"Today is not a suitable day of murder."

Qin Fan, sitting alone in the carriage, murmured to himself that the sun was shining brightly outside, perhaps because it had rained a few days ago, the air was a little dry.

The grass branches on both sides of the path were still standing stubbornly, and the rustling sounds were also coming from the depths of the jungle, becoming clearer and clearer. Someone was walking slowly over the grass branches.

It was not just one person, ten people, at least a hundred people.

Qin Fan saw through the curtains that there were already vague figures in front of him.

The disciples of Wanpo Palace have always been wearing dark green robes, and half of their faces are blocked by a wide hood. They are very quiet, but they are just careful to get closer.

As the footsteps on both sides continued to heavier, disciples of the Nether Corpse Sect had also appeared. The most iconic outfit was the coffin behind them.

In addition, under the sunlight, these disciples' already too fair skin looks paler, which is a kind of whiteness similar to a dead person and an unhealthy whiteness.

They were still silent and moved forward step by step.

"Three hundred meters."

Qin Fan's voice was very light, but it was very clear in this somewhat unusually quiet environment.

It is also because of these simple three words that the disciples of the two sects who have already shown a trend of surrounding are stuck in their bodies at the same time.

They knew very well who they were facing, Qin Fan, who was rumored to be powerless and had a short life, and it was also the owner of Wuyou, who caused his two sects to lose four innate realm masters not long ago.

This contradictory identity does not conflict with one person, so the caution shown by their hundreds of disciples is understandable.

Everyone still didn't say anything, just stood there as if they were waiting quietly.

It was not until a few breaths that a disciple of Wanpo Palace took the first step and confirmed that there was no problem, that the depressing footsteps began to sound one after another.

"You can throw some poison needles at this distance or release poison smoke to test it, but you didn't do this. It seems that the arrangement for me is to capture alive as the first priority."

Qin Fan shook his head helplessly. His words did not stop everyone's pace as before, but instead vaguely accelerated a lot.

"Two hundred meters."

There were three short words. Because he could not get a response, Qin Fan felt a little bored and continued to ask tentatively:

"In this case, I have no way to live. Shouldn't someone come out to mock me, or at least show some attitude.

That is, capturing it alive should mean trying to use my identity or to pry out some information from me."

They were still silent. At this moment, these disciples showed the discipline of famous schools, and of course they might not dare to respond or cannot respond.

"I do have many secrets on my body. These secrets can even make a warrior who has just entered the martial arts world directly enter the innate realm. Are you really not curious?"

At this moment, the sound of simple footsteps was no longer the sound of breathing around, and in addition to the first circle surrounding Qin Fan's disciples, a group of vague figures appeared behind.

The inexplicable pace of these disciples slowed down a lot. The Wanpo Palace, which covered the upper half of his face with a hood, could not allow Qin Fan to observe the changes in his eyes.

But the eyes of those disciples of the Nether Corpse Sect with white faces gradually showed a trace of shaking.

Even though they knew that this statement might be a lie, they thought of the strict orders of the great masters of the innate realm of Wanpo Palace and the Netherworld Sect, Qin Fan must be captured alive.

But he can't hurt him a little bit. In order to take care of his weak constitution, some ordinary smoke cannot be used, for fear of accidentally killing him.

These disciples naturally had a lot of confusion in their hearts, and at the same time they also had a little thought.

However, no one was the first to respond to Qin Fan, but the atmosphere around him began to become a little subtle.

"It seems that none of you can make the decision."

Qin Fan's tone changed a little at this time. He used to be like a poor person struggling to survive, trying hard to seize a trace of vitality.

Now he is so indifferent that he has no emotional factors, as if all his patience has been exhausted, and he is even too lazy to continue to hide it.

"One hundred meters."

The three words that followed made the two disciples closest to Qin Fan stop at the same time.

Some of the disciples behind were still thinking about the reason for Qin Fan's change in tone. When they noticed the sudden stop of the disciples walking in front, they couldn't help but feel a little confused.

Then they quickly understood why those disciples were motionless. Under the hot sun, several people had already started to tremble, and drops of sweat fell from their foreheads, necks, and from every part of their bodies to the dry earth!

Tick, tick, tick.

One person, ten people, and hundreds of people fully interpret what it means to sweat like rain. However, their expressions are more exciting than the constant oozing of sweat.

The unification of fear was covered with his face, and even due to excessive fear, his body began to tremble uncontrollably!

At this moment, the small carriage in front was like a gate to the underworld for them. The rich dead energy turned into the hand of Yama and controlled their hearts. They could sink into hell with just a gentle force!

In the carriage, Qin Fan's eyes were closed, and a powerful spiritual pressure enveloped the four directions, but it was different from ordinary spiritual pressure, which was mixed with his true meaning of martial arts, Dead Domain (Virtual)!

Qin Fan has always felt that this true meaning of martial arts is for provocation or for use only for Yin people. After all, he has used it three times in total, and the result is a bit unforgettable for him.

The first time was against Li Xunhuan. At that time, the true meaning of martial arts was not yet proficient, and the other party sent him away with a knife, making him not have enough understanding of the true meaning of martial arts.

The second time was to do an experiment on Feng Mo, and then a sudden attack of sword energy almost cut him into two halves with the house behind him.

At that time, Feng Mo said that when a warrior feels fear, he will use his own fists to smash it, so Qin Fan's true meaning of martial arts is like a living target.

Facing a master who is stronger than him, he may be given a sudden blow from the opponent.

Qin Fan once thought that the true meaning of martial arts was a little pitfall, but he and Feng Mo seemed to have ignored one thing, and the definition of a warrior was what Feng Mo said based on his own understanding.

And how many people in this world will be like Feng Mo, and will face fear directly when they face fear. Perhaps the masters above the innate realm can achieve this step in their state of mind.

However, the masters above the innate realm represent the great masters, and there are only so many people in the entire world.

As for the third time, facing Mo Yunlan, through a counter-ambush, Qin Fan had planted the seeds of fear in his heart, and the subsequent process turned this fear into despair.

In addition, the Nine-turn maze arranged by Xia Jinyu completely covered Qin Fan's traces. Mo Yunlan wanted to smash the swelling despair, but she had no choice but to end up having to hate under Qin Fan's knife.

This third time proves that the combat power of the Dead Domain (Virtual) cooperates with his Xiao Qin flying sword will soar infinitely, but the premise is that he can withstand its backlash.

However, the three use processes did not develop the full effect of the dead domain (virtual). Qin Fan's targets were the Grand Master realm. At this point, the strong man himself had fewer weaknesses, and his mood was even more perfect.

This also means that some of the experimental data are simply unreliable, so this scene is happening today.

"Since you have taken the first step, stay all of them."

This voice clearly reached everyone's ears, including some of the two disciples who had not yet entered the area of ​​Qin Fan's spiritual pressure.

These disciples had no idea what the situation was. They only saw the hundreds of people who were pushing towards the carriage and suddenly stopped, and then they seemed to see the most terrifying thing in the world.

Qin Fan's words made them seem to understand something, but no one still retreated. After all, no one died yet, and no one died means...

Bang--!

Among the two disciples who were still trembling, one of them was only the early stage of the Qi Condensation Realm, the Wanpo Palace Sect suddenly exploded, and the blood beads scattered on the faces and bodies of the motionless disciples around them.

They could clearly feel the hot blood sliding down their cheeks and hair. At the same time, this magnifying fear seemed to be irrigated by this blood rain and began to grow wildly!

Bang, bang, bang—!

One after another, it seemed to cause a chain reaction, and at this time, it really turned into a dead land filled with bloody rain!

The two disciples of the two sects who were originally preparing to move forward a few steps suddenly froze in place. At this moment, they deeply felt the feeling of the arrival of great terror.

Especially when I noticed that the disciples beside me turned into blood in the sky when they were shrouded by spiritual pressure, they were covered with blood after less than a few breaths, and the seeds buried in my heart began to take root and grow!

In the carriage, Qin Fan rubbed his eyebrows. The real effect of the true meaning of martial arts was reflected. Just like killing Mo Yunlan, fear was just a nourishment and a strength to strengthen one's own strength.

Unlike the previous use of Xiao Qin's flying knife, the momentum that integrates into his own begins to comprehensively increase the range and intensity of his mental power!

In fact, Qin Fan has always thought about a question. There is a sentence in the introduction to Dead Domain (Virtual).

[For goals that are already timid, integrate the force of stripping the opponent into yourself and greatly improve the power of the moves after accumulating momentum.]

In fact, warriors who can use their power need to at least reach the Tongmai realm. So if they deal with warriors in the Body Tempering Realm and the Qi Condensing Realm, what kind of way will this be stripped away?

At this moment, Qin Fan had already realized that when facing the warriors in these two realms, when the strength of the dead domain (virtual) reaches the point where the other party cannot bear it, it will no longer be stripped but erased!

The generation of momentum is originally caused by the power of spiritual power combined with the power of qi and blood. For warriors who cannot do this, their mental power and qi and blood will become a nutrient for fear, and then turn into a bomb that has nowhere to be placed in the spiritual sea!

Until—with a bang, everything will be over.

"One, thirteen, one hundred and thirty-two, two hundred and seventy-four, three hundred and ninety-seven..."

The cold numbers were spit out from Qin Fan's mouth one by one. He was calculating the number of deaths. In addition to the two disciples who were hiding behind and hesitating, 439 Qi Condensation Realm masters had contributed this bizarre and gorgeous red rain with their own blood.

And for the disciples of the two sects, the indifferent voice seemed to be verifying their death. As this number continued to increase, someone would die again.

Death immediately is not terrible. What is really terrible is waiting for death to come helplessly.

At this moment, the aura of despair began to spread, and as Qin Fan's mental power continued to integrate into the momentum of separation, some disciples of the two sects who were hesitant were also shrouded in the Dead Domain (Virtual)!

Just when Qin Fan was a little bored and thought that everything would end like this, a voice suddenly sounded in the crowd.

"Everyone, haven't you noticed it? Those who died were disciples from the Qi Condensation Realm. No one was killed or injured in Tongmai Realm. This also means that his strength is far less terrifying than imagined!"

Qin Fan's mouth raised slightly, and there was a hint of pleasure in his smile.

Because he noticed that the man who spoke was able to take the first step, although his face was still slid with sweat, his expression was not filled with fear, but instead he showed a firmness in his eyes.

"Your name?"

"Wan Poison Palace, Feng Yuanchu."

This man named Feng Yuanchu looks ordinary and can't be found in the crowd, but he broke through the fear in his heart, and even when he took heavy steps, he was no longer so difficult.

"Master Qin, thank you for your help, otherwise I would not have broken through to the late stage of Tongmai Realm so quickly."

Feng Yuanchu bowed to Qin Fan expressionlessly. His performance also rekindled hope for some of the two disciples behind him who were already desperate.

Especially for the experts in the Tongmai Realm, they soon discovered this mysterious move, which was actually far less terrifying than they expected.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! Because the coverage area of ​​this spiritual pressure is too wide, it is destined to be not very effective in targeting them. As long as you can overcome your fear, you can force yourself to break free.

So what they have to do at this time is to defeat themselves!

"It is worthy of being the Wanpo Palace. Even if it looks like the sunset now, there are still some geniuses in the gate."

Qin Fan said softly, seeing that there were already seven people who had defeated their fear and stood behind Feng Yuanchu and approaching him, a hint of appreciation appeared in his eyes.

The distance of 100 meters is very close, so close that it is only a few dozen steps, but even if they overcome fear, they are cautious when walking.

However, when looking at the carriage that was close to you, the two snake and horses that were restless and constantly plucking the soil on the ground, especially when confirming that these people were not attacked.

A hint of compassion and excitement were subconsciously spreading across their faces, and Feng Yuanchu's breathing began to be rapid even more excited.

As long as he can capture Qin Fan alive, his skills will be stable. At the same time, it also made him confirm that Qin Fan is a paper tiger, and that terrifying spiritual pressure is more like a special spiritual secret technique.

As for melee ability, I'm afraid Qin Fan can't stop him from three moves!

Such serious martial artists who are biased towards science are common in the world, so there is nothing strange about them.

Until he activates his true energy, a layer of poisonous flames covers his right palm, and his murderous gaze also locks on the two snake, unicorn horses.

"Hey, why do you have to attack?"

Then Feng Yuanchu felt an extreme danger that was far superior to fear. He subconsciously turned around, and finally the blood-colored petals in the sky came into his eyes!

Everyone in their vision, whether they can or cannot move, burst into scattered red fragments, as if a long blood-colored river rolled down into the sky.

And his consciousness completely disappeared at this moment.

He didn't know that the mental pressure Qin Fan used just now was always in the stage of accumulating momentum, and it was not until his irrational behavior that Qin Fan could end the experiment early.

"The remaining few fish that missed the net are handed over to you."
Chapter completed!