The Heaven’s Jailer

"Do you dare to talk to me like this?"

Luo Fuchen was unbelievable.

He is the fourth elder of the Luo Clan, and the Luo Clan is the core star field, one of the three top powerful clans, an unshakable existence in the eyes of the world.

"Is there any problem? The times are different. Don't always look high."

Fan Jia pouted and said.

"you wanna die!"

Luo Fuchen couldn't stretch it anymore. He originally rushed to the Fan Clan, but Fan Clan rushed out halfway. Therefore, he decided to solve Fan Clan together.

"Everyone!"

However, just now, he had fought with Fan Jia, knowing Fan Jia's strength, and fighting it alone would definitely not take advantage.

Therefore, Luo Fuchen waved his hand and prepared to adopt the crowded tactics.

However, his tactics have not yet played out, Fan Jia has already taken the lead.

"It's you who are looking for death!"

As a half-step **** king, the **** king does not have the slightest scruples not to leave Fan Jiadang.

His arms shook, and the power of the demigod surged out.

Luo Fuchen's raised arm instantly froze in place.

"boom!"

Before everyone had reacted, Fan Jia's palm had already been photographed above Luo Fuchen's head.

This is a palm with no extra effort.

"boom!"

After a blast, Luo Fuchen, the fourth elder of the Luo clan in the pinnacle of the Holy Lord, turned into a cloud of blood mist in an instant, drifting away with the wind.

"hiss……"

The ninety holy masters of the Luo family who wanted to step forward were all frightened. No one dared to take a step forward, and some even began to retreat subconsciously.

The Vaticans went up and down, even more shocked.

Although they had experienced Fan Jia's cruelty a long time ago, they didn't expect that Fan Jia would still dare to die in the face of the top strong Luo family.

With the death of Luo Fuchen, the fourth elder of the Luo clan, Liang Zi of the Luo clan and the Yu clan alliance completely took over. In the foreseeable future, a great battle might be inevitable.

"Four elders of the Luo Clan, can't help but fight?"

At the same time, Fan Jia, as the person involved, retracted his palm and frowned.

In all fairness, he didn't want Luo Fuchen's life, after all, there is a Luo clan behind Luo Fuchen, and the Luo clan has the power of the **** king realm.

So, just now, Fan Jia only used five minutes of effort.

In his opinion, Luo Fuchen must be able to hide or carry it, but the reality is that Luo Fuchen neither hides nor carries it.

Just like that, I was slapped to death.

"Could it be that my strength has improved again?"

Fan Jia hasn't moved his hands since the last time he touched the Vatican patriarch. During this time, he followed Liu Lang's instructions and practiced painstakingly. It has been more than half a year.

Half a year plus half a year means that he has practiced those two Heaven-defying techniques for more than a year.

"What do you mean, want to bury your four elders?"

Glancing at the ninety saints of the Luo family, Fan Jia asked suspiciously.

"This……"

Those ninety holy masters, look at me and I look at you, and for a while, I don’t know what to do.

"If you don't want to die, just go back and forth quickly, right?"

Fan Jia waved his hand and said impatiently.

The same thing, Fan Jia also told Luo Fuchen, but Luo Fuchen didn't listen, and in the end he didn't even leave a corpse.

A lesson from the past, the 90 saint masters of the Luo nationality were stunned and scattered.

"Master Fan, Luo Fuchen is the fourth elder of the Luo Clan. He is dead, and the Luo Clan is afraid that he won't let it go."

Seeing that the saint master of the Luo clan had gone clean, Fan Jian, the head of the Vatican clan, approached Fan Jia and said with a headache.

Luo Fuchen died in the Vatican City, and the Luo clan's revenge must also be coming towards the Vatican. It is impossible for him not to have a headache.

"What if I won't let it go, I will live in Vatican City and wait for him to come."

Fan Jia knew what Fanjian was worried about. He glanced at the direction where the Holy Master of the Luo tribe was leaving, and said righteously.

"If that's the case, that's the best."

Hearing that Fan Jia was about to stay in the Vatican City, Fan Jian was somewhat relieved, but when he thought that the Supreme Elder Luo Fengnian of the Vatican was in the Divine King Realm, his heart hung again.

He admitted that the Fan family is very light, and Fan Jia as the patriarch is stronger, but no matter how strong it is, it will not change the fact that Fan Jia is only the Holy Lord.

If the Luo family elder Luo Feng came to the door in the next year, it would still be more fortunate.

But Fan Jian can't say that Fan Jia has taken the initiative to stay in the city to carry thunder for the Vatican. He has to say no more, and the Vatican will get even colder when they pat their buttocks away.

"Let's take one step at a time!"

Now, I can only hope that the fourth elder Luo Fuchen's status in the Luo clan is not high, so that the Luo clan will not dispatch the elder Luo Fengnian.

As long as Luo Feng does not come out in the next year, all problems will not be a problem.

"Master Fan, you live in my patriarch's mansion!"

Fan Clan was a life-saving straw, and Fan Jian did not dare to neglect, so he immediately took Fan Jia and the more than a dozen holy masters of Fan Clan to the Patriarch's Mansion in the center of Van City.

Fan Jian himself moved out of the Patriarch's Mansion.

Many people from the Vatican have withdrawn.

There was Fan’s holy lord in front of him. Fan Jia waved his hand and said, "You guys go and rest too!"

"Yes!"

Although the Fan's holy masters were a little nervous, Fan Jia always said one thing in the Fan's family, and others did not dare to say more. Soon, the dozen or so holy masters were withdrawn.

When only himself was left in the house, Fan Jia waved his hand to place a restraint, and then took out the sound transmission tool that directly led to Yucheng.

Transsion soon connected.

"Master Yu, I got into trouble!"

No longer as calm and calm as before, Fan Jia swallowed and spit.

"Causing trouble? What is causing trouble?" Liu Lang, who was hundreds of millions of miles away, asked suspiciously.

"I killed Luo Fuchen, the fourth elder of the Luo clan."

Fan Jia said honestly.

In front of the Fan Clan and the Fan Clan's Holy Lord, he showed fearlessness, but in fact, his heart was flustered. The Luo Clan, one of the three top powerful clans, had the Luo Clan with the power of God King.

First of all, his strength cannot be compared with the Luo God King. Secondly, one of his mistakes is likely to trigger a fierce conflict between the Luo and the Feather League, completely disrupting the original plan of the Feather League. .

If it weren't for the fact that Yucheng was too far away, Fan Jia would definitely be guilty of the crime.

"The Luo family? The Luo family, one of the top three strong clans?"

The next moment, Liu Lang's voice came from the sound transmission tool.

"Yes, that's the Luo family."

Fan Jia confirmed, and explained: "I didn't intend to kill Luo Fuchen, but Luo Fuchen was too weak. I slapped him lightly and he died."

"People are inherently dead, and they will die sooner or later. If you kill Luo Fuchen, it is also a relief for Luo Fuchen."

Fan Jia waited for Liu Lang's reprimand, but Liu Lang's response was calm and calm.

"Don't you ask about the cause and effect?"

Liu Lang's reaction was far beyond Fan Jia's expectations, and Fan Jia was somewhat dazed.