Ordinary Guy In Apocalypse

Xia Jisheng was dumbfounded.

Even the wave of monsters that he didn't dare to face was wiped out with a single punch, without even the residue of the monsters.

What kind of supernatural power is this?

What kind of realm is this?

Even if my ancestors had boundless mana, I'm afraid they wouldn't be able to do this.

Shocked, Xia Jisheng came back to his senses, fell from the city wall, walked up to Lin Fan respectfully, and respectfully said:

"Senior, this junior has blind eyes, so don't blame me for looking at my senior."

Although the previous attitude was considered kind, but the current attitude is even more respectful. The world of cultivating immortals really respects strength, as long as the cultivation level is high, everyone will have two faces.

In front of the weak, they punch hard, and in front of the strong, they are respectful.

This is the demeanor of our monks in the world of cultivating immortals.

"It's okay, I just want to go to Yanyangzong." Lin Fan said calmly.

"Senior, don't worry, I will definitely point out the way for senior."

Xia Jisheng was full of doubts in his heart. The senior's cultivation was earth-shattering. He should be a famous person in the world of cultivating immortals. How could he not know the location of Yanyang Sect? But he didn't think much about it. The senior came from another continent and didn't know the location of Yanyang Sect.

He wondered in his heart, why did senior have to go to Yanyang Sect?

Could it be that they want to exterminate the sect?

But thinking about it, it seems impossible. If the Yanyang Sect was to be destroyed, the senior would definitely not be so friendly with him. After all, who would not know that the ancestor of the Xia family was the elder of the Yanyang Sect.

Outside the city on the east side.

"Come on."

The thirteen bandit cultivators of Dongting Lake roared and rushed towards the city. They heard all the movement just now, and it was really fierce.

"Grab it, the babies are all ours."

"Charge, charge."

The bandit cultivators were completely crazy, their eyes were red, and their minds were full of those treasures.

Not everyone can resist the temptation of buying at zero yuan.

The bandit leader of the Thirteen Bandit Cultivators was called the "Tongtian Bandit" Wang Tianchong by the monks.

His face is thin and his facial features are sinister, especially his eyes, which are slender like lines, making people shudder. Anyone who looks at him will feel as if he is a prey and is being watched closely.

The bandit cultivators rushed into the city, and the monks in the city fled one after another upon seeing this.

And some monks looked at the rushing bandit cultivators calmly and calmly. Although they didn't communicate with each other, their eyes were enough to convey each other's intentions.

‘Brother, one of our own. '

'I can see it. '

The cultivator in the city had a ferocious face and roared viciously, "Give it up, the treasures are all mine."

This situation is the transformation of identity.

Everyone has several identities. It is normal to change with the environment, and there is no fuss.

"Don't grab my storage bag, it's mine."

"Fart, now the horse is mine."

After the bandit cultivators took action, they basically grabbed whatever they saw. Some cultivators were kicked to the ground, protecting their own storage bags, but facing this group of vicious bandit cultivators, how could they protect themselves.

In order to avoid property being plundered, the monk who opened the shop could only activate a simple formation, hoping to resist it.

It's just facing this group of bandit cultivators who are attacking.

The formation was supported for a moment, then completely shattered.

The bandit cultivators snatched everything excitedly.

"All of you who kill thousands of swords, put it down, let me down, this is the result of my hard work all my life." The shopkeeper wailed. , he did not dare to fight back.

Otherwise, this group of bandit cultivators must be slaughtered on the spot.

"Fuck off, it's all ours, if you force Lai Lai to kill you on the spot."

"Mid-grade artifacts, I didn't expect this store to have middle-grade artifacts. I made a profit, I really made a profit."

"No, this is the treasure of my store, put it down, let it go for me."

No matter how much the shopkeeper pleads, the bandit cultivators don't care at all. Looting is the fastest way to get rich. Besides, there are so many bandit cultivators, who knows who will know who he is.

at this time.

Under the leadership of the 'Tongtian Bandit' Wang Tianchong, the thirteen bandit cultivators of Dongting Lake quickly headed towards a shop called 'Tianbao Pavilion'. There are many treasures there, as long as they search Tianbao Pavilion, it will be a worthwhile trip .

Thinking of this, Wang Tianchong's blood was already boiling.

However, before arriving at Tianbao Pavilion, Wang Tianchong's face suddenly changed when he saw the situation in front of him.

"how come?"

He didn't expect Xia Jisheng to appear here.

Impossible, the attack of the tide of monsters will definitely restrain their actions, even if they want to stop them, they will be powerless, and the appearance of the opponent now makes Wang Tianchong feel incredible.

"Wang Tianchong, the thirteen bandit cultivator of Dongting Lake, you have done a lot of evil. How dare you attract a wave of monsters and beasts, and make a fuss about them, trying to distract you, so that you can successfully plunder. It's just a pity, you guys are not as good as the sky. Senior Lin is here. How can you be presumptuous."

Xia Jisheng didn't panic at all, Senior Lin was his backbone, and even thought that it would be great if Senior Lin could become the ancestor of the Xia family, it would be much better than the ancestor who only knew how to practice in seclusion and didn't care about world affairs.

Wang Tianchong's eyes fell on Lin Fan.

That is senior?

It should be, and Xia Jisheng can be accompanied by his side respectfully, and he is by no means an idle person.

Unable to perceive the mana fluctuations of the opponent.

I couldn't see through it.

"The wind is tight, call back."

The reason why the Dongting Lake Thirteen Bandit Cultivators have been able to stand for many years and run rampant is not because they are strong, but because they are cautious enough to retreat in time and stop losses immediately when they encounter something wrong.

"Hmph, this is where you can come and leave whenever you want?"

Xia Jisheng yelled angrily, in the past, he would naturally let them leave, after all, they are all ruthless people with many tricks, difficult to deal with, why should he be afraid if there are seniors on the spot now?

If there is a slight problem, the seniors will take action.

"The Trapped Immortal Formation."

Seeing Xia Jisheng flipping his palm, four talismans rose into the air, turning into streamers of light to block all directions, forming a small formation, temporarily trapping the escape route of the thirteen bandit cultivators.

"Array Master." Wang Tianchong didn't expect Xia Jisheng to be an array mage. As far as he knew, Xia Jisheng was just a monk. When did he become an array mage?

Xia Jisheng was very proud, there is nothing to be surprised about, thinking that after his cultivation base was promoted to the foundation building stage, he could not make any progress for a long time, so he wanted to find another way. Immediately, my heart was surging, and I felt that the formation technique was really mysterious.

Gathering array.

Epiphany array.

etc.

If such a formation can be learned, wouldn't it be awesome.

After painstaking research and dawdling for several years, he failed to learn the Spirit Gathering Formation, but instead learned the Trapped Immortal Formation, but he had no chance to use it on weekdays and could not show it to others. Now that the Thirteen Bandits of Dongting Lake have cultivated it, there is room for him to use his skills.

The monks in the city were shocked when they saw that Patriarch Xia's attack was a first-tier top-grade formation. As expected of Patriarch Xia, he hid deep enough and became a formation master without making a sound.

In a duel with the same level of cultivation, Patriarch Xia, who is also an array mage, will definitely have the upper hand.

Lin Fan witnessed the scene before him.

Mess, really mess.

He has no intention of participating in these trivial matters. The plundering and killing in the world of cultivating immortals has nothing to do with him. He just wants to go to Yanyangzong as soon as possible, and he needs Xia Jisheng's guidance to go to Yanyangzong.

Fix it early and save time.

Xia Jisheng raised his body and wanted to fight against the thirteen bandit cultivators, so that the surrounding monks can see that the Xia family can stand firm here, not because of the ancestors of the Xia family, but because something really happened, the Xia family will definitely face difficulties .

Unfortunately, his idea fell through.

Lin Fan grabbed his shoulder and said indifferently, "I'll come, there's no need to waste time."

"yes."

Xia Jisheng respectfully responded, and then looked at the surrounding monks, as if to say, it's not that I don't want to do it, it's that the seniors don't want to waste time.

The thirteen bandit cultivators of Dongting Lake were breaking through the imprisoned fairy formation. Seeing Lin Fan approaching, they stopped what they were doing and waited for it. Especially Wang Tianchong felt an inexplicable pressure.

The monk Xia Jisheng honored as senior approached them with expressionless eyes.

Illusion?

Definitely not an illusion.

"Damn it, let me try him."

The Flying Mouse Bandit, one of the Thirteen Bandit Cultivators, jumped out, and three talismans appeared in front of him. When the talismans were activated, they instantly turned into three fine thunderbolts and blasted towards Lin Fan.

Lin Fan raised his hand and grasped the three thin thunderbolts in his palm, with his five fingers together, he crushed them directly.

brush!

The Flying Squirrel Bandit's eyes blurred.

Lin Fan, who was dozens of steps away, appeared in front of him.

Lin Fan raised his hand and patted the other party with a blank expression. Before the palm reached, the air of the palm had already covered the flying squirrel, causing him to be in pain all over. With a bang, the flying squirrel exploded and turned into a pool of blood.

The many monks who watched were stunned, as if they had seen a ghost.

The Flying Squirrel Bandit is a monk in the late stage of Qi refining, and he is a master. He didn't expect to be smashed with just one slap.

Xia Jisheng opened his mouth, hesitated to speak, and finally said slowly: "Senior's palm is really...back to basics."

At this moment, he couldn't imagine what kind of cultivation this senior Lin was.

The monks in the late stage of Qi refining are like ants.

Feel free to crush.

Can't see through, really can't see through.

At this time, the remaining twelve members of the Dongting Lake Thirteen Bandit Cultivators saw the Flying Mouse Bandit being crushed to death on the spot, and their hearts were shocked. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, it would be unbelievable.

Lin Fan has no feelings for the monks in this world. The thirteen bandit cultivators in front of him are evil, and it can be seen from their eyes that they don't think there is anything wrong with shooting blood.

He really didn't want to waste it on these insignificant things.

Move your feet.

In an instant, he appeared in front of another bandit cultivator, raised his hand, and lowered it.

boom!

Blood fell to the ground.

boom!

boom!

boom!

Lin Fan repeated the same action, without giving the opponent any chance to fight, he killed with his palm, and his palm exploded. After a while, there was only the last one left, that is, King Tongtian Bandit.

As Lin Fan's eyes fell on Wang Chongtian's body, the startled opponent suddenly became psyched.

Wang Chongtian had never seen such a terrifying monk. Seeing his accomplices dying one by one, he knew that he might die too. Under the panic, he gritted his teeth and prepared to fight to the death.

A palm-sized small sword with blue light was floating beside him.

This is his pressed goods, a high-grade magic weapon.

Don't look at him as a monk in the late stage of Qi refining, but if you really meet a monk in the early stage of foundation establishment, you can fight with him with this treasure.

He pinched the sword formula with his fingers and stimulated his mana. The little blue sword blessed by mana became more radiant.

"Die to me."

Wang Chongtian is well aware of the ability of this treasure, the twin swords of son and mother, when the opponent thinks there is only one, the son sword will separate, and thus penetrate the opponent's head at a tricky angle.

Thinking of this, he secretly wanted to laugh, so what if he had a high cultivation base, the world of immortality talks about who is more insidious than others.

Thinking that he has been around for many years, he has never used any evil tricks, and they are often invincible.

"What?"

Before he was very happy, Wang Chongtian was shocked by the scene in front of him.

His high-grade magic weapon, the flying sword, was actually pinched in the palm of the opponent.

Before he could react.

There was a click.

The cyan flying sword was crushed and turned into fragments and fell to the ground. Wang Chongtian, who was connected with the blood of the top-grade magic weapon, was traumatized and couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The panic in the eyes spilled out of the eyes.

That is a high-grade magic weapon...

Plop!

"Senior, please forgive me."

Wang Chongtian knelt down and begged for mercy, throwing himself to the ground, "This junior didn't know that senior was in front of me and offended me. Please forgive me. This junior is willing to do a good job for senior. I just ask senior to spare my life."

If it was on Earth, Lin Fan would have thought that he could be sent to Huangshi Prison for reform when he met such a bad person, but it no longer exists there.

He didn't want to ask more questions.

I don't want to say too much.

Under Wang Chongtian's terrified gaze, Lin Fan kicked out, covered by the strength of his feet, and was torn into pieces in an instant with his wailing, and died.

The strength of the feet that emanated also tore the formation.

The trapped fairy array that was touched instantly shattered.

With the destruction of the thirteen bandit cultivators in Dongting Lake, the remaining group of bandit cultivators were like a mess of loose sand, some of them stood still, looking down at the spirit stones they had snatched from their hands.

Before they robbed much, the thirteen gangsters who led them to plunder were wiped out, which made them what to do next.

Naturally, there are also clever bandit cultivators who instantly change their status.

He turned around and rushed towards a bandit cultivator who was full of bewilderment and hadn't changed his identity yet. Without further ado, he just gave out a meal when he came up, knocked him down directly, stepped on the opponent's head with his foot on his hips, and pointed looking at each other.

"You bandit cultivators dare to be so arrogant, let's see how I defend the righteous way."

Then he yelled around.

"Fellow daoists, go and do your work, just leave it to me here."

When our monks open their eyes and talk nonsense, they really don't blush and their hearts don't beat. If they don't have any shame, they won't be able to survive in such a cruel world of cultivating immortals.

...

Xia family.

"Senior, please take your seat." Xia Jisheng stayed beside Lin Fan respectfully, quickly led the senior to his seat, and at the same time ordered Steward Ma to serve tea, and he must serve the best tea.

A group of monks had already gathered outside Xia's house.

They all witnessed Lin Fan killing the thirteen bandit cultivators in Dongting Lake with his own hands and feet.

Now that Senior Lin was invited by Xia Jisheng to Xia's house, he wanted to hide Senior Lin privately. This was something they couldn't tolerate. According to inquiries, they had already learned about the situation.

Senior Lin has nothing to do with the Xia family, he just wanted to ask something, so he came to the Xia family.

What the Xia family can know, so can they.

If you get into a relationship with Senior Lin, gain Senior Lin's attention, and leave a little bit of true cultivation, the rewards will be unimaginable.

The road to cultivating immortality is long and difficult, especially for those casual cultivators who have no inheritance and no master, they can only overcome various obstacles by groping and trying constantly.

"Fellow daoists, this mysterious master in front of me is not exclusive to the Xia family!" A casual cultivator raised his arms and shouted, which attracted everyone's support.

"But we are all casual cultivators, how can we get close to him?" Another casual cultivator asked worriedly.

"Wait patiently and persevere, maybe there will be a chance." A loose cultivator king Dahai who has practiced for more than 30 years said with deep emotion, "I am sincerely willing to serve my senior and guard him piously by his side."

"Haha, it's ridiculous, you want to serve senior alone? With so many people, when will it be your turn!" Another monk teased.

"How do you talk?" Wang Dahai frowned unhappily, "Wouldn't it be better if there were more people together?"

"Well, what Wang Daoyou said is very true."

The guards at the gate of the Xia Mansion were worried, a group of casual cultivators gathered here, discussing what was going on with the Xia family and seniors, making them restless and worried.

In the past, as the gate guard of the Xia Mansion, I had never seen anyone come to gather and make trouble. Now that there are so many casual cultivators, they are indeed intimidated. I am afraid that conflicts will break out. With their cultivation base, they will not be torn apart by these guys. into pieces.

At this time, Xia Jisheng only wanted to communicate with Senior Lin, but Senior Lin didn't seem to have any interest in it.

"Senior, this is the map to go to the Yanyang Sect. If the senior does not dislike it, the junior is willing to use the green boat to send the senior there."

Xia Jisheng wanted to be by Lin Fan's side. If the senior felt sorry for his hardships and gave him a little favor, he would definitely take off in place. In his opinion, the senior's cultivation was definitely beyond the alchemy realm.

Could it be Nascent Soul Realm?

Impossible.

Those who have reached the Nascent Soul Realm are the true overlords of the world of cultivating immortals, the existence of the Supreme Master of Teaching.

Thinking of this, Xia Jisheng was on the verge of kneeling before Lin Fan, shouting, asking senior to give him alms, I, Xia Jisheng, would go through fire and water for senior.

Lin Fan did not answer the other party's words yet.

Instead, he took the map and looked at it carefully. The distance is very far. The so-called Chaozhou seems to be just a continent, but the scope is extremely vast. The territory of a hundred earths may not be able to catch up with a Chaozhou.

"Is Qingzhou fast?" Lin Fan asked.

When Xia Jisheng heard the question, he seemed a little concerned and said: "Senior, I don't know anything, but the treasure of this green boat is the treasure given by the head teacher of Yanyang Sect after my ancestors cultivated to the alchemy state. The speed is so fast that it can only Talking and laughing, the green boat has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains."

The ancestor of my family received the Qingzhou from the head teacher, sniffed at it, and gave it to the Xia family, thinking that it is a common thing for families in the world of cultivating immortals to be destroyed. The tool should be more convenient, so as to save you from being caught up.

"too slow."

Lin Fan shook his head, unwilling to waste time on the road, "I have a map, I can go by myself."

Xia Jisheng was very disappointed, it seemed that he would not be able to accompany his senior, and thinking about it, no matter what kind of magic weapon he could use to travel with his senior, he couldn't compare with him.

"Senior, please wait a moment."

Xia Jisheng left in a hurry, and when he came back, he had a letter and a token in his hand.

"Senior, Yanyang Zong is the Cultivation Sect of Immortals, please accept this token, so as not to be stalked by little ghosts, and this letter should be handed over to my ancestor of the Xia family."

It's not that Xia Jisheng has never been to Yanyangzong, he knows what's going on there better than anyone else.

As the saying goes: Little ghosts are hard to deal with.

The senior's magic power is restrained, even he can't feel the slightest bit of magic power from the senior, let alone the guard of the Yanyang sect, one by one, relying on the Yanyang sect, seeing a senior who can't fluctuate in power, wouldn't it be extremely arrogant.

If senior is angered and senior kills Yan Yangzong, then he really doesn't even have a place to cry.

After all, the ancestor of the Xia family is still the elder of the Yanyang Sect, so their Xia family's status is naturally dependent on the ancestor.

Even if Xia Jisheng didn't want to admit it, facts are facts.

"Okay, thank you." Lin Fan took the letter and token and nodded.

I don't know what kind of material the token is made of, but there is a word 'Yang' on the uneven surface.

Obviously, this token should be a status symbol of Yanyang Sect.

"Thank you very much. I have too many things to look for. When I have a chance in the future, I will definitely thank you very much." Lin Fan said seriously.

He has a lot of opinions on the will of this world, but the people living in this world are different, there are also good people and bad people.

Maybe Xia Jisheng has a lot on his mind, but he will remember it in his heart and will never forget that he can help him find his way back to everyone.

"It is an honor for the junior to help the senior."

When Xia Jisheng heard Lin Fan's words, his fiery heart beat faster. Senior actually said that he would thank me well in the future. His blood was boiling when he heard it. As long as senior is able to finish his work, something will leak between his fingers , is enough for him.

Go out of the living room and go outside.

Xia Jisheng sent it off respectfully, not knowing what supernatural powers the senior was going to display.

"Goodbye." Lin Fan said.

"Senior, let's go."

boom!

A dull sound came out, and dust rolled up on the ground.

"Pre...Senior..."

Xia Jisheng rubbed his eyes and looked into the distance, but he didn't see any sign of senior, he didn't even see the movement of senior leaving, what a magical power this must be.

"Senior, you must be a celestial being."

Xia Jisheng sighed, living in a remote city, it is really lucky for him to meet such an expert as senior by chance.

In the world of cultivating immortals, in addition to your own strength, you have to know more people. If you are lucky, you meet a certain big man, a big monk, and you are away from home. If something happens, just say, a certain big monk is From what I've known, this can often avoid a nasty battle.

When Xia Jisheng sighed, Steward Ma hurried over, "Patriarch, those casual cultivators outside want to see seniors, and they can't even drive them away."

Xia Jisheng said leisurely: "Senior has left, let them go."

He looked at the sky, thinking of his ancestors, and hoped that after reading the letter he wrote, he would be more rational and smart, so as not to ruin the good relationship he had worked so hard to forge.

...

After learning the location of Yanyangzong, he hurried on the road without any pause. The scenery of the mountains and rivers was just passing by, and he was not in the mood to look at these things.

On the road leading to Yanyangzong, there were constant roars, like thunder resounding in the air.

Some monks resting their feet trembled when they heard this sound. They didn't know what happened. When they looked up, they saw that the space above was distorted, as if something was passing by and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

They were so shocked that they thought there was a powerful fight, so they fled here one after another to avoid being affected by the remaining power.

To the powerful monks, they are like ants, inconspicuous, and they don't even look at them.

According to legend, there was a battle between two alchemy monks, the aftermath destroyed the city, and caused countless casualties. In the end, there was no winner, and they passed away. Only the broken city became the victim of their fighting skills.

In crisp green bamboo.

A man sat cross-legged, with a fairy sword floating in front of him, quietly comprehending the way of the sword.

The surrounding green bamboos seemed to be affected by the opponent's kendo, and the sharp air of each green bamboo shot straight into the sky, as if to tear the sky apart.

Sudden.

The man opened his eyes and looked up to the sky, two rays of light flickered.

"I didn't expect that there would be such a monk in the land of Chaozhou. Now I have been stuck in the late stage of alchemy for more than ten years, and I have never been able to step into the realm of Nascent Soul. It seems that the opportunity to become an infant is today."

The man landed on the fairy sword and pinched the sword formula with his fingers.

"Chase……"

call out!

The celestial sword rises and turns into a ray of light, rushing straight into the distance.

After a while.

The man stood on the fairy sword, his eyes were extremely confused, and he looked into the distance dully, unable to recover for a long time.

"Run too fast?"

He originally wanted to catch up with that fellow daoist, and then fight with him in order to find a chance to break through, but who would have thought that after chasing for a long time, he didn't even see a tail.

The situation hit him deeply.

Fortunately, he is a sword cultivator, how can such a trivial matter affect his state of mind.

"I just learned the way of swordsmanship in the green bamboo forest, why did I come here?"

"I don't know, God is talking, continue to realize the sword."

The man stepped on the fairy sword and went back the same way, fell into the bamboo forest, and continued to comprehend. As for what happened just now, he has long forgotten.

...

"Help, help..."

Lin Fan, who was on his way, felt how strong he was, and could hear even the slightest voices, but he refused to pay attention to these calls for help.

"They also called for help at the beginning, but who can save them, why do I want you to be rescued?"

Lin Fan refused to pay any attention and continued on his way.

If in the end, he still turns his head back, if his heart is as hard as a stone, he may not be the best Uncle Lin in Feifei's heart, and he may not be the friendly Xiaofan in the hearts of Professor Xia and Mr. Wang.

In the wilderness below.

In front of the three evil cultivators stood a alchemy cauldron, with raging flames burning at the bottom, and many mortals from the world of cultivating immortals were tied up around them, and the bloody cloth bag on one side was stuffed with the stumps and broken arms of mortals.

The spiritual energy in the world of cultivating immortals is sufficient, and mortals cannot cultivate because they have spiritual roots. However, with such sufficient spiritual energy, even ordinary people will accumulate stronger bodies and more blood in their flesh and blood over time.

For some normal monks, these may not be thought of.

At that time, for some evil cultivators, the flesh and blood of mortals was a great tonic, and they could get "human pills" by refining alchemy. It has also been improved.

"If we kidnap all the middle-aged men in a village, will it attract hunting?"

"Chasing and killing? Who can attract the attention of mere mortals? Let's take one place for another. Over the years, look who has chased and killed us."

"That's true. We, the evil cultivators, have some prestige so to speak, but any casual cultivator with a little brain would not dare to provoke us."

Although they are called the three handsome evil cultivators, their appearance has nothing to do with being handsome. One is uglier than the other. To be honest, with their appearance, if they go out in the middle of the night, they can scare children to death.

One of the evil cultivators picked up the sack, opened the top cover of the pill, poured the broken limbs and broken arms in the sack, and then threw the sack aside, licking the blood off his fingers, as if tasting Delicious.

Then I added some positional materials to the alchemy furnace.

"I said next time, can we not chop up mortals to pieces, you see, these limbs are really annoying." The evil cultivator who was working complained.

"Understood, who made them resist."

"Be sure to pay attention next time."

They said pay attention, but none of them cared, maybe they will do it next time, the means of evil cultivators are more bloody and cruel, and what can be broken is never guaranteed to be complete.

The mortals who were bound were trembling and looked panic-stricken, and some even peed their pants because of the fright.

suddenly.

There was a roaring sound in the air, and the startled Xiexiu Sanjun's expression changed drastically, thinking that there was a powerful monk chasing and killing him, but he was relieved to hear the sound going away, just when they thought it was all right, the roaring sound They approached again, and before they could react, a figure descended from the sky and landed steadily.

"Dare to ask who is my friend?"

Xiexiu Sanjun was very vigilant.

Lin Fan looked indifferent, glanced at Xiexiu Sanjun, and then at the bound mortal.

Didn't say any nonsense.

In an instant, he appeared in front of an evil cultivator, raised his hand, and with a click, a talisman on Xie Xiu's body shattered, and then cracks appeared on his neck, and his head fell from the neck to the ground, rolling, His eyes are round and round, and he will not rest in peace.

"ah?"

The other two evil cultivators turned pale with shock.

brush!

Lin Fan appeared in front of another evil cultivator, and saw that evil cultivator's body flying upside down, colliding with a tree in the distance, with a bang, the evil cultivator's body exploded, and flesh and blood splashed all over the ground.

"Senior, please..."

boom!

Lin Fan appeared in front of the third evil cultivator, and slapped the opponent's head in the air, blood turned into raindrops and fell on the surrounding plants.

He walked up to a mortal, untied the rope on his body, then silently glanced at them, then stood up and continued towards Yanyangzong.

After a while, the bound mortals regained their freedom. They all knelt on the ground and kowtowed in Lin Fan's direction, thanking the immortal master for saving their lives.

Yanyang sect.

Lin Fan landed at the foot of the mountain, took out the map, it was here, the sect was in the mountains, he looked into the distance, there was no sect building there, only lush green vegetation, but he could feel There are many monks exuding vigorous vitality.

It may be that Yanyangzong used some kind of blindfold to shield the existence of the sect, so that the naked eye cannot see it.

Relying on his perception, he stepped on the ground covered by green plants. As his feet fell, the green plants under his feet disappeared like phantoms, revealing the steps paved with green bricks. He knew that everything was a deception.

So walking up the steps step by step, the surrounding scenery is constantly changing.

After a while.

He reached a certain position, and the truth in front of him appeared.

A large group of magnificent buildings appeared in his sight.

This is the Yanyang Sect.