"You dare to ......" The high priest glared angrily, he didn't expect Zhuo Bufan to make a brazen move, it was the young sect master of their Dark Witch Sect, and he was actually directly beaten away.

"Why don't you dare?" Zhuo Bufan said, his figure flickered, and then pulled out an illusory shadow on the spot, and smashed it towards the young sect master with a punch.

Before the young sect master could react, the whole person flew out upside down again, a transparent fist hole was punched in his chest, and he stared at Zhuo Bufan with wide eyes, his eyes were full of anger.

The Black Witch Sect is rampant in the southwest region, his status and status as a young sect master are extremely high, he has never encountered such a thing, and he dares to kill him without saying a word, and what surprised him even more was that Zhuo Bufan's strength was too strong.

"Huh. ”

Zhuo Bufan stopped, frowned, and looked at the transparent fist hole in the young sect master's chest, his eyes could see through the front and the back, but there was not a drop of blood flowing out, only a black mist lingered in it, and it immediately recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"You dare to kill me?" The young sect master's face was cold, with a hint of anger and gloom in his eyes.

"Incarnation outside the body?" Zhuo Bufan was slightly surprised in his heart, the incarnation outside the body is a supernatural power that only the great cultivators of the Transformation Stage have, there are thousands of incarnations, how can there be the power of the Transformation Stage on the earth, this is completely impossible.

After carefully glancing at it with his divine sense, Zhuo Bufan finally understood what was going on, the young sect master in front of him was not a real young sect master at all, but just a shell refined with evil qi, using a weak divine sense to manipulate and deal with things for the real young sect master to step into the mundane world.

It's no wonder that a punch through his body can be repaired immediately, it should be some kind of secret technique of the Dark Witch Sect.

It's just that this kind of secret technique is 108,000 miles different from the powerful divine power of the Transformation Period, and it is just a matter of using divine consciousness to control a certain body, and it can't exert its relative strength at all.

The young sect master stared at Zhuo Bufan, and said with a cold expression: "If you surrender to me now, I will spare you, otherwise, don't blame our Dark Witch Sect for chasing and killing you." ”

Zhuo Bufan sneered, and punched out again, and the sound of the punch exploded, directly knocking out seven or eight holes in the young sect master's body.

"I said you couldn't kill me like this. There was not the slightest change on the young sect master's face, and the transparent fist hole that had been punched out of his body had begun to heal slowly under the repair of the black mist.

Everyone looked at the scene in front of them in surprise, no matter how many fists Zhuo Bufan hit the young sect master's body, the other party could heal quickly.

"Can't such a person be killed?" Tan Yong's eyes widened, revealing a look of surprise, if he couldn't be killed, then how could he fight?

Elder Liao and Liao Wen of the White Witch were even more pale when they saw the people of the Black Witch Sect, the Black Witch Sect practiced Gu poison, curses, and all kinds of lethal soul arts, and had always been a hostile force to the White Witch.

"Is this the Dark Witch Sect's Immortal Soul Technique?" Elder Liao was well-informed, and he could see at a glance what was wrong with the young sect master.

This is a forbidden technique, and the Dark Witch Sect actually dares to practice?

This soul technique must kill ninety-nine people, including forty-nine women and fifty-one men, and it is a soul technique that has been piled up with blood.

At this time, the high priest, Hou Dongjun, and He Hongmiao had already reacted, pinching all kinds of killing spells and attacking towards Zhuo Bufan, thunder, lightning, flames, curses, and wind blades all came together.

The young sect master's eyes were even red, and his whole body was entangled in black mist, "No one has ever dared to attack me, today I will kill you and use your blood to cultivate my soul technique." ”

As he spoke, the black mist on the young sect master's body turned into small snakes, and about dozens of black mist snakes were swallowing snake letters, and their pupils emitted a slight red light staring at Zhuo Bufan, with a bit of bloodthirsty taste.

Hou Dongjun, the high priest, He Hongmiao, and a young sect master shot at Zhuo Bufan at the same time, even Tan Songtao and Xiao Nai were a little nervous, no matter how strong Zhuo Bufan was, could he resist these people joining forces?

"Withered light. ”

The wooden staff in the high priest's hand emitted a faint green light, and Zhuo Bufan suddenly felt that his whole body had become extremely heavy like lead, which was more powerful than the spell cast by He Hongmiao, and not only that, but even the power in his body seemed to be imprisoned a little.

He Hongmiao and Hou Dongjun's various spells were even more like not wanting money, one after another, all kinds of spells flashed continuously, Tan Songtao stood aside, not knowing whether to make a move, really offended the Black Witch Sect, I am afraid it will bring a catastrophe to the entire Tan family.

Zhuo Bufan's eyes shone with essence, clenched his fists, his figure shook suddenly, and instantly arrived in front of the high priest, and smashed a fist on the high priest's chest, even if the spell was applied, Zhuo Bufan's speed and strength were still beyond the imagination of the high priest.

The high priest's eyes were full of horror, and the whole person had already flown upside down, and a wooden plaque on his chest cracked with a click, and his face flushed.

If it weren't for the wooden card he refined on his chest to resist, I'm afraid Zhuo Bufan's punch would have killed him.

Immediately, Zhuo Bufan continued to clench his fists, like a humanoid machine, the whole person pulled out phantoms one after another, wandered all over the field, and punched He Hongmiao's body again, He Hongmiao didn't even pinch out the last magic decision in his hand, lowered his head, and saw a fist penetrate his chest.

He Hongmiao had already lost the magic weapon that protected him, and he was seriously injured by Zhuo Bufan just now, and he became the last of the strong crossbow, and the magician mainly cultivated spiritual spells, and his body was the same as that of an ordinary dark strength martial artist, how could he resist Zhuo Bufan's fist.

"I ...... Don't want to die ......"

He Hongmiao's eyes were full of panic, and a faint sound came out of his mouth, and then he fell to the ground.

He Qiang, He Jiayong and the others were stunned, their family's most powerful magician, the great elder of the family, was actually killed by Zhuo Bufan's punch, and everyone's faces were like ashes.

Even if Zhuo Bufan is killed here today, their He family will not be suppressed by the magicians of the foundation building period, and sooner or later they will be suppressed and wiped out by other forces.

"Elder He?" Hou Dongjun saw this scene, his eyes immediately turned red, and the feeling of sadness of the rabbit and the dead fox came slowly, and he even accelerated the movements in his hands, consuming essence and blood, and a huge flame erupted from his palm, as if he was about to burn Zhuo Bufan.

"Is it just you?" Zhuo Bufan punched out, and suddenly a golden fist mark knocked the flames out of a channel, Zhuo Bufan's figure disappeared in place, and the person had already arrived in front of Hou Dongjun.

As for the few black snakes that the black mist on the young sect master's body turned into, everywhere he passed, all the plants and trees were as if they had been corroded by sulfuric acid and turned yellow, but because Zhuo Bufan's speed was too fast, the black snakes couldn't attack the target at all.

The young sect master frowned tightly, constantly urging the black mist on his body and strengthening the black snake on his body. Before Hou Dongjun could react, Zhuo Bufan came to him, his palm stuck around his neck, and twisted it hard, a wisp of blood overflowed from the corner of Hou Dongjun's mouth, die!