Blasted out the innate grab, shaking away the earth, rocks and corpses not far away, all of this happened in an instant, and the attack of the people in front of him was only half done, and the eyes just showed a look of astonishment.

Zhang Fan raised his eyebrows, and after a little gesture, a huge shadow appeared, and his whole body robe was windless and automatic, and he made a fierce sound.

Suddenly, with his body as the center, on the ground in a square circle, flying sand and stones and smoke and dust billowed out, as if something terrifying was brewing.

The faintly surrounded people looked at each other at the same time, and when they were fighting against Chi Yan before, the terrifying power of Zhang Fan's Faxiang Spirit Technique was undoubtedly revealed, how could they dare to slack off? Immediately put aside all distracting thoughts, while urging the magic weapon and supernatural powers, while concentrating their energy, preparing to deal with the next blow with all their might.

No, what they were waiting for was not a mighty attack, but a soft moan like a dream:

"Soul pulling, life is a dream!"

Under the cover of smoke and dust, a figure stood in it, his hands crossed and his fingers trembled, as if he was pulling something.

"Pull the wire, get up!"

With a low shout, the dream finally came to naught, and the aura of murder suddenly appeared.

Ten bright white rays of light suddenly appeared, like an invisible silk thread, one end was connected to Zhang Fan's body, and the other end was connected to ten corpses, these silk threads appeared so abruptly, as if they were there, but only at this time did they appear.

At the same time as the bright white silk threads appeared, the ten corpses trembled suddenly, as if they had recovered from their slumber, and the strongest magic power of the best magic weapon was instantly cast, and suddenly blasted out towards the nearest monk.

In an instant, the sky was filled with whistling sounds.

The attention of all the monks was attracted by Zhang Fan's previous actions, He had noticed the movements of several dead corpses behind him, and at this time he noticed that something was wrong, but it was too late.

All kinds of magic weapons, the five elements of supernatural powers, are all present.

Those who react quickly can barely dodge in embarrassment, and those who respond in a hurry can only resist hard; those who react slowly can only resist hard; those who are more cautious also release a shield on their bodies, barely resisting one or two, and those who are careless are directly hit on the body, and they die instantly.

Ten corpses were taken by surprise, and the results of the sneak attack were remarkable, and at the first time, two or three monks fell from the air, which was even more miserable, with the most corpses around, and they were not careful enough, and they were divided into several pieces in mid-air, and they died no longer dead.

The rest of the people are not easy, these dead corpses are not afraid of death, if they don't stop their waists and fight in two, they will have no effect, and the magic spells are still pouring like rain, if in normal times, these high-ranking foundation building monks, how can they put these ten or so juniors in the Qi refining period in their eyes, and any one of them can clean them up in an instant.

However, in the current situation, they were hit by the other party, and although the rest of the people responded in time and did not die immediately, they were somewhat affected, and they were entangled in a hurry for a while.

After all, these corpses are the identities of the Qi Refining Period, even if they have the advantage, it is impossible to entangle a group of foundation building masters for a long time, but even if it is for a moment, it is enough.

A flash of fire suddenly rose, exploded, and disappeared in place.

Between the lightning and flint, a golden-red ball of fire flashed in succession around several monks who were entangled in the corpses, and then disappeared, the whole process was the same.

First, the flames stopped, paused, and then either fire feathers, or long roars, or divine claws, or they directly passed through the flames so violently that they didn't care about it...... After the move was cast, the fire ball instantly jumped to the next target, and in this way, a series of fires and explosions were like a huge circle, except for Situ Ya, who was standing on the outermost side and had not been attacked by corpses, and a young monk, all the others were encircled in it.

The light of the fire shrank suddenly, and then suddenly erupted in the most violent manner, and in an instant, the area where the monks were entrenched was red, and the clouds were completely stained, like a sunset.

Immediately, the whole world seemed to be quiet, and the previous screams and screams of breaking the air all disappeared.

In an instant, only two people were still floating in the air.

Silence! It was as if time had stopped instantly, and a look of horror slowly emerged from the eyes of the two surviving people, and finally covered the entire face.

"Ahh

A miserable howl full of irrepressible pain came from the ground, breaking the silence for a moment.

Looking back, I saw that the howling man was dressed in a blue cloth robe, and a medicine shovel-shaped magic weapon was left next to him, and he was rolling on the ground in pain, stained with grass and dust, and he couldn't distinguish his face.

Even so, his unique outfit speaks volumes about the person's identity.

- Li Gong.

As his rolling movements became more and more violent, everyone could clearly see that his limbs were swaying like snakes, and the bones inside were probably all shattered into powder, or else this man would not have howled so badly.

What's even more terrifying is that a piece of Li Gong's forehead has obviously collapsed, and the original protrusion is enough to put down a fist of an adult man at this time.

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

Looking at its tragic situation, the ten layers and ten layers were deliberately done by Zhang Fan, otherwise how could it be so coincidental, the limbs were all shattered and the skulls were sunken, and it would not be fatal immediately? Such a difficulty is far above the one-hit killing.

Compared with Li Gong, the other seven people were much luckier, at this time, they were lying on their backs or lying on their stomachs, their whole bodies were charred as charcoal, and even one or two of them were broken, and they were all silent.

Soon, Li Gong's screams gradually subsided, and finally they were no longer audible, which may be a fortunate thing for him, such a pain that life is worse than death, even if you think about it, it is also creepy.

At this time, everyone came back to their senses from the shock, and their faces were all shocked, the eight foundation building monks in the hall actually fell in a moment, such a magical power, it was terrifying and terrifying!

The culprit who made such a brilliant result with a sneak attack from behind the back naturally could no longer be hidden at this time, and was suddenly exposed in front of everyone's eyes.

It was the ten Qi Refining Stage cultivators who died first in Zhang Fan's hands, to be exact, the corpses of ten people.

Only five of the ten corpses are now intact, and the rest are scattered and broken, but it still does not prevent everyone from seeing their true faces.

They looked even more strange than before, their faces, arms, and all the exposed skin was blue and black, not corpse spots, nor bruises, but the color of fascia.

All the corpses seemed to be dehydrated, a few times smaller than before they were alive, and the muscles under the skin were all dissolved, leaving only the fascia bones, as well as the supernatural powers and spiritual power of their own cultivation.

Finally, the remaining supernatural powers and spiritual power are the most terrifying part of the supernatural powers, and it was under Zhang Fan's indulgerence that they used the powerful spells they were best at to kill several people in an instant while the eight foundation building monks were unprepared, and entangled the rest, so as to create an opportunity for Zhang Fan to calmly kill them one by one.

"What kind of puppet art is this?"

In the distance, in the direction of the Qinzhou monk, an exclamation came, and the sound was so loud that it even reached Zhang Fan's ears.

This question also asked everyone's hearts, where did everyone still not understand that Zhang Fan relied on this strange puppet technique to defeat the eight foundation building monks by surprise, the question is, what puppet technique is so terrifying?

This can be regarded as a puppet technique, Zhang Fan smiled slightly, his hand trembled slightly, and ten bright white silk threads broke with a "bang", turning into a faint spiritual aura and dissipating.

The ten corpses suddenly lost their support, and under the sneer, all the flesh and bones were dissolved, and the skull fell limply as if only a human skin was left.

Seeing that these puppets who could maintain their supernatural powers were destroyed like this, a deep sense of regret suddenly overflowed in the hearts of many people.

He had no choice but to do this, whether it was Xuanjin Gon or himself, he couldn't hold on for a long time, otherwise, if he reproduced the majesty of the silkworm in ancient times, then wouldn't the entire immortal cultivation world be left to his rampage?

Many years ago, he got a dying silkworm in the valley of no return, and he was so ecstatic at that time!

Whether it is to extract the silk in captivity, or to cultivate it as a life spirit animal, it is a promising choice, but I didn't think about it later, but I found out that the silkworm was indeed too congenitally insufficient, whether it was fighting, drawing silk, or breeding offspring, it was impossible for it.

Such a treasure became a waste-like existence for a while, which made Zhang Fan hammer his chest and lose his heart at that time.

Speaking of truth, if you feed it well for a few hundred years, and when you cultivate it to a high level in the future, you may not be able to recover it if you look for more opportunities, and keep this may be the only remaining ancient xenomorph.

It's a pity that Zhang Fan didn't have the patience to wait for hundreds of years, let alone hope for an illusory opportunity, so after the alchemy technique was completed, he did not hesitate to take its essence and integrate it into the Xuanjin Gunfu, refining it into a good spiritual weapon that could not be evaluated by grade.

At that time, Zhang Fan was only cultivating during the Qi refining period, and only after refining did he discover the tragedy, maybe the level of the silkworm was too high, even if he was congenitally deficient and dying, he did not lose the face of the ancient powerful demon beast, and the requirements for wanting to make this spiritual weapon were so high that it was far from being something that a little monk in the Qi refining period could bear.

So he had to put it on the shelf, and it wasn't until he recently reached the middle stage of foundation building that Zhang Fan barely had the qualifications of an imperial envoy, and it couldn't last long, and the strength of the corpse itself under control couldn't be too high, otherwise neither his own spiritual power nor the silkworm spirit in the Xuanjin gon suit could bear it.

If he waits for him, his cultivation is improved, and he finds some spiritual objects that are helpful to his spirit, maybe this Xuanjin gown, as well as the supernatural skills attached to it, will become a powerful bargaining chip for him to dominate the world.

But at this time, it can only be like this.

From the siege of everyone to this time, it was only a few breaths of effort, just in such a little time, the situation changed abruptly, the offense and defense were transposed, and only the remaining two people had to face Zhang Fan's pursuit at this time.

I didn't think about it, he didn't have time to make a move, suddenly "ah", a purple figure turned his head and ran, screaming as he ran, obviously the death of several people before gave it too much stimulation, and his heart was terrified to the extreme, a good foundation monk, at this time, it was like seeing a ghost, and he didn't dare to stay even for a moment.

"Situ Ya!"

"If it's someone else, how can you run?"

Zhang Fan sneered, and as soon as his body moved, he was about to pursue.

Situ Ya's screams also woke up the last young monk of the Blood Demon Sect who was immersed in shock, only to see him look back slightly, but instead of running away with Situ Ya as everyone imagined, he roared angrily, with a sad and indignant look on his face, and rushed straight towards Zhang Fan.

While rushing forward, he threw out the magic weapons and spirit runes in his hands, turning them into Dao spells and spiritual light.

"You're looking for death!"

Dodged sideways, Zhang Fan couldn't help but say angrily.

He didn't know why the other party was so sad and angry, and even committed such a suicide-like behavior, but he only knew that due to this person's delay, he couldn't chase and kill Situ Ya in the first place.

How to say that he was also a monk in the early stage of foundation building, and there was no reason to let him attack, he had to stop his movements, and he smiled angrily and stretched out his palm to hold it in front of him, and his movements were violent and violent, as if he was about to pinch the air in his hand and explode.

"Since you want to die, I will fulfill you!"

The translucent huge palm reappeared, pocketing in the air, catching the Blood Demon Sect monk in the palm of his hand as if catching a fly, and immediately clenched it.

Without encountering any resistance, the giant palm suddenly shrank to the size of a person, and seeing that if it was pressed for one more point, the monk inside would be crushed into powder, at this time, a sudden explosion came out of it, and then the giant palm seemed to blow air, and instantly swelled to hundreds of times the size.

With this explosion, Zhang Fan snorted, and his chest rose and fell violently twice before returning to normal.

"Self-destruct!"

"I'm underestimating you. ”

After smoothing out his qi and blood, Zhang Fan couldn't help but say hatefully.

Without thinking about it, it is not difficult to know that among the monks who died under his command before, there must be people close to this person, even to the point that if he does not avenge him, he will have no love.

However, Zhang Fan's strength should be clear to him, what can he do if there is no hope of revenge?

I don't know whether to say whether he is bloody or impulsive, but Zhang Fan can't control it so much, this person's purpose really allows him to achieve part of it, after a delay, Situ Ya has run away, no longer just a fat on the side of his mouth as before, and what's worse is that he vaguely saw the places where Yongzhou and Liang were stationed, and there seemed to be a figure flickering.

There were many dreams in the night, Zhang Fan didn't dare to delay any longer, his body moved, the light flashed, and in a few flashes, he quickly approached Situ Ya, who fled for his life.

After running wildly, like all people who fled for their lives, Situ Ya looked back from time to time, and just when Zhang Fan appeared, he was stunned for a moment, and the expression on his face was instantly wonderful.

(To be continued)