The jade-faced man was stunned, holding the black flag in his hand and looking at Lu Fan blankly.
But my heart is turbulent...
Nothing happened?
How can this be!
The soul-calling flag has infinite strange power. With a little infusion of zhenqi, with a single wave, even a strong martial artist will have three souls and two souls taken away in an instant. However, Lu Fan in front of him seems to have no influence at all.
No?
"Come again!"
He took a deep breath, suddenly put his index finger into his mouth, bit it hard with his teeth, only to see blood flowing out, and slid it hard on the Soul Calling Flag!
"Lu Fan, be careful. He is using the blood from his fingertips to activate the soul-calling banner with a power that cannot be mobilized by his own strength. He is going to be cruel to you this time. Don't take it lightly!"
Qi Qianming's deep warning sounded in Lu Fan's ears.
He looked back and saw Qi Qianming standing in the crowd, his lips not moving, obviously using secret room sound transmission.
"Come here!"
The next second, the jade-faced man's roar shook the air!
Lu Fan suddenly looked back. Before he could clearly see the movements of the jade-faced man, an extremely strong sinister wind swept across the world and enveloped him.
This cold wind came so suddenly that Lu Fan didn't even feel the cold breath. He felt as if he was in an ice cellar, and the temperature of the air around his body suddenly dropped to zero.
The world suddenly became quiet.
Lu Fan frowned and looked around.
I found that I seemed to be standing in an independent space at this moment.
He could see the people outside, or to be precise, he could see their shadows.
He stood in the center of the courtyard, and his surroundings seemed to be blocked by a thin film. The figures of the people outside were shadowy, their auras were weird, and they didn't look real...
In Lu Fan's mind, a strange idea suddenly emerged at this moment.
These shadows are not people, but the souls of those people...
"Why do you think this way?"
Lu Fan lowered his head and muttered to himself.
He didn't feel any murderous intent, but this feeling of being completely isolated from the world made him slightly uncomfortable.
"Are you trying to play psychological attacks again?"
Lu Fan waited for a moment, then easily suppressed the restlessness deep in his heart, and a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
But this time in the outside world.
Everyone can clearly see that just now, after the jade-faced man wiped blood from his fingertips on the soul-calling flag and waved it vigorously, Lu Fan's figure was instantly shrouded in a coldness, and everyone could see it.
His figure, reflected by the cold wind, seemed to have turned into a shadow in a funny mirror...
Sometimes it fluctuates, sometimes it twists, sometimes its arms and legs stretch, sometimes it turns into a big-headed ghost with a slender neck and a huge head...
"This, what is this?"
There was a look of fear on the face of a warrior, "I, why do I feel that this doesn't look like a human being? Could it be that these are Lu Fan's three souls and seven souls, which were hooked by overseas monks?"
At this time, not only him, but everyone present looked at the strange shadows in the coldness and felt that the person standing inside was not a person, but some kind of monster.
"It's a little strange."
Qi Qianming frowned the most. As the deputy sect leader of the Thousand Kills Sect and the strength of the Great Mystic Master, he could tell at a glance that the Yin Feng was not normal, and the strange shadows in the Yin Feng made it easy for him to associate