However, this breath is very subtle and almost difficult to detect.
It's like most of it was cut off halfway.
And this situation just shows that Wang Fan's current situation is not optimistic!
It is possible that you have fallen into a desperate situation!
However, just relying on this cut off most of the aura, it was impossible to directly locate Wang Fan's location.
Fang Yu frowned, lowered his head, and began to think deeply.
Soon, he thought of a way.
…
"Wang Fan, it must have taken you many years to gather these 50,000 humans, right?" Beidu Shangxian looked at the scene inside the light curtain and said with a smile, "Look at the faces of these 50,000 ants, they How innocent... If they don't explain, even if they die today, they won't know how they died."
Wang Fan stared at the light screen, gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and tensed up his whole body!
Damn it!
How did the Gods find these 50,000 human beings! ?
This is his most secret stronghold!
The more than 50,000 human beings gathered inside were sent in one by one by him over the years!
During these hundreds of thousands of years of escaping and running, Wang Fan, in addition to endlessly repeating the task of saving human beings and selling them as slaves... also wanted to leave some hope!
The people in that stronghold...are all human beings who he thinks are more talented in cultivation and also have a certain spirit!
Wang Fan hopes that among this group of human beings, a supreme-level strongman will emerge and revitalize the human race in the future!
Because he knew very well that his life was likely to end suddenly at some point in time, completely unpredictable.
Therefore, he must leave the fire.
These more than 50,000 human beings are the spark to rekindle hope!
In order to ensure their safety, Wang Fan almost never went there in his true form after building the stronghold!
But...now, this stronghold is still exposed.
Still discovered by the Gods!
Wang Fan breathed rapidly.
He tried to stay calm.
But now, this situation makes it really difficult for him to calm down!
what to do! ?
He was surrounded, and the more than 50,000 human beings in his stronghold were also in dire straits!
Wang Fan stared at the light curtain in front of him.
Within the light curtain, the group of monks in black robes were already attacking the many terrified humans who were kneeling on the ground!
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Two black-robed monks grabbed one of the male monks and dragged him to the front of the screen.
The male cultivator had been beaten beyond recognition, his face was covered with blood, and his whole body was shaking.
Two black-robed monks held him down and knelt on the ground.
At this time, a male cultivator walked into the scene.
With a cold smile on his face, he cupped his fists and bowed in front of the screen.
It’s Chen Qianan!
"I have met two immortals. I am Chen Qian'an, a young deacon of Zhixin Pavilion." Chen Qian'an in the picture bowed and said, "Master Yuan Yu Pavilion, I know you are also present."
After saluting, he retreated to the rear.
"Kakaka..."
At this time, the human monk had his face stamped on and his limbs were twitching.
"Ahhhh..."
His screams were quite shrill.
Behind him, the cries of many human beings were also heard.
"Don't kill us, don't kill us, we are willing to be slaves, we will not go against you, just let us go..."
Many humans cried and begged for mercy.
However, many humans have been killed by black-robed monks!
The black-robed monk seemed to be toying with them, using his sword to cut off their limbs one by one, and finally decapitated them! !
"When we first arrived, some human races reacted very strongly and attacked us, but we captured them all." Chen Qian'an reported from the side, "Just after counting the number, a total of 52,620 people gathered here. One person. Among them, the cultivation level is..."
"I don't care about the cultivation of these ants." Nanxun Shangxian said coldly.
Chen Qian'an immediately changed his words and said: "Currently, all the races here are controlled by our Zhixin Pavilion. If the two Immortals want us to take action, we can annihilate them all at any time."
Zhixin Pavilion...
Wang Fan was shocked when he heard these words.
It turns out that it was Zhixinge who found that stronghold!
At this time, Wang Fan was a little desperate.
In front of him, there were two great immortals from Tianshen Palace, and behind him was the traitor Yuan Yu, while Zhixin Pavilion controlled the lives of more than 50,000 human beings in the stronghold...
Enemies everywhere!
There is nothing he can do!
"The breath of the jade pendant has been cut off, Fang Yu can't receive my contact signal..." Wang Fan's heart sank to the bottom.
"Kakaka..."
In the picture, the human's face was covered with blood, his entire head was trampled to pieces, and his screams were getting louder and louder.
"You, you guys...let Brother Yan Liang go, let him go..."
At this time, a slightly childish voice came from behind.
The two black-robed monks turned around and saw a little girl of five or six years old who had been kneeling stood up.
The girl's face was covered with traces of tears, and there was fear on her face, but more of it was anger and bravery.
As soon as she stood up, the expressions of the man and woman kneeling next to her changed.
