"When the shrimps are smooth, add some meat."
In the ancient jade space, Ye Fanzhen is eating hot pot.
After a long journey from Donghai City to here, although the Qingfeng Sword was flying, it was quite tiring to stand all the way, so I had to eat some hot pot to replenish my strength.
"Eastern Kite, eat more."
Ye Fan gave Dongfang Yuan a lot of meat.
Seeing that the other party had no appetite, Ye Fan said softly: "If you don't eat well, how will you have the energy to get revenge soon?"
"Um!"
Dongfang Yuan is immersed in her job. She must always maintain her best condition and kill her enemies little by little.
"Master, the reason why you refuse to take action against Wu Wang is because you want to leave him to Sister Yuan?"
Turtle Shell Lingbao has a complicated expression. His master is so gentle. I cried to death.
"no."
Ye Fan glanced at Guigui with disgust: "In a battle where you know you will be injured or even die, but you don't avoid the sharp edge and you still have to fight hard, is your brain broken?"
Turtle choked.
Today is also a day for being scolded.
Dongfang Yuan finally showed a smile: "Master, you can't deceive the slave family."
"It's really for you."
"The slave family believed it."
Dongfang Yuan smiled like a flower: "The slave family trusts the master the most."
Nangong Wan didn't say a word. She was eating hot pot and taking a sip of iced Coke from time to time.
The happy look on his face as he feasted on food caused black lines to appear on the forehead of a certain ancestor of the mermaids.
I've only been away from the princess's tomb for a few days, so why has she become a useless princess who only knows how to eat, drink and have fun?
What a crime!
…
…
"mother."
"Now how to do?"
Wu Wang felt that the Nascent Soul in his body was about to burn out, and he, who had always been arrogant and arrogant, showed his helplessness for the first time.
He felt that his life had lost its direction, and his heart was broken and he was at a loss.
"My son, run away!"
Zhao Xiang was equally confused, but she had to hold herself together in front of her son.
"escape?"
Wu Wang looked unwilling.
He is a disciple of the great elder of Penglai Immortal Palace, a peak Nascent Soul monk, and the young master of the Blood Knife Sect, but he wants to run away when faced with an unknown monk who is only in the early Nascent Soul stage? ? ?
Wu Wang is unwilling to give in!
But Wu Wang knew that his mother's words were right.
If you don't run away now, you will die when your Nascent Soul is burned out.
After all, he was running out of gas, while his enemy was almost at his peak.
Furthermore.
The opponent can disappear once or twice out of thin air. Then, can it disappear a third time, a fourth time, or even countless times?
This is the thought.
Wu Wang compromised.
As long as the green hills remain, there will be no need to worry about running out of firewood.
Leaving today is just for a better return tomorrow!
"If you suffer humiliation today, you will definitely repay it a hundredfold one day!"
Wu Wang turned into a stream of light, carrying his mother Zhao Xiang and flying into the distance, but he suddenly and sadly discovered that the mountain-protecting formation of the Blood Knife Sect had been activated.
he.
Can't get out! ! !
"Husband, quickly... close the formation quickly and let Wang'er leave!"
Zhao Xiang hurriedly shouted behind her, but after saying this, she realized that her husband Wu Dahai was dead, and her face suddenly showed sadness.
But in an instant.
Zhao Xiang made a decision: "Wang'er, the formation eye that controls the formation should be in your father's storage space. Mom, go find it now! Run away the moment the formation is activated. Don't worry about mother!"
"Mom, stop looking for me."
Wu Wang sighed: "That Li Changsheng came to avenge Dongfang Yuan. They will not let us leave the Blood Knife Sect alive."
Zhao Xiang looked confused: "Is Dongfang Yuan the foundation-building female cultivator? Wang'er, we have no worries or grudges against her."
"Dongfang family, multi-colored flowers."
"..."
With these six simple words, Zhao Xiang suddenly understood everything.
She couldn't believe it: "Just because of this trivial matter, they dare to attack the Blood Knife Sect? That Taoist priest named Li Changsheng has really committed a heinous crime!"
"Little things?"
Ye Fan's cold voice echoed through the sky: "You can't accept that today I just killed your Taoist companion. But your good son killed thirty-seven members of the Dongfang family!"
Zhao Xiang said resentfully: "How can those ants compare with my husband? How can they compare with the Blood Knife Sect!"
Ye Fan stopped talking.
In the eyes of selfish people, they will never see their own mistakes.
so.
Only kill.
Ye Fan left the ancient jade space. He did not attack Wu Wang and Zhao Xiang, whose realms were declining rapidly. Instead, he attacked the foundation-building deacons and Qi-training disciples.
At the Blood Knife Gate.
Except for the Sacrificial Blade Village and some mortals who were used as slaves, no one who had some cultivation ability was innocent.
"puff"
"puff"
"puff"
These Blood Knife Sect monks who could not survive the foundation establishment were no match for Ye Fan at all. Their heads fell to the ground before they even saw Ye Fan's face.
"stop!!!"
Wu Wang was angry, and his gradually extinguished Nascent Soul fire rekindled.
The Blood Knife Sect is my father's lifelong effort. He cannot tolerate the Blood Knife Sect being destroyed in the hands of outsiders!
But when Wu Wang's realm soared to the peak of Yuanying again and caught up with Ye Fan, Ye Fan disappeared again.
"Ahhh!"
Wu Wang looked up to the sky and roared, and his extreme anger caused him to punch the mountain in front of him into pieces.
Can.
Useless.
This is just incompetent rage.
As time passed slowly, Wu Wang's already broken Nascent Soul was about to burn out, and his realm dropped from the peak of Nascent Soul to the middle of Nascent Soul.
Ye Fan left the ancient jade space again.
He still did not take action against Wu Wang, but chose to ignore him and continued to hunt down the disciples and deacons of the Blood Knife Sect.
"puff--"
Wu Wang was furious and coughed up blood.
At this moment, this proud disciple of Penglai Immortal Palace has white hair, and he is no longer as unruly as before.
He kept roaring angrily: "Li Changsheng, come at me!!!"
Wu Wang frantically chased after him, but he was always one step slower. He could only watch the disciples die tragically, and the blood-stained heads were connected in series.
Counting the Blood Knife Sect monks who had previously died under Ye Fan, a total of 282 heads were piled in front of the collapsed main hall, and every face contained fear.
"There's another one here."
Ye Fan kicked his foot, and the head of the sect leader Wu Dahai fell on the top of the human head tower.
This scene.
Zhao Xiang and Wu Wang were stopped in their tracks, and fear swallowed up the mother and son like a tide.
Because they found that no matter whether they were killing people or building towers of heads, the monks from the Immortality Temple did not hesitate at all.
Even after the tower of human heads was formed, he nodded with some enjoyment, seeming to be very satisfied with this masterpiece.
"really not bad."
Ye Fan said with satisfaction: "But there are still two heads left before it can be considered truly perfect."
Say it.
Ye Fan turned his head and looked around, smiling brightly and saying: "Wu Wang, let me lend you the heads on your mother's and son's necks!"
