On the Jingtian and the Great Grabbing, the ten stones and corpses that were not far away from the zombie were killed. In an instant, the attacking movements of the people in front of him were only half done, and a look of surprise appeared in his eyes.

Zhang Fan raised his eyebrows and made a slight gesture. A huge shadow appeared, his whole body was free from wind and made a sound.

In an instant, with his body as the center. On the ground about a radius of about a meter, sand, stones, smoke and dust rolled, as if something terrifying was brewing.

The people surrounded each other at the same time, their expressions condensed. When they were fighting against Chi You, the terrifying power of Zhang Fan's Dharma-Shaping Spirit Art was undoubtedly revealed, so how could they dare to neglect? They immediately put aside all distracting thoughts, and while urging their magical instruments and magical powers, they concentrated their minds and energy, ready to deal with the next blow with all their strength.

Unexpectedly, what they were waiting for was not the attack of Wei Meng Wutao, but a light sound as if it was dreamy.

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"It's a dream to bring souls to life!"

Under the cover of smoke and dust, a figure stood in it, crossing his hands and trembling as if pulling something.

"Take the thread, get up!"

The sound of shouting is low, and the dream finally becomes a bubble, and the solemn aura suddenly appears.

Ten bright white lights suddenly appeared, like an invisible silk thread, one end connected to Zhang Fan's body, and the other end was connected to ten corpses. These silk threads appeared so abruptly. It seemed to be there, but it only appeared at this time.

While the bright white silk thread appeared, the ten corpses trembled in vain, as if they had recovered from their sleep. The best magic weapon was used instantly and suddenly blasted out at the cultivator closest to it.

In a hurry, the sky was filled with howling sounds.

All the monks were attracted by Zhang Fan's previous actions. They had never noticed the movements of the dead bodies behind them. At this time, they realized that something was wrong, but it was too late for the B Sutra.

All kinds of magical instruments and five elements have arrived.

Those who react quickly could barely dodge in a mess, and those who responded in a hurry could only resist. Those who react slowly could only resist. Those who are cautious would release a shield on their body, barely resist it, and those who are careless would be directly hit on their body and died immediately.

Ten corpses were unexpectedly surprised. The attack was awesome. At the first moment, two or three monks fell from the air, and even more miserable. They had the most corpses around them, but they were not careful enough. They were dismembered in the air for several segments and died so much that they could not die again.

It was not easy for others to do so. If these dead corpses are not afraid of death, they will not be able to fight in two pieces in half, and their magical powers will still pour out like rain. If they were to be the most noble foundation-building monks, they would not take these ten Qi Refining Juniors seriously. Any one of them could deal with them in an instant.

However, under the current situation, the opponent's attack was hindered. Although the remaining people responded in time and did not die immediately, they were somewhat affected. They responded in a hurry for a while and were entangled by them.

After all, these corpses are in the Qi Refining Stage. Even if they have the advantage, they will not be able to entangle a group of foundation-building masters for as long as possible. But even for a moment, it is enough.

The fire suddenly rose, and then exploded and disappeared from the spot.

In the midst of lightning, a golden-red fire ball flashed around several monks who were entangled in a mess by the corpse, and then disappeared, and the whole catty was the same.

First, the flames stopped, and then they were either fire feathers, long roars, divine claws, or directly violently and ignorantly,

After the move was completed, the fire ball jumped to the next target instantly. The fire lights burst out like a huge circle, except for Situ Ya and a young monk who had not been attacked by corpses on the outside, all others were circled into it.

The fire suddenly shrank, and then suddenly burst out in the most violent posture. In an instant, the area where the monks knelt was red and the clouds were dyed, as if the sunset was full.

Then, the ground seemed to be quiet today. The previous screams and screams, and the sound of howling through the air disappeared. In a short while, the sound of "thumping" falling sounded, and the sound of hitting the ground was heard one after another.

In an instant, there were only two people in front of me who were still floating in the air.

Silence! It seemed as if time had stopped in an instant. The look of horror slowly emerged from the surviving two people's eyes, and finally covered their faces.

"ah!"

The sound was filled with irresistible pain, which came from the ground and also broke the silence.

Looking back, I saw the howling man wearing a blue cloth robes and a magic shovel-shaped magic weapon beside him. He rolled on the ground in pain, stained with grass and dust, and could no longer tell the difference.

Even so, his unique outfit still shows the person's identity.

As his rolling movement became more and more intense, everyone clearly saw that his limbs were swaying like a snake, and the bones inside were probably broken into powder? Otherwise, this person would not have screamed so much.

What's even more terrifying is that a piece of his forehead obviously collapsed, and the original prominent point was that he could put down an adult man's fist.

This injury alone is enough to be fatal, but you will not die for a while and you will suffer more pain.

Looking at its tragic situation, the tenth floor was done by Zhang Fan specifically, otherwise how could it be so coincidental that his limbs were broken and the skull was sunken, and it would not be fatal immediately? Such difficulty was far above killing with one blow.

Compared with Li Gong, the other seven people were much luckier. At this time, they were either lying on their backs or lying on their backs, their whole body was as charred as charcoal, and even one or two people were broken. All of them were gone.

Soon, Li Gong's screams gradually faded and finally became unheard again. This may be a blessing for him. The pain of life worse than death is creepy even if you think about it.

At this time, everyone came back to their senses from the shock, and their faces were shocked. Eight foundation-building monks actually fell in a moment. Such magical powers were simply terrifying and terrifying!

The culprit of the sneak attack behind the scenes, causing such brilliant achievements, naturally could no longer hide it. It was immediately exposed to everyone's eyes.

It was the Qi Refining Cultivator who died first at Zhang Fan's hands, to be precise, the corpses of ten people.

Only five of the ten corpses were left intact. The rest were scattered and damaged, but they still did not prevent everyone from seeing their true appearance.

They looked even more weird. Their faces, arms, and all the exposed skin were all blue and black. This was not corpse spots or bruises, but the color of the fascia.

All the corpses seemed to be dehydrated, and they were smaller than before they were alive. The muscles with flat skin were all melted away, leaving only fascia and skulls, as well as the magical powers and spiritual powers they practiced.

"The last point of the karma, the remaining magical powers and spiritual powers are the most terrifying parts of the magical powers that shine. Previously, under the control of Zhang Fan, they used their best power spells to kill several people in an instant while the eight foundation-building monks were unprepared and entangled the rest, so that they could create a chance for Zhang Fan to kill them.

"What kind of puppet technique is this?"

In the distance, a scream came from the direction of the monks in Qinzhou. The sound was so loud that it even came into Zhang Fan's ears.

This question also asked everyone's thoughts. At this time, no one understood that Zhang Fan had used this strange technique of shame to defeat the eight foundation-building monks unexpectedly. The question is, what kind of technique of shame to defeat the terrifying oneself?

This is also considered a silence of shame. Zhang Fan smiled slightly, his hands trembled slightly, and ten bright white silk threads broke with a "bang" and turned into a faint breath of spiritual power dissipated.

Ten corpses suddenly lost their support. With a hissing sound, all the blood, flesh, muscles and bones melted away. It seemed as if only a human skin was left under the head, hanging softly.

Seeing that these shameful figures that could maintain their magical powers during their lifetime were destroyed, a deep feeling of regret suddenly appeared in the hearts of many people.

He did this with no choice. Neither the Xuanjin submission nor himself could persist for a long time. Otherwise, if the might of the silk silk silkworm in ancient times was reappeared, then wouldn’t the entire world of immortal cultivation be allowed to run rampant?

Many years ago, I got a dying silkworm in Wuhui Valley. How ecstatic he was at that time!

Whether it is to raise silk in captivity or to cultivate them as a life-going spirit beast, it is a bright choice. I didn’t expect it to find out later. The silk silk is indeed too congenital inadequate. Whether it is fighting, drawing silk, or breeding offspring, it is impossible for it.

Such a treasure became a waste for a moment, which made Zhang Fan pause his feet and his chest feel very disappointed. In fact, if he feeds him well for hundreds of years, and when his cultivation becomes advanced in the future, he may not be able to recover it. This may be the only remaining ancient alien species.

Unfortunately, Zhang Fan did not have the patience for hundreds of years. He would not rely on illusory opportunities. After the art of refining weapons was perfected, he took his essence without hesitation, integrated it into the Xuanjin Decay Suit, and refined a good spiritual weapon that could not be evaluated by grade.

At that time, Zhang Fan only realized the tragedy after refining the Qi Refining Stage. Perhaps the level of the Silk Saint was too high. Even the current situation of innate deficiency and dying, he did not lose the face of the ancient powerful monster. The requirement of controlling this spiritual weapon was far from being able to bear the responsibility of a young cultivator in the Qi Refining Stage.

So he had to put it on the shelf. Until recently, he reached the middle stage of foundation building, Zhang Fan was barely qualified to be a entourage, and it could not last long. The strength of the body he controlled could not be too high. Otherwise, neither his own spiritual power nor the silk silkworm spirit in the Xuanjin Xin Su's submission could bear it.

If he waits for the future, his cultivation will be improved. He will find some spiritual objects that are helpful to the spirit. Perhaps this Xuanjin Xiangfu and the magical magic attached there will be a powerful bargaining chip for him to dominate the world.

But at this moment, this is the only way.

From the time of the crowd to this point, it was only a few breaths. In just a moment, the situation suddenly changed and the offense and defense were changed. Only the remaining two people were going to face Zhang Fan's pursuit.

Unexpectedly, before he could take action, he suddenly let out a "ah" sound, and a purple figure turned his head and ran away, screaming while running. Obviously, the deaths of the previous few people gave it too much stimulation, and he was extremely frightened. He was a foundation-building monk. At this time, he seemed to have seen a ghost, and he didn't dare to stay for a moment.

"Situ Ya!"

"It would be fine if it was someone else, how could you run away?

Zhang Fan sneered, and his body moved and he was about to chase him.

Situ Ya's scream also awakened the last young monk of the Blood Demon Sect who was immersed in shock. He looked back for a moment, but it was not as everyone imagined. He also ran away with Situ Ya's desperate attempt. Instead, he roared with a look of sorrow and anger on his face, and rushed towards Zhang Fan.

While rushing forward, he threw out the magic weapon and talisman in his hand, turning into magic lights and attacking him.

"You are seeking death!"

After dodging sideways for a while, Zhang Fan couldn't help but say angrily.

He didn't know why the other party was so sad and angry that he even committed such suicide. He only knew that due to this person's delay, he could not chase Situ Ya as soon as possible, and by adding variables, there was a way to die alone.

After all, he was also a monk in the early stage of foundation building. Without letting him attack, he had to stop his movements, and laughed furiously and stretched out his palm to hold it in front of him. The net of movement was violent, as if he wanted to squeeze the air in his hand.

"Since I want to die, I will fulfill your wish!"

The translucent huge palm reappeared, and a bag was in the air. It caught the Blood Demon Sect monk in the palm of his palm as if he was catching a fly, and then he held it tightly.

Without any resistance, the giant palm suddenly shrank to the size of a person. Seeing that the monk inside was about to be pressed into powder, there was a sudden burst of sound coming from it. Then the giant palm seemed to blow, and instantly swelled to hundreds of times the size.

With the sound of this explosion, Zhang Fan let out a muffled groan. His chest fluctuated violently twice before he returned to normal.

"Self-explosion!"

"I'm underestimating you."

After soothing the blood and blood, Zhang Fan couldn't help but say hatefully.

It is not difficult to know without thinking about it. Among the monks under his command, there must be someone close to this person, even to the point where he will not be able to have no ears to love him without avenging him.

However, he should be clear about Zhang Fan's strength. So what can I do if I have no hope of revenge? I have to fight to the death and add some damage to Zhang Fan and add some walls.

I don't know if he should be said to be bloody or impulsive. Zhang Fan couldn't care so much. This person's purpose really made him realize part of it. After one of his Danmu, Situ Ya had already run away, no longer just as fat as before. What's worse is that there was a vague view of the locations of Yong and Liang states. It seemed like someone flashing.

There were so many dreams at night, Zhang Fan dared not delay any longer. His body moved and turned into a flash of light. With a few flashes, he quickly approached Situ Ya who was fleeing desperately.

While running wildly, like all those who escaped. Situ Ya looked back from time to time, and just as Zhang Ji showed up, he saw a moment of surprise. The expression on his face was extremely exciting in an instant.
Chapter completed!