Gou in the world of comprehension

Chapter 570 There is no way, there are too many of them

Just as Su Fan knocked away the mid-stage Nascent Soul monk from the Ghost Clan, another Nascent Soul cultivator from the Ghost Clan roared and rushed to Su Fan's side.

There was a "pop", and before the other party could take action, Su Fan grabbed his neck.

"Ouch..."

Su Fan looked up to the sky and roared loudly, then lifted up the huge demonic body of the Ghost Clan monk, which was nearly a hundred feet tall, and then slammed it to the ground.

With a loud "bang", the Ghost Clan Nascent Soul cultivator hit the ground head first, and his huge head was instantly smashed to pieces.

This Yuanying monk of the ghost tribe was even worse. He couldn't even resist a confrontation and was thrown to death by Su Fan.

The opponent's Nascent Soul sprang out with a "whoosh" sound, and before it could escape from this place, it was swept away by a sword light wrapped in purple thunder.

Several other Nascent Soul monks from the Ghost Clan also rushed over like moths to a flame, but they were all beaten to death by Su Fan in the most primitive way.

Su Fan killed several Nascent Soul cultivators of the Ghost Clan in a row, almost all of them fatal with one blow.

Moreover, the whole process was completed in the blink of an eye like lightning, even before other Ghost Clan monks could react.

Seeing several of his compatriots die in Su Fan's hands in the blink of an eye, Duan Lun suddenly realized something was wrong.

This kid's current state doesn't look like someone who has just broken through to the realm of Yuanying. The strength exuded from him, even if he is a great monk in the late stage of Yuanying, is nothing more than this.

"Everyone use your magical powers, don't rush over and fight him head-on..."

Following its cry, the other Ghost Clan monks all gave up the idea of ​​rushing over, and activated their magical powers to smash through it overwhelmingly.

Su Fan's most primitive and ferocious fighting style just now shocked the Nascent Soul monks of the Ghost Clan.

This kid is still a human race after all. It’s almost enough to say that he is an ancient ferocious beast.

Although Su Fan killed several Nascent Soul monks from the Ghost Clan, no one thought that this kid could escape their encirclement.

After all, there are three late-stage Nascent Soul monks and dozens of middle-stage and early-stage Nascent Soul monks from the clan gathered here. No matter how powerful this kid is, can he still withstand the siege of so many people?

Facing the overwhelming magical powers hitting him, Su Fan smiled coldly.

His eyes narrowed, and the tiny little person inside his body suddenly opened his eyes, and a manic and hot breath rushed out of his body in an instant.

There was a "boom".

As soon as the extremely hot Yang Jisha rushed out of Su Fan's body, it instantly held up a red shield and enveloped him.

Before breaking through to the Nascent Soul realm, he had rarely used the magical power "Yang Sha Divine Fire Shield" due to his strength.

Now he is the Nascent Soul True Monarch. As his realm increases, the power of his supernatural powers also increases geometrically.

Especially at this moment, his strength has increased by a whole level, and the protective power of the "Yang Sha Divine Fire Shield" has increased countless times.

Moreover, the "Yang Evil Divine Fire Shield" composed of Yang Ji Earth Demon has a mutually reinforcing effect on the negative magical powers of the Ghost Clan. It can burn all kinds of negative magical powers of the Ghost Clan, greatly reducing the power of these magical powers.

Therefore, even though dozens of Yuanying monks from the Ghost Clan activated their magical powers, the "Yang Sha Divine Fire Shield" was unable to resist this wave of magical powers.

"Ouch..."

Su Fan looked up to the sky and roared, then rushed out with the "Yang Sha Divine Fire Shield" on his head.

With his thoughts in mind, he already had a jet-black magic sword more than ten feet long in his hand, and then he used his right foot as the axis to swing the sword in a full circle.

"Whirlwind……"

I saw a flash of sword light, and the violent fierce wind around me suddenly rose out of thin air, and everything within a radius of several hundred feet was swept up wildly.

The sharp sword light carried an extremely cold murderous aura, and the situation in the world changed wherever it passed.

The entire world was shaken by this violent hurricane, shaking violently, as if it would collapse and shatter at any time.

"No...everyone retreat..."

Duan Lun shouted, and the person disappeared on the spot. Even if he did not shout this voice, other Nascent Soul monks of the Ghost Clan were also aware of the crisis.

Almost everyone knows that this sword is too brutal and cannot be resisted forcefully.

Although these Nascent Soul cultivators from the Ghost Tribe fled one after another or used powerful protective magic weapons, some of them still had no time to take countermeasures.

"Pfft... pfft..."

With a flash of sword light, more than a dozen Nascent Soul cultivators from the Ghost Tribe were cut in half. The Nascent Souls in their bodies sprang out one after another, but were instantly pierced by a sword light wrapped in purple thunder.

Seeing each and every one of their kind die under Su Fan's sword, Duan Lun and others' eyes turned red. This also aroused their ferocious nature, and they all rushed towards Su Fan without fear of death.

Duan Lun activated his escape technique and appeared next to Su Fan in an instant. He picked up a thick leg bone more than ten feet long and smashed it down.

There was a "bang" sound.

Su Fan struck the thick leg bone with a sharp sword, and Duan Lun felt a huge force transfer from the leg bone to his hand.

His hands went numb, and the thick leg bone flew away from his hands, but the incomparably huge force still knocked him back dozens of steps. .

"Puff".

Duan Lun spat out a mouthful of blood, and his huge demonic body shook a few times before he stabilized his body and did not let himself fall.

At this time, there were several Yuanying monks from the Ghost Clan, and one of them, a late Yuanying monk, had already rushed to Su Fan's side.

At this moment, he had just chopped off Duan Lun's thick leg bone, and before he could adjust his body shape, it was already too late to think of the sword again.

"Xiongshan relies on..."

Su Fan stamped his feet fiercely, and a shadow of an ancient blue bear rose into the sky. His huge figure hit the late Nascent Soul cultivator of the Ghost Clan.

"Boom..."

The two huge demonic bodies collided heavily, like sparks hitting the earth, making an earth-shattering muffled sound.

The late Nascent Soul cultivator of the Ghost Clan felt as if he had been hit hard by a sledgehammer. He was instantly knocked up by a mighty force like a mountain.

Su Fan also felt uncomfortable. After all, he was a great monk in the late Yuanying stage of the Ghost Clan, and his physical strength had reached the ultimate level of Yuanying.

In other words, Su Fan had just improved his level by a whole level with the help of the Witch God, or he would have been smashed to pieces.

At this time, a ghost tribe Nascent Soul monk who rushed from the side had already rushed to Su Fan's side. He endured the severe pain in his body and resisted an attack from the opponent.

His figure was knocked crooked by the blow, lightning flashed under his feet, and his figure instantly appeared in front of the late Nascent Soul cultivator of the Ghost Clan. Before the opponent could even hit the ground, he slashed him down with a fierce sword. "brush……"

An extremely cold sword light suddenly fell from the sky, and the whole world seemed to be split in half. The sharp sword light whizzed down with a harsh whistle.

The late Nascent Soul cultivator of the Ghost Clan was also very good. He threw out a black bone talisman with a wave of his hand, and instantly turned into a bone shield several feet high to block his body.

"Boom..."

The bone shield was instantly chopped into pieces by Su Fan's sword. The sharp sword light was delayed for a moment, but it was still slashed down with a roar.

"puff……"

The sharp sword light left a deep sword mark on the body of the late Nascent Soul cultivator of the Ghost Clan, and sent it flying hundreds of feet away before falling heavily to the ground.

At this time, more than ten Yuanying monks from the Ghost Clan had already rushed around Su Fan.

"Pure World Red Lotus..."

His eyes suddenly condensed, and with him as the center, an extremely hot aura popped out of his body and shot out to the surroundings.

Facing the sudden scorching halo, the several Ghost Clan Nascent Soul monks who rushed at the front were immediately knocked upside down and flew away.

The extremely hot anode penetrated into their bodies pervasively, and several Ghost Clan Yuanying monks were burned from the inside out. Their skin and carapace suddenly turned into dry ash, and even their internal organs were completely destroyed.

"Rotten Bone Poison Mist..."

Although the other Yuanying monks of the ghost clan avoided the hot halo, with a buzzing sound, a jet of black poisonous mist crazily overflowed from Su Fan.

In an instant, the surrounding area of ​​several hundred feet was enveloped, and the rapidly spreading dark poisonous mist rolled crazily towards the surrounding area.

"Nine Nether Underworld Rain..."

The originally clear sky was instantly shrouded in dark clouds.

In the blink of an eye, the dark clouds were like thousands of galloping troops, rolling past the sky at high speed.

Dark clouds surged and heavy rain poured down. Raindrops the size of rice grains were like huge rocks, smashing huge pits into the ground.

"Bone-eroding Yin Wind Scroll..."

An extremely cold and cold storm rolled up wildly, and the sand, dust and rubble on the ground were instantly thrown into the air and turned into powder and dispersed in the wind.

The violent extremely cold wind roared crazily around the surroundings, whizzing past several Ghost Clan Nascent Soul cultivators in an instant.

It was as if a layer of their skin and carapace had been peeled off, and a cold breath penetrated into their bodies, making them feel as if their souls were frozen.

"The God-killing Soul-Crying Technique..."

"The killing curse..."

"Nine poles of continuous slashing..."

"Nine Strength Bone Transformation Hands..."

Su Fan operated as fiercely as a tiger, and used various spells and magical powers as if they were free of charge.

As the sword light flashed, the phantoms of ancient monsters rose into the sky. Of the dozens of Yuanying monks from the Ghost Clan, only less than ten were left standing.

Even several Nascent Soul monks at the Earth Demon Clan base were taken away by him in one wave.

The remaining Nascent Soul cultivators of the Ghost Clan, including three late Nascent Soul cultivators and several mid-Nascent Soul cultivators, were all scarred.

Su Fan was not having a good time either. There was almost nothing good about him.

No way, there are too many of them.

A group of Nascent Soul cultivators from the Ghost Tribe who didn't want Bilian not only fought with him in gangs, but even fought with him head-on by exchanging lives for lives. It was considered good that he was still standing now.

Su Fan finally saw that these Nascent Soul cultivators from the Ghost Clan were ready to risk their lives, and they would kill him no matter what the price was.

"You have to speed up, the time is almost up..."

At this time, a distant and indifferent voice came to Su Fan's ears.

The wizard god's reminder also made Su Fan tremble. It was only now that he realized the seriousness of the problem.

Even though he is so powerful, that is not his real strength.

He can't delay any longer. Once the violent period reaches the time limit, his strength will drop sharply. By then, let alone facing three great monks in the late Yuanying stage, even the early Yuanying stage will not be able to defeat them.

At this moment, Duan Lun on the opposite side was breathing heavily. It was also seriously injured. It was almost cut in half by Su Fan's sword just now. If it hadn't been for the life-saving magic weapon at the bottom of the box, it would have been killed long ago. The dead can no longer die.

It never expected that this kid would be so ferocious. So many of his fellow tribesmen surrounded him and tried to kill him, but they didn't even kill him. Instead, they got in with dozens of tribesmen.

Not only him, but other Yuanying monks from the Ghost Clan also had solemn expressions on their faces.

In the past, they often looked down upon the human monks. In the eyes of the ghost monks, the human monks were their two-legged sheep.

Who would have thought that there would be such a pervert among the human race, a monster-like figure.

Everyone had the same thought in their hearts, that is, no matter what today, no matter what the price, they must kill this kid.

Once he escapes this time, it will be fine when he fully grows up in the future.

At this time, Su Fan also thought of going with them. None of the remaining Nascent Soul monks from the Ghost Clan could get out of here alive.

His time was running out and he had to fight quickly.

Su Fan took a deep breath, and together with the thoughts, a trace of evil thoughts suddenly appeared in his heart, and it took over his mind in an instant.

Others who practice Taoism are afraid of giving birth to inner demons, and do everything possible to prevent the emergence of inner demons.

But Su Fan took the initiative to elicit demonic thoughts countless times and gave birth to inner demons in his mind. Anyway, there was no one left.

Especially at this time, he is in a demonic state and is already violent and violent. Once the inner demon breeds, he will be several times more violent than when the inner demon was born in the past.

"Aww..."

The evil thoughts in his mind also made Su Fan even more manic. There seemed to be endless grief and anger in his heart, and he had the urge to destroy everything in front of him.

kill……

(End of this chapter)