"Anyway, your family is in my hands, so I still have the initiative!"
The black robe glanced at the direction where Ye Fan was blown away, said bitterly, and then disappeared in place with the black wind under his feet.
Ye Fan waited for a long time and found that the breath of the black robe never appeared, so he relaxed and healed his wounds.
If this divine wind of Samadhi blows into the eyes, even the great gods will not be able to cure them.
Fortunately, Ye Fan is not an ordinary fairy, he has very rich experiences.
Ye Fan was once the head of the male immortals, named Donghua Emperor. Together with the Queen Mother of the West, he was in charge of the male and female immortal classes respectively.
Later, he became a disciple of Saint Taiqing and became the famous Eight Immortals. Even the leader of Tongtian Cult suffered losses at his hands.
This time, the Heaven-Destroying Catastrophe was selected by Hongjun, who used his great magical power to break the time and space barrier and teleport here in order to integrate the Pangu godhead and destroy the demon god.
Although he didn't understand the method of treating Samadhi Kamikaze, his years of experience still allowed him to think of a solution.
Since it hurts your eyes, just don't do it.
Ye Fan gritted his teeth, bent one hand into a claw shape, and dug his eyes resolutely.
He actually gouged out the damaged eyes, removed the rotten flesh, and then used his magic power to grow a new pair of eyes.
The whole process was very cruel, but Ye Fan's performance was very calm.
Ten minutes later, a pair of new eyes appeared. His eyes quickly adapted to the light, and then he flew towards the place where the black robe landed.
There is still a faint smell of "Samadhi Divine Wind" in the air, but the black robe has long since disappeared.
Ye Fan frowned, he looked at the spiritual sword in his hand, then pinched it and used the "Art of Cause and Effect".
"The art of cause and effect" is a special skill of Buddhism. Ye Fan only has a superficial understanding of it, but for him, the superficial knowledge is enough.
The spirit sword was stained with the blood and flesh of the black robe. Ye Fan tore off a piece of clothing from his body and wiped the blood and flesh completely off the spirit sword.
Then fold the piece of clothing in half into the shape of a raven and place it on the ground.
He bit the tip of his middle finger, and a trail of blood dripped from his fingertip on the clothes that were shaped like flying crows. He only heard Ye Fan shout:
"Change!"
As soon as the word "bian" was uttered, an incredible scene appeared instantly. The clothes on the ground that looked like flying crows turned into a real crow.
The clear and loud cry of the crow came, and the flying crow rose into the sky and shot out like a flying arrow.
Ye Fan followed Fei Wu slowly.
A few hours later, he arrived at the deepest part of the desert.
The scorching sun was high and the heat wave could cook people to death, but Ye Fan didn't care at all.
"It turns out it's a phantom array. It's really clever. The phantom array is set up here so most people can't see it. It's a pity they met me."
Ye Fan took out the Heavenly Spiritual Sword and slashed it casually, and suddenly a beam of light shot out.
Only a loud bang was heard, and the entire illusory formation was broken, revealing its true form.
It turned out to be an oasis. The oasis was not big, but it built a city.
Before Ye Fan walked inside, he heard an angry roar:
"Who is it? Dare to destroy my cave? I will skin you and break your bones, extract your soul and make it into a puppet, so that you will never be reincarnated!"
A middle-aged man as thick as a black bear flew out of the city, holding a steel gun in his hand. His eyes were as wide as bull's eyes, and his nose seemed to be spitting fire, indicating the opponent's anger.
The spiritual sword that was coiled around Ye Fan suddenly shot out, and the fight started without saying a word.
The opponent became even more angry and waved the steel spear in his hand like lightning. In a few moments, he actually knocked back the Heavenly Spirit Sword several times.
But the spirit sword did not stagnate at all. Instead, it burst into a burst of dazzling golden light and accelerated again to hit the opponent's head.
"Spare your life!"
The middle-aged man was almost out of his mind, he didn't want to die.
Just as the spirit sword was about to pierce through the big man's head, it suddenly stopped without warning and stopped at a position 0.01 millimeter away from the opponent's head.
In a sense, the spirit sword was already attached to the center of his eyebrows. He could even feel the sinister aura of the Heavenly Spirit Sword, and his back was instantly wet with cold sweat. His whole body felt paralyzed, and his brain was completely blank.
Even though a middle-aged man has dominated the world of cultivation for so many years, he still has trouble calming down.
"Tell me! Where are my family?"
Ye Fan's faint voice sounded, but it was filled with chills. The middle-aged man saw that he had escaped from death. Before he could rejoice, he heard this again and couldn't help but wonder: "How do I know about your family?"
Ye Fan didn't waste any time, he drew a circle in the air and a person appeared, it was a black robe.
"Do you know him?"
The moment he saw the black robe, the middle-aged man was shocked and blurted out: "Venerable in black robe?"
When he looked at Ye Fan again, his eyes showed a clear expression, but for a moment he began to hesitate.
"If you refuse to tell me, then I will have to search for the soul myself!"
As soon as these words came out, the middle-aged man's face changed instantly and turned pale.
To be honest, if he was really being searched for his soul, it would be better to just let Ye Fan kill him with one sword.
Soul-searching tortures a person no less than being cut into pieces with a knife. It would be better to die happily if he or she is killed.
The middle-aged man didn’t want to die, let alone die in such a miserable way, so he quickly said:
"I said, your family is not in my hands, they were captured by the Wudao Demon Sect."
Looking at Ye Fan's increasingly cold eyes, the big man in black robe said quickly:
"But don't worry, they won't be in any danger for the time being. I guarantee it with my life."
"Tell me about the situation of Wuji Demon Sect!"
"The Wuji Demon Sect is one of the four major sects in the world. It is extremely powerful and its leader is a peerless expert at the peak of divine transformation."
As if seeing the disinterested expression on Ye Fan's face, the middle-aged man continued:
"But the reason why Wuji Demon Sect can truly be ranked as the first-class sect in the world is that there is a demon god behind it."
Ye Fan suddenly said: "Do you know Heipao?"
The middle-aged man trembled all over and quickly denied it.
Ye Fan put away the Heavenly Spirit Sword, then moved his joints, looked at the black-robed man and said word by word:
"big!!!"
The middle-aged man was stared at by Ye Fan and his whole body shivered, but he was stunned when he heard the sudden word "big" coming out of Ye Fan's mouth.
But soon, his eyes suddenly popped up, and he seemed to have discovered something extraordinary. It turned out that Ye Fan had actually grown bigger out of thin air.
Before he could say anything, Ye Fan continued: "Big!!"
Then, Ye Fan's body was seen growing in size at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it was much more obvious than before, almost one meter taller out of thin air.
"The art of wishful thinking?" The middle-aged man was dumbfounded. He himself was only a monk on earth, but he had heard about the power of this spell.
Legend has it that when "Big and Small Ruyi" are refined to perfection, they can move mountains, reach the moon, and overturn rivers and seas.
"big!!!"
The middle-aged man looked up in shock. Ye Fan, who was dozens of meters tall, had arms as thick as a train. He stared at the middle-aged man with one eye. The other man instantly felt a lot of pressure.
"hey-hey!"
Ye Fan smiled solemnly, revealing his gleaming teeth, which could easily grind a buffalo into plasma.
The middle-aged man felt numb all over and said quickly: "I really don't know anyone in black robe...please spare me! I can't say anything, I will definitely die if I say it, please spare me!"