation. It is so fast that it can only
While chatting and laughing, the green boat has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains."
My ancestor received the Qingzhou from the headmaster, and scorned it as a useless treasure, so he rewarded it to the Xia family. He thought that it was common for a family to be destroyed in the world of immortality, and there was a way to escape.
The tool is at least more convenient and saves you being caught up.
"too slow."
Lin Fan shook his head, not wanting to waste time on the road, "I can go there by myself if I have a map."
Xia Jisheng was very disappointed. It seemed that he would not be able to accompany his senior. Thinking about it, with his level of cultivation, no magic weapon for traveling could compare with it.
"Senior, please wait a moment."
Xia Jisheng left in a hurry, and when he came back, he had a letter and a token in his hand.
"Senior, the Yanyang Sect of the Immortal Cultivation Sect, please accept this token to avoid being harassed by imps. Just give this letter to me, the ancestor of the Xia family."
It's not like Xia Jisheng has never been to Yanyang Sect. He knows what's going on there better than anyone else.
As the saying goes: It's hard to deal with an imp.
The senior's magic power is restrained, and even he can't feel the slightest bit of magic power from the senior, let alone the Yanyang Sect's gatekeeper. Each one relies on the Yanyang Sect to see the senior who has no power fluctuation, wouldn't it be extremely arrogant.
If he angers senior and destroys Yanyang Sect, then he really won't even have a place to cry.
After all, the ancestor of the Xia family is still the elder of the Yanyang Sect. The Xia family can naturally rely on their ancestors to have such a status.
Even if Xia Jisheng doesn't want to admit it, the fact is the fact.
"Okay, thank you." Lin Fan took the letter and token and nodded.
The token is made of unknown material, and there is a word "Yang" on the surface.
Obviously, this token should be a status symbol of Yanyang Sect.
"Thank you very much. I have too many things to find. When I have the opportunity in the future, I will definitely thank you." Lin Fan said seriously.
He has strong opinions on the will of this world, but the people living in this world are different. There are also good people and bad people.
Maybe Xia Jisheng has a lot on his mind, but if he can help him on his way back to everyone, he will remember it and will never forget it.
"It is the junior's honor to be able to help the seniors."
When Xia Jisheng heard Lin Fan's words, his fiery heart beat even faster. Senior actually said that he would thank me properly in the future. His blood boiled when he heard that. With Senior's ability, when he finished his work, something would leak between his fingers.
, which is enough for him.
Walk out of the living room and come outside.
Xia Jisheng sent him off respectfully, not knowing what kind of magical powers the senior would use.
"Goodbye." Lin Fan said.
"Well done, senior."
boom!
A dull sound came out, and dust rippled on the ground.
"Senior...senior..."
Xia Jisheng rubbed his eyes and looked into the distance. There was no trace of his senior, and he didn't even see his departure. What a magical power this was.
"Senior, you must be a heavenly being."
Xia Jisheng sighed, living in a remote city, unexpectedly meeting such an expert as his senior, he was truly lucky.
In the world of cultivating immortals, in addition to your own strength, you also need to get to know more people. If you are lucky enough to meet a certain big shot or a big monk, and if you really encounter something when you are away from home, let me tell you directly, so-and-so big monk is
Getting acquainted with me can often avoid a vicious battle.
While Xia Jisheng was sighing, Butler Ma hurried over and said, "Clan leader, those casual cultivators outside want to see our seniors, but they can't even drive them away."
Xia Jisheng said leisurely: "The seniors have left, let them go."
He looked at the sky, thinking about his ancestor, hoping that after reading the letter he wrote, he would be more sensible and smart, and not ruin the good relationship he had worked so hard to build.
…
After learning the location of Yanyang Sect, he hurried on the road without any pause. The scenery of mountains and rivers was just passing clouds. He was not in the mood to see these things.
On the road leading to Yanyang Sect, there was a constant roar, like muffled thunder resounding in the air.
Some monks who were resting were trembling with fear when they heard this sound. They didn't know what was going on. They looked up and saw that the space above them was distorted, as if something was passing by and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
They were so frightened that they thought there was a powerful confrontation, and fled here one after another to avoid being affected by the remaining power.
To the powerful monks, they were like ants, inconspicuous and would not even look at them.
According to legend, two Danjie monks once fought against each other. The aftermath destroyed the city and resulted in numerous casualties. In the end, there was no winner or loser, and they disappeared into nothingness. Only the broken city became the victim of their battle.
Crisp green bamboo.
A man sat cross-legged, with a fairy sword suspended in front of him, quietly comprehending the way of the sword.
The surrounding green bamboos seemed to be affected by the opponent's sword skills, and the sharp energy of the green bamboos shot straight into the sky, as if they were about to tear the sky apart.
Sudden.
The man opened his eyes and looked up at the sky, and saw two lights flashing.
"I didn't expect that there would be such a monk in the land of Chaozhou. Now I have been stuck in the late stage of pill formation for more than ten years and have never been able to step into the realm of Nascent Soul. It seems that the chance to become a baby is today."
The man landed on the fairy sword and pointed out the sword formula.
"Chase……"
call out!
The fairy sword rose up and turned into a stream of light that shot straight into the distance.
After a while.
The man stood on the fairy sword, his eyes were extremely confused, and he stared blankly into the distance, unable to regain his consciousness for a long time.
"You're running too fast, aren't you?"
He originally wanted to catch up with the fellow Taoist and then fight with him in order to find a chance to break through, but who would have thought that after chasing him for a long time, he didn't even see his tail.
This situation deeply damaged his heart.
Fortunately, he is a sword cultivator, so his state of mind cannot be affected by such a trivial matter.
"I just learned the art of swordsmanship in the green bamboo forest, why are you here?"
"I don't know, Shen Shen Nao Nao, continue to learn the sword."
The man stepped back on the original path with the fairy sword, fell into the bamboo forest, and continued to comprehend. As for what happened just now, he had long forgotten.
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"Help, help..."
Lin Fan, who was on his way, felt how strong he was, and could hear even the smallest sounds. He was unwilling to pay attention to these calls for help.
"They also shouted for help at first, but who can save them? Why should I want you to be rescued?"
Lin Fan refused to pay attention and continued on his way.
If in the end, he looks back, if he is really hard-hearted, he may not be the best Uncle Lin in Feifei's heart, or he may not be Professor Xia or the friendly Xiaofan in the hearts of Mr. Wang.
In the wilderness below.
There was an alchemy cauldron standing in front of the three evil cultivators, with blazing flames burning at the bottom. There were many mortals from the world of immortality tied up around them. The cloth bag beside them was bloody, and it was stuffed with the stumps and severed limbs of mortals.
The world of cultivating immortals has sufficient spiritual energy. Mortals cannot practice cultivation because of the problem of spiritual roots. However, with such sufficient spiritual energy, even mortals will make their bodies stronger over time, and their flesh and blood will become more abundant.
For some normal monks, they may not think of this.
At that time, for some evil cultivators, the flesh and blood of mortals was a great tonic. If they were refining elixirs, they could obtain the "human elixir". The human elixir contained spiritual energy and blood, which was a tonic that could enhance the strength of their physical bodies, and even more importantly, their magic power.
It has also been improved.
"If we kidnap all the young men in a village, will that lead to a hunt?"
"Pursuit? How can a mere mortal attract anyone's attention? Let's move from one place to another. Over the years, do you think anyone has chased us?"
"That's true. Our three evil cultivators have some prestige. No casual cultivator with any brains dares to provoke us."
Although they are called the Three Evil Cultivators, their appearance has nothing to do with being handsome. Each of them is uglier than the other. To be honest, their appearance would scare children to death if they went out in the middle of the night.
One of the evil cultivators picked up the sack, opened the lid, and dumped the broken limbs into the sack. Then he threw the sack aside and licked the blood off his fingers, as if tasting it.
It tastes delicious.
Then I added some location materials into the alchemy furnace.
"I asked you, can we not chop mortals to pieces next time? It's really annoying to see these limbs." The evil cultivator who was working complained.
"I know, who asked them to resist?"
"I'll definitely pay attention next time."
They said to pay attention, but none of them paid attention to it. Maybe they would do it again next time. The methods of evil cultivators are more bloody and cruel, and what can be broken is never guaranteed to be intact.
The tied mortals shivered and looked panicked, and some even peed their pants in fear.
suddenly.
There was a roar in the air, and the faces of the three evil cultivators suddenly changed in shock. They thought they were being chased by powerful monks, but when they heard the sound heading into the distance, they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Just when they thought it was okay, there was a roar
They got closer again, but before they could react, a figure fell from the sky and landed firmly on the ground.
"Who is my friend?"
Xiexiu Sanjun was very vigilant.
Lin Fan looked indifferent, glanced at the three evil cultivators, and then at the bound mortal.
Didn't say any more nonsense.
In an instant, he appeared in front of an evil cultivator. He raised his hand and with a click, a talisman on the evil cultivator's body was shattered. Then cracks appeared on his neck, and his head rolled off his neck and fell to the ground, rolling.
His eyes were wide and round, and he would not close his eyes.
"ah?"
The other two evil cultivators were shocked.
brush!
Lin Fan appeared in front of another evil cultivator and saw the evil cultivator's body flying backwards and colliding with the trees in the distance. With a bang, the evil cultivator's body exploded and blood and flesh splattered all over the ground.
"Senior, forgive me..."
boom!
Lin Fan appeared in front of the third evil cultivator, waved his palm and hit the opponent's head in the air, and his blood turned into raindrops and fell on the surrounding plants.
He walked up to a mortal, untied the rope from his body, then looked at them silently, then stood up and continued towards the Yanyang Sect.
After a while, the bound mortals were freed, and they all knelt on the ground and kowtowed in the direction of Lin Fan, thanking the immortal master for saving their lives.
Yanyang Sect.
Lin Fan landed at the foot of the mountain and took out the map. This is where the sect is among the mountains. He looked into the distance. There were no sect buildings there, only green vegetation, but he could feel
There are many monks exuding vigorous vitality there.
It may be some kind of blinding technique used by the Yanyang Sect to block the existence of the sect so that it cannot be seen by the naked eye.
He relied on his senses to step on the ground covered with green plants. As his feet fell, the green plants under his feet disappeared like a phantom, revealing the steps paved with blue bricks. He knew that everything was a deception.
So I walked up the steps step by step, and the surrounding scenery kept changing.
After a while.
He reached a certain location and the truth appeared before him.
A large and magnificent building complex appeared in his sight.