The dark sound patterns spread in the air, and everywhere they passed, they were crushed. The old man from Qijiaoduan and the nine warriors hurriedly retreated and dodged. The old man from Qijiaoduan's face was gloomy. He thought Zhou Fan was too reckless, what about the cooperation he had agreed to?

He searched for Zhou Fan's figure everywhere, and now he could only hope that Zhou Fan was fine, otherwise they would have to turn around and run away.

It was only soon that he saw Zhou Fan appearing in a corner.

Zhou Fan was swinging the knife, and the old man with Qi Ji's eyes shrank slightly because he found that the dark sound patterns in front of Zhou Fan instantly stopped.

Zhou Fan's figure floated through the dark sound patterns that were stagnant in front of him, and instantly arrived in front of Guixinsha. The knife he was swinging fell down, and everything seemed to have been calculated long ago. Therefore, the knife was so fast that it made people feel abrupt.

The huge heart of Ghost Heart Sha was shrinking, trying to emit a more powerful sound pattern to attack Zhou Fan, but the Rust Knife was obviously faster than the sound pattern it wanted to emit. It almost instinctively swept four tentacles to sweep towards Zhou Fan.

The four tentacles made a whistle and a crescent sickle.

As long as its tentacles can withstand a rust knife, its sound patterns can be emitted to solve the crisis in front of you.

Zhou Fan's face was calm, and he opened his mouth and spit out a unique syllable.

Dragon God Word!

The syllables were so light that the ten warriors not far away could not hear them.

The four tentacles stopped for a while.

At the moment when the four sickle-like tentacles stopped, Zhou Fan's figure appeared on the left side of the ghost heart evil, and slashed down silently, drawing a dazzling sword light.

The sword light gathered from the blue-black ghost energy, the black thunder arc, and the cold blue flames cut through the dark heart of the ghost heart. Countless black liquid spurted out and fell on the ground.

Zhou Fan sideways to avoid the black liquid.

The huge dark heart was eroded by various forces and slowly shrank. Eight tentacles were crazily slashing the ground.

Zhou Fan moved gently, away from the ghost heartsha who had been broken open, and watched the ghost heartsha struggle before his death.

The dark heart eventually turned into a pool of blood, leaving eight tentacles as thick as arms.

The old man from Qi Ji and the nine warriors opened their mouths and watched the scene.

All this happened too quickly. Zhou Fan seemed to rush out recklessly, but in just a short moment, their bodies were even stopped in place. Without rushing out to help Zhou Fan, everything was over, and the powerful ghost heart evil was killed!

"This is not the Qijiao section." The old man from Qijiao section was a little lost and said in a low voice.

Zhou Fan satisfies his knife and put it into the sheath. He can easily remove the black evil-level ghost heart evil so neatly. It is not because of the force crushing, but because of combining his teleportation-level body technique with Dragon God Word and other skills.

Especially the Dragon God Word, he cannot use the Dragon God Word to the extreme like a black dragon in a short period of time, but now he can compress the Dragon God Word to a very small range. One advantage of doing this is that he will not have the problem of his body being unable to support himself because of his full strength.

This is an achievement of his recent training of combat skills.

He leaned over and picked up the eight ghost heart-kill tentacles and tied them together with cowhide bands. These eight tentacles are very good materials. He can't use them, but they can also be exchanged for a large amount of money.

The old man from Qiji brought the nine people to thank Zhou Fan, with a look of awe on their faces.

This is a warrior who can kill the Black Evil-level monster with his own strength. Even if they all have such warriors, they may not be opponents.

Maintaining respect for a warrior who is stronger than yourself is a code that every experienced warrior will remember.

"Let's go." Zhou Fan dragged eight tentacles, and he said indifferently: "I have something to talk to your manager."

The troubles tonight were brought by this caravan, so Zhou Fan must understand what happened.

The old man Qijiu looked different, but he did not dare to have any objection.

But there was a sudden terrifying cry in front of me.

Zhou Fan and others changed their faces slightly, and then they ran forward quickly.

They used their speed and body skills, and they were extremely fast. Soon they saw the caravan manager and Cao Yanfang and others.

Zhou Fan and the others stopped and did not take care of them anymore, but looked ahead in horror.

There was a giant five feet tall in front of him. His hair was disheveled and his hair was long until his waist. The four-sided lanterns held in his left hand were as big as thatched huts. The lantern emitted pale light, just like a scorching sun in his hand, reflecting the surroundings as bright as day.

This is also the reason why Zhou Fan and the others were able to see the giant clearly.

The giant had a rough face, his eyes were as big as a human head, and his dark whites had green pupils. He was looking down at the caravan managers and they were in charge of the caravan.

The three caravan managers and Cao Yanfang didn't even dare to escape, and their bodies stood there almost stiffly.

"The Black-level Soul-Catcher." The old man with Qi Ji took a breath of air conditioning and said with a pale face.

Zhou Fan's face also became serious. After You Chen Lisha, he was Li. With his current strength, he could deal with Blood Evil. However, the Li level who crossed the first level was not so easy to deal with, let alone the Black Li level soul collector who was stronger than Bai Li!

It is rumored that the soul collector has magical means to absorb the souls of living creatures and then put them in their wide sleeves to take them away. This is why this strange thing is named.

Zhou Fan's whole body was tense. If he couldn't do anything, he could only leave everything and escape immediately.

The air nearby seemed to be frozen, and suddenly the soul collector spread out his broad right hand, as if asking Cao Yanfang and others for something.

Cao Yanfang and the others trembled, looking at the huge huge hand, confused.

"Give it to him, if you want to survive, give it to him!" Zhou Fan's face changed slightly and shouted.

The caravan manager understood this. He hesitated and quickly gritted his teeth and threw the box in his hands on the huge and huge hands.

The soul collector closed his right palm, he raised his head and looked at Zhou Fan with his huge eyes, then turned his head and walked away from the main ruler.

As he walked out about ten feet, the light of the lantern suddenly faded and the giant disappeared from everyone's sight.

The three caravan managers and Cao Yanfang were both on the ground with weak legs. The oppression brought to them by the soul collector was too strong. They all had a feeling of souls coming out of their bodies just now.

Zhou Fan and the old man Qi Ji came over.

Cao Yanfang and the other two had a cold face, struggled to stand up, stay away from the caravan to manage the business. They were almost killed just now, so of course they would not have any good faces.

The caravan manager got up from the ground. He sighed with a bitter look on his face, calmed down and bowed to Zhou Fangong to thank him, and apologized to Cao Yanfang and the other two, promising to give them some compensation.

Cao Yanfang and the other two still looked slightly dark, but they didn't say anything. After all, the matter was over, so they couldn't say anything more.

"What exactly is inside the box?" Zhou Fan asked with a raised eyebrows.

It is definitely not a simple thing to attract the golden-spraying beast, the ghost-hearted evil spirit, and the soul-capturing person to venture closer to the main ruler path.
Chapter completed!