A man and a beast approached cautiously, but they didn't know that they had already entered the range of Zhang Fan's divine sense.

"It didn't take much effort to get it, and the other party actually sent it to the door by himself. ”

Zhang Fan observed slightly, smiled slightly, and whistled in his mouth, after all, Mo Ling has been by his side since he was a child, and when he heard the voice, he immediately understood what he meant, turned around and swooped down.

...... In the distance, in the wilderness, a middle-aged monk of medium stature and seemingly honest looks like he was straddled a strange-shaped horse, controlling the steps of the horse, and slowly approached the ruins of the Li family.

This middle-aged monk is not amazing, except for a pair of small eyes the size of a mung bean, shining with essence, as if he has a ghost idea in a flash, there is nothing else that catches the eye.

It's his horse, which is quite a strange horse.

It is a body and a half taller than ordinary horses, and not to mention it, just a pair of fleshy wings on the ribs is not something that ordinary horses can have.

These wings are no more than the length of ordinary people's arms, if they are on a person's body, they should be able to fight in the sky, but if they are matched with the huge body of this horse, even if there is no one on their backs, they will never be able to fly.

At the base of the wings, layers of tiny fiery red scales spread until they reached the back, as if they were born with a pair of scale armor, and they looked more and more majestic.

- Ryoma!

This kind of horse, known as the dragon horse, is strictly speaking a wild beast, but it has long been domesticated as a means of transportation.

According to legend, this is a descendant of the dragon and the horse, born with flesh wings, but because of the weak blood and can not fly, fortunately, its footsteps are light, fast and long, it is still an excellent means of transportation.

Ryoma is just a small second-order desolate beast, at best, it is just competing with the immortal cultivators at the peak of the Qi refining period, if it is said to have the blood of a dragon, it is really hard to believe, but the dragon clan is too desolate, as long as any creature is slightly similar to them in appearance, it can claim to be so, it is the dragon clan itself, I am afraid that it is not sure, it is difficult to refute.

Riding the dragon horse under his crotch, the middle-aged monk walked forward cautiously, from time to time releasing his divine sense to probe the surroundings, as if he was afraid of being targeted, and as if he was searching for something.

After a long moment, a look of disappointment and joy flashed across his face, as if he was both eager and afraid, and he could not tell the difference between himself.

At this moment, first Ryoma under the crotch, and then himself, his whole body, suddenly stiffened, as if he was firmly stared at by some natural enemy, and a chill came out of his heart.

In an instant, the entire heaven and earth suddenly darkened.

In a panic in his heart, he hurriedly raised his head, and the middle-aged monk opened his eyes vigorously in the fierce wind in his face, and saw a fierce bird several feet in size, with two claws on his chest, and swooped down.

"It's over, it's over......"

After seeing clearly what was attacking, the middle-aged monk howled miserably in his heart, and almost did not even have the thought of resisting from his heart, that is, he opened his mouth to scream, and he was also poured into a stomach full of strong wind, and he was forced to go back.

Within the two thousand miles around Hanhai City, he naturally knew what the flying fierce birds represented.

"Yu Dan level, desolate beasts above the fifth order, ...... dead"

The feeling of despair spread all over his body in an instant, and the middle-aged monk was limp, leaning limply on Ryoma's back.

He is a foundation-building monk, and this is still the case, not to mention the Ryoma under the seat.

First he screamed in horror, and then he was meek, and struggled desperately, kicking with all four hooves, and slamming the ground, and several times almost threw the middle-aged monk off his horse, and then his limbs bent and trembled, trembling like chaff.

At this time, the breath of the Yudan-level demon beast was overwhelming, the middle-aged monk was better, and he had already been mentally prepared, then Ryoma was miserable, and he didn't kick or jump, as if he was stupid, standing still in a daze, his eyes were dull, and the white foam in the corners of his mouth was bloodstained, and he was scared to death.

As soon as he noticed the abnormality under his crotch, the middle-aged monk felt that his body was weak, and he fell to the ground with the dead Ryoma, and barely got up, he felt that it was dark in front of him, and a huge wing swept over, and he suddenly screamed "dead" in his heart, and immediately lost consciousness.

As if only a moment had passed, and as if a lifetime had passed, the middle-aged monk suddenly felt a wave of wind rushing across his face, as if something was brushing over his face.

"I'm not dead!"

In his heart, he was in ecstasy, but the middle-aged monk did not move, and cracked his eyelids, and it was just right to see that a big black bird with a golden light was impatiently turning in circles, and then as if he couldn't bear it anymore, the dark golden iron wings fanned violently.

"Don't~!"

Rolling and crawling, and no longer bothering to die, the middle-aged monk stumbled to the side and got up, looking at the fierce birds that were screaming proudly.

He really didn't dare to pretend to be dead anymore, the beast didn't have a serious attack, if he accidentally died, it would be really wronged.

Sweeping around, the middle-aged monk's gaze suddenly fixed on the back of a man standing with his hands in his hands not far behind the fierce bird.

In fact, when he learned that he was not dead, the middle-aged monk knew whether he had met a master, or a master who could drive a desolate beast at the level of Yudan.

If it was really a fierce bird foraging for food, he would have been killed by a wing earlier, where would he have to stay alive and spend his strength to wake up, so when he saw the back in front of him, he didn't look surprised at all, and hurriedly said respectfully: "Junior Wusi, meet the senior, senior Jin An." ”

With the idea that many people are not to be blamed, Wu Si bowed to the ground, and his head was about to be directly clubbed to the ground.

At this time, a clear voice came into his ears.

"Who else in the Li family hasn't died?"

Peeking in, I saw that the person standing with his hands slowly turned around, but it was a thin and tall middle-aged man, standing there almost a head taller than him, without words, there was an indescribable arrogance on his body, which was unforgettable at first sight.

"What is the Li family? junior ......"

Wu Si's face was blank, his expression was sincere, and it was difficult for people to suspect him.

What kind of character Zhang Fan is, if it is so easy to let him be deceived, then there is no need to wait until today, let those old foxes who eat people and don't spit out bones be sliced and sold, laughed, and said:

"Are you here to play?"

This place is remote and desolate, it is 800 miles away from Hanhai City, and it belongs to the no-fly zone where you can't fly in the sky.

Ten of the **, is the people who destroyed the door sent here to fish, the fish that slipped through the net, there is always a habit of returning to the nest to remember, determined to take a look, although the method is simple, but it is not impossible to succeed.

"I ...... juniors"

Wu Si didn't give up, and he tried to defend something, but Zhang Fan waved his sleeves, and the strong wind blew in his face, and he pressed all the words back.

"I'm not going to ask you now, and it's not too late to speak when you want to speak. ”

Zhang Fan smiled coldly.

Wu Si had just had an ominous premonition in his heart, and he saw Zhang Fan flick his fingers, and a little black light flew out of his hand.

The black light was as thin as a gossamer, and even the strands of hair were several times thicker than it, and it was like a life that turned and twisted in the air, and suddenly approached.

It looks inconspicuous, careless, and can ignore the past, but what the other party has shown at this time, combined with his words, is self-evident.

Wu Siwei screamed, he wanted to dodge, he was hit by this thing, he definitely couldn't fall well, he didn't think about it, he moved a little, and he couldn't even move the distance of a finger's width, so he felt that his body was heavy, as if there was Mount Tai pressing on the top.

"It's over, aura shackles!"

Wu Si's face suddenly turned to ashes, and he watched the black light gossamer burrow through his fingers.

In an instant, a scream shook the earth, instantly shattering the gloomy calm of the ruins.

"No~~No~~ Don't ......"

In addition to screaming, Wu Si couldn't even struggle to vent the pain in his body, his face suddenly distorted, his mouth, eyes and nose were crooked, and he looked miserable.

His right hand, which was drilled into by the black light gossamer, emitted brilliance all over his body, and almost at the moment he was drilled in, it began to swell little by little, but in an instant, it was swollen like a face.

In the eyes of outsiders, it's just a little bit of something that doesn't even have a hair in the body, but in Wu Si's own feeling, it's not the same thing at all.

After the black light entered the body, there was not even a delay with a flick of the fingers, and it instantly split into countless parts, and the smaller ones, not to mention the naked eye, were the gossamers that his senses could not distinguish, between the fascia, in the cracks of the bones, and in the inside of every muscle, desperately drilling, like an earthworm escaping into the ground, like a fish in water, it also brought him boundless pain.

Human muscles are made up of smaller muscles bundled together, and now the function of black light is to forcibly separate each bundle of muscles to form gaps, and they can be easily navigated.

"I~~ I said I said everything, please stop!"

In an instant, the black light had already spread to his shoulders, and he was about to rush into his torso, where did he dare to hesitate anymore, and shouted repeatedly.

In fact, he wanted to say it a long time ago, but under the pain, he didn't even have a chance to beg for mercy.

Zhang Fan smiled when he heard this, and he was not surprised, what he had previously performed was a demonic criminal law obtained from the immeasurable secret of the soul, called "Wandering Blades", which was not ordinary, it could be said to be the pinnacle secret method of pure torture, except for those who were extremely firm in their beliefs, there was no possibility of resistance at all.

This person named Wu Si is a slippery person at first glance, and it is impossible for him to have a belief.

Seeing that he was covered in blood and sweat in pain, and couldn't even speak, Zhang Fan pointed out, and a bit of fiery red light shot into his body, which happened to block his shoulder, just so that the black light would not spread, but he would not take it out, and the intention could not be more obvious.

"Say it!"

(To be continued)