A black cold wind erupted from the palm of the palm collided with the gray knife light.

boom!

A huge energy storm was blowing, and the roof tiles underneath were lifted up layer by layer.

The people who were running away from home were blown to the ground, and there was chaos.

The warriors of Yiluansi were running around the streets and alleys, and they pointed their bows at the sky.

When the energy storm spread, dozens of middle-aged men had already synthesized one. His arms were bloody, but the wounds had already healed. He looked at Zhou Fan with a gloomy face.

His secret technique of dismembering the corpse will be divided into clones, and his strength will also be weakened. In the situation just now, he could only remove the secret technique.

Zhou Fan looked at the middle-aged man in white with a calm expression.

This silence was only a moment, and the middle-aged man in white tried to fly towards the underground market.

Zhou Fan just waved his sword and dozens of gray sword lights shot at the middle-aged man in white.

This is the Taoist art of reincarnation. He is no longer in the realm of immortality, and the power of reincarnation has also increased.

The middle-aged man in white stopped suddenly and a blood mist burst out from his body.

The blood mist intertwined with the gray sword light that was coming from the sky, making a rumbling sound.

Before the blood mist had dissipated, Zhou Fan's figure immediately faded away, and he appeared in an alley in the market.

But when Zhou Fan appeared, the bloody figure also appeared in the alley, and the blood mist in the sky dissipated and it was empty inside.

Zhou Fan slashed at the bloody figure with one sword, and the bloody figure stretched out his palm to slap the Xingshuang Long Sword.

With a bang, the houses on both sides of the alley were turned into dust by the bursting energy.

If the people here had not escaped long ago, they would have died quickly in this attack. Even so, many of the Yiluansi warriors who were approaching here were injured.

Yiluansi was still confused and could not figure out the situation at all. The two fighting people inside were too strong and they could not get involved at all.

Half of Linglongfang turned into ruins, and blood red and gray energy spread out, making the Yiluansi warriors dare not approach. Even the attacking talisman crossbow was not easily launched when the enemy was unknown.

"Zhou Fan, I want to kill you." The bloody figure roared.

Zhou Fan laughed loudly. He guessed who the other party was, and he didn't want the other party to escape from him.

But in this short moment, four figures almost flew from the air one after another and then landed on the ground. The ban on air was only for the security period. Now that such a big thing has happened, of course you don’t have to pay attention to such trivial matters.

The four people are Duanmu Xiaohong, Dongmen Flute and two national masters from all sizes and temples.

The four of them rushed to check when they heard the explosion. They looked at the two people who couldn't see clearly, and their faces changed slightly.

Not far away [Bayi Chinese website www.x81zw.me] More monks were flying over or rushing towards them.

Perhaps it was because they sensed the arrival of the four people, and the two people who had been fighting were about to part with each other.

Zhou Fan laughed and put his knife into the sheath, and his mission was completed.

The middle-aged man in white had a gloomy face, but he never tried to escape again.

"Mr., if I'm not mistaken, this corpse owner, who may be the living dead corpse, Jia Yuan." Zhou Fan said slowly as he looked at the middle-aged man in white.

Even if the strange ghost cultivator who has the strength of the Immortal Realm is different from the image of the Corpse Jia Yuan he has seen before, who else will be besides the Corpse Jia Yuan?

Hearing Zhou Fan say this, the two national masters' faces changed slightly, and they looked at the middle-aged man in white and showed a look of fear.

Dongmen's flute face showed ecstasy expression, "Is it really him?"

If you can catch the corpse Jiayuan, it would be a great contribution.

Duanmu's little red face showed a look of surprise. The appearance of Zi Jiayuan was very varied, so even if he had seen it before, he might not be able to recognize it. But he believed what Zhou Fan said was that Zi Jiayuan was so bold that he came to the mirror.

"Master Dongmen, right or not, just catch it and ask it, don't you know?" Zhou Fan said with a smile.

Dongmen’s flute plays away from Zhou Fan, his subordinate, but who could be so fat, except Dongmen’s flute plays, so Zhou Fan recognized it at a glance.

"You want to catch me too?" Zi Jiayuan said with a cold face.

"Do you think you can still escape?" Duanmu Xiaohong took a step and raised her eyebrows.

Not to mention Duanmu Xiaohong is there, even if Duanmu Xiaohong is not there, the corpse Jiayuan cannot escape.

"Mr., how can you do this thief personally?" Dongmen blew the flute and laughed: "I'll do it."

The meaning of playing the flute in the East Gate is very simple. You are not a person in the officialdom, so it is better to give it to him for catching the corpse Jiayuan.

"I admit that I can't escape, but I won't let you catch me even if I die. Even if I die, I can get at least dozens of people from the yard to bury me." Zi Jiayuan laughed wildly and said, "If you don't believe me, please try it."

His clothes were broken, and his body was full of dense heads struggling. These heads were shrunk several times and embedded in his body, making them look weird.

"Corpse Skull Magic!" The national master of Xiaofo Temple, Monk Huiyuan, was shocked.

This is an extremely evil secret technique of ghost cultivation. Once the practitioner dies, the heads inside will explode one by one, break into countless resentful souls and rage all over the ground. This resentful soul infuses the practitioner's blood and energy, and it is difficult to stop it.

"Amitabha." Huixu, the national master of the Great Buddha Temple, looked slightly dark. "It is rumored that the Living Corpse Lord has practiced this kind of secret technique, but he didn't expect it to be true."

Dongmen's face froze with a smile on his face. He asked himself that he was better than Zi Jiayuan, but his eyes were twitching now and he coughed dryly, "Mr., you'd better do it."

Zhou Fan raised his eyebrows slightly, but he didn't expect it to turn out like this.

The only way now is to stop the corpse Jiayuan and prevent him from dying, but to stop the corpse Jiayuan and prevent him from self-destructing, it will be difficult for them to do it even if they take action together.

If a monk like Zi Jiayuan wants to explode himself, it will only be a matter of one thought.

Duanmu Xiaohong's face also became solemn.

"If you don't have any ability, how dare you come to Jingjiu?" Zi Jiayuan laughed wildly and said, "I don't think you want dozens of people from the yard to bury with me, right?"

"If you don't want to, let me leave."

The monks coming from all over the place were just standing outside, with Duanmu Xiaohong and Yiluansi Dasi playing the flute at the east gate, so naturally they didn't make a sound.

Dongmen was angry and anxious. He finally encountered the opportunity to catch the corpse Jiayuan. Unexpectedly, the corpse Jiayuan actually had such a means, dozens of markets, and it was impossible to evacuate the crowd.

If dozens of yards were destroyed by corpse Jiayuan, it would be too serious.

He looked at Duanmu Xiaohong, hoping that Duanmu Xiaohong would find a solution.

"You can leave, no one will stop you." Duanmu Xiaohong sighed.

Zi Jiayuan formed seals with both hands, and his body scattered with blood mist. As long as the magic is completed, no one can find him. He looked at Zhou Fan and said coldly: "Zhou Fan, I remember the gift of today. I will let the living corpse go to Hanbei Road to give you a big gift."

Although the living corpse was almost destroyed, it finally came to abstain. How could Zi Jiayuan not know about the specific information about the new Hanbei Lord? When he got the news, he already knew that the Hanbei Lord was the young monk that Shan Chu had met. But he didn't expect that the young monk who escaped under his command would grow so quickly.

The second time I met today, I forced him into such a mess.

Zhou Fan smiled strangely at the threatening words of Zi Jiayuan.
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