In front of the person in the painting, Chen Fan did not dare to make any mistakes.
With Chen Fan taking the lead, several other Three Flowers Gathering masters, led by Chang Sihai, also came to pay tribute.
The person in the painting waved his hand gently, and then continued to say to Chen Fan, "I really didn't expect that you would actually call him out!"
Chen Fan was stunned.
"Senior, is there anything else I can say about this horn?"
The person in the painting said calmly, "Don't rush to explain, I want to get rid of this scourge before I talk!"
His gaze swept in the direction of Zhang Jiao.
At this time, Zhang Jiao felt a little more vigilant and cautious.
"Who are you?"
Zhang Jiao stared at the soul of the person in the painting alertly and asked coldly.
The person in the painting smiled gently, "Zhang Jiao, do you still remember the 100,000 rebels who were sent to hell by your own hands?"
Zhang Jiao's expression changed suddenly, "What did you say? I don't understand what you are talking about!"
"You will naturally understand what I am saying. Don't try to erase the things you have done!"
The person in the painting continued, "There are also millions of people whose lives are in ruins and corpses litter the fields. How should you face them?"
Without waiting for Zhang Jiao to retort, the man in the painting added, "Also, how many of those soldiers and brothers who fought with you in the north and south lost their lives at your hands!"
"I didn't. My brothers all lost their lives at the hands of those officers and soldiers. I also feel sorry for them. I also avenged them!"
Zhang Jiao retorted angrily, his eyes turned blood red.
On the side, Chen Fan and Chang Sihai, including Zhang Buxuan, Ge Yunfan and others, were all dumbfounded.
Who would have thought that there are so many secrets hidden behind the rise of this extraordinary master Zhang Jiao and Zhang Xian.
There was a trace of worry on Chang Sihai's face, "Fellow Taoist Chen Fan, I have heard the name of this wise master. He used to fight for the interests of the people and had a great reputation. But now according to this senior, how can this person be so good?"
Isn’t he an executioner who thrives on the blood of war?”
Chen Fan pondered for a moment, "Elder Chang, when we fought with Zhang Jiao just now, we should have been able to detect that there was always a trace of blood and evil in Zhang Jiao's skills and spiritual power."
When Chen Fan said this, Chang Sihai couldn't help but frown, "When you say that, it's really like that!"
A master of Three Flowers Gathering on the side agreed, "It must be like this. I was hit by an attack from Zhang Jiao just now, and now the trace of evil power on my shoulder has not been completely dispelled!"
Wow!
A slight whistle.
Everyone's eyes turned towards Zhang Jiao and the person in the painting.
Facing the appearance of Zhang Jiao, the person in the painting did not hold anything back.
The moment Zhang Jiao realized that he was in a critical situation, he launched a counterattack.
Hundreds of yellow turban warriors swarmed toward the man in the painting.
At the same time, a blood mist rose out of the sky, dyeing the entire world a bloody color.
The strong smell of blood filled the surrounding area of Buzhou Mountain.
Even where Chen Fan and the others were, they were affected by this wave of blood.
The person in the painting just waved his hand gently, and countless yellow scarf warriors turned into ashes.
Opposite Zhang Jiao didn't expect that the man in the painting was so powerful.
Realizing that the situation was not good, Zhang Jiao acted neatly and escaped directly into the blood mist, disappearing his figure.
The person in the painting didn't seem to care about Zhang Jiao's escape at all, without any panic. He waved his palms a few times and destroyed countless yellow scarf warriors.
Only then did the palm of his hand suddenly rise.
In an instant, the wind and clouds surged.
A force rose out of thin air, blowing away the blood mist surrounding Buzhou Mountain in an instant and disappearing without a trace.
Further away, Zhang Jue's figure emerged from the dispersing blood mist, fleeing far south of Mount Buzhou. At this time, he had already traveled more than ten miles.
However, the speed of Zhang Jiao is simply out of reach for the person in the painting.
In the blink of an eye, the man in the painting was chasing behind Zhang Jiao.
Before Zhang Jue could raise the nine-section staff in his hand to fight back, the person in the painting extended his big hand and slapped Zhang Jue directly on top of his head.
There was a muffled sound.
A mighty figure in the realm of a real person was slapped to death by the person in the painting.
He died without a sound.
This scene fell into the eyes of Chen Fan and others, and they had a more intuitive understanding of the strength of the people in the painting.
Chen Fan also had some thoughts in his mind. The senior figure in the painting was at least the pinnacle of the Feixian Realm. Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to smash a real person into a pulp with just a raise of his hands, and even his soul would not have time to escape.
Zhang Jiao, who had just been released from the sealed place by Chen Fan, never imagined that just after he was freed from the pain of the seal, he would end up with both body and soul destroyed in the blink of an eye.
Around Buzhou Mountain, the remaining blood mist dissipated, and the people in the painting returned to Chen Fan and others.
At this time, not only Chen Fan, but also everyone looked at the person in the painting. In addition to the deep admiration, there was also a bit of fear and fear in their eyes.
The person in the painting smiled slightly and said, "You can tell by now what the origin of this horn is!"
"I heard you clearly. Fortunately, the fairy revealed the face of this wise master, so we can recognize this person's true face."
"Thank you to the fairy for coming to the rescue. We were able to turn the corner. Otherwise, under the coercion of this horn, we might not be able to escape the fate of death!"
Although the person in the painting is just a soul, his demeanor and appearance are all uniquely beautiful, and he has an aloof temperament, just like an immortal.
What's more, a powerful person who can easily beat Zhang Jiao to death in the realm of real people must be in the realm of flying immortals. There is nothing abrupt about calling him a fairy like this.
The person in the painting smiled and nodded, "In that case, I won't explain any more!"
"Chen Fan, come with me!"
The man in the painting tapped his fingers, said hello, and flew away.
Chen Fan was a little confused about the intention of the person in the painting, but he had nothing to refuse and flew to follow him.
The two of them, one behind the other, arrived at the place where Zhang Jiao was released in front of Buzhou Mountain.
Although most of the entire Buzhou Mountain cave entrance had collapsed due to the unsealing of the seal, some traces were still left behind.
"Fairy, did you have any instructions for bringing me here?"
Chen Fan bowed slightly and asked.
The person in the painting smiled and shook his head, "I can't talk about instructions, but I want to know, when you went in to unlock the seal here, did you see any traces of a spiritual talisman?"
"Spell?"
Chen Fan frowned, he just saw a list of gods made of animal skin.
"Does this talisman have any markings?"
The person in the painting shook his head slightly, "There is no mark, it is just a real-life master. In order to seal Zhang Jiao, he sacrificed his life and turned into a talisman to suppress it at the foot of Buzhou Mountain. If you have a chance, you might as well go in and take a look inside."