After taking back the divine sense, Feng Fan felt a lot of emotion in his heart, he didn't expect the rivers and lakes to be so sinister. It was rumored that Park Junjie and Ye Hailong had a close relationship, but they didn't expect the truth to be like this, and Feng Fan now understands why Park Junjie was still full of fear after seeing the ten of them that day.

Feng Fan didn't have a good impression of Ye Hailong, if he hadn't issued the order to recruit the medical hall guys as disciples of the Haisha Gang Alchemy Hall, he wouldn't have been forced to leave the second uncle. Since Ye Hailong had the idea of borrowing a knife to kill someone, he didn't let him get his wish. If the Netherworld Palace dared to send someone to assassinate him, he would have to test the cultivation spell with the one who came to it.

Retracting his thoughts, Feng Fan spread his divine consciousness extensively, carefully feeling the situation within a radius of ten miles.

Three hours passed, and the hour had just passed. Feng Fan, who was sitting in the hut, raised his eyebrows, slowly stood up, gently opened the door, climbed over the courtyard wall, and ran away in a certain direction.

Somewhere nearly ten miles away, three men in black hurried through the night. "Big brother, this time it is said that the Haisha Gang has sent ten masters to protect Park Junjie, I wonder if we can succeed this operation?" asked a short man on the far left with a long sword in his hand.

"Don't worry, our twelve top masters entered the Park family from four directions at the same time, and Park Junjie will definitely not be able to escape the ascension this time. A tall thin man with a scimitar in his hand sneered.

"Even if we fail, the twelve foreign aid will immediately attack, and Park Junjie will definitely die this time!" added the medium-sized man on the far right. The three of them stopped abruptly as they saw Fengfan appear in front of them like a ghost.

"Who are you?" Looking at the jet-black dagger on Feng Fan's waist by the moonlight, the tall and thin man asked coldly, anyone who saw a night walker with a dagger at his waist would not think that this person was an ordinary person.

"The three of you are from the Netherworld, right?" Feng Fan did not answer the thin and tall man's question, but asked arrogantly.

"Brothers, do it. The tall and thin man no longer rambled, but let out a low voice, raised his right hand, and the scimitar shot out, and a white light rushed out like a devil who had just escaped from the Nine Shadows, carrying a fierce wind towards Feng Fan.

Feng Fan had a sneer on his face, and when his aura flashed, a pale cyan light mask appeared around his body. With a "whoosh", the scimitar seemed to be blocked by something invisible a few inches away from Fengfan, then stopped, and finally landed on the ground.

"Hell!" Seeing this astonishing scene, the man with the long mace in his hand rushed forward, raised the long mace in his hand a few feet away from Feng Fan, and then smashed it towards Feng Fan. With a "bang", the long gong fell a few inches away from the top of Feng Fan's head, as if it was blocked by something invisible, and it could no longer fall a single bit.

Feng Fan's heart moved, and a short sword appeared in front of him. With a flick of Feng Fan's right finger, a True Yuan hit the short sword, and the short sword suddenly soared, turning into a giant sword several feet long and several inches wide. In the faint moonlight, the greatsword shone with a soul-devoting cold light. Feng Fan's sleeve robe flicked, and the giant sword shuttled like lightning towards the man opposite, and in a blink of an eye, it was in front of him.

The man in black suddenly felt a chill in his chest, and then a hole appeared, and suddenly blood mist splattered, and blood spurted out. With a "dang bang", the long mace in the man's hand fell heavily to the ground. The man in black then fell to the ground and died of exhaustion after a few convulsions.

As soon as Feng Fan urged the law to be decided, the giant sword suddenly shone brightly, carrying a fierce killing intent, like a floating light, slashing towards the short black-clothed man in front of him.

Seeing his companion being strangely killed, and then the flying sword came at him, the short man was shocked, and hurriedly waved his right hand, the long sword across his chest. With a "flutter", the giant sword cut off the long sword like cutting tofu, and the castration only slowed down, and then stabbed the short man in the chest. The giant sword creekingly burrowed into the short man's body like a yin wind, and then came out of his body. The short man let out a terrible scream, followed by a mist of blood, a few convulsions, and finally fell to the ground.

Feng Fan pointed at the giant sword, and the giant sword flew back, floating in front of him, making a soft groan, and this sound was like a life-seeking note for the tall and thin man who had not yet been killed.

"You...... you are a cultivator?" The tall and thin man was terrified, his voice filled with deep fear, but he quickly raised his hands, only to see a hard crossbow appear in each of his hands.

Seeing the two hard crossbows facing him, Feng Fan showed a hint of sarcasm on his face, when he was testing the True Yuan Imperial Cover Technique, Feng Fan had used this hard crossbow to shoot himself countless times.

The tall and thin man pressed the mechanism on the crossbow with the thumbs of both hands with great speed, and countless arrows shot out like rocks piercing through the air. But Feng Fan stood still, allowing the arrows to attack. A few inches before all the arrows reached Feng Fan's body, they were blocked by invisible objects, and they fell to the ground one after another. When all the arrows in the crossbow were missed, the tall and thin man's face became extremely ugly.

Feng Fan pointed at the giant sword in front of him, and the giant sword surged in the wind, and then slashed down from the sky towards the tall and thin man. Endless spiritual power frantically dispersed around, enveloping all the tall and thin men in it, and the huge power swarmed towards the tall and thin men like a sea of fire.

Feeling the earth-shattering power emanating from the flying sword, the tall and thin man who had just seen the power of this giant sword changed his complexion, and he hurriedly raised his right hand and placed the hard crossbow across his head.

With a "flutter", the giant sword pierced through the crossbow without hindrance, and with a flash of white light, the tall and thin man's head flew out, and his body then fell to the ground.

Collecting the flying sword, Feng Fan quickly hurried in the other direction. In the intervening period, Feng Fan rushed in all directions, killing twelve Netherworld masters, and when he killed the last group of masters, one of them sent a whistle arrow into the air before dying.

In a very short period of time, Feng Fan, who felt that his True Yuan had been depleted after a continuous rush, suddenly frowned, because his divine sense sensed that the other twelve people were coming from a distance again.

Feng Fan hesitated for a moment and quickly returned to the Park family. After calling out all the people such as Qian Laoer, Feng Fan told what happened, but the secret of the cultivator was not revealed half a word, but he only said that he had killed twelve people with his magic skills such as the golden bell jar.

After everyone was amazed for a moment, Qian Lao Er said in a deep voice: "Everyone, it doesn't seem to be very peaceful tonight, we all go outside, and we must wait strictly." And they all left the house and went outside to take refuge.

Feng Fan was still in front of the hut where he lived, sensing his surroundings with his divine sense. At this time, the twelve people were already very close to the Park family, because Qian Lao Er and others issued a warning, so Park Junjie and some people in the Park family woke up one after another.

The people of the Park family were extremely flustered, and their behavior was in stark contrast to their usual high-flying and domineering way of doing things. Park Junjie and Qian Lao Er stayed together, because Qian Lao Er was the leader of ten people this time, so Park Jun Jie thought that Qian Lao Er was naturally the number one master among these people, so it was relatively safe to be with him.