Leisurely cultivating life

Chapter 95 Yin Boya

Jin Qicheng.

Zhen Depang is facing life and death threats.

A shout resounded through the entire city.

"you dare!!!"

Followed by a dark yellow pagoda, suspended above Zhen Depang's head, a curtain of light descended.

"~~~"

Ripples swayed on the light curtain, and a transparent flying sword appeared under the light curtain.

Not far from the big pit, a middle-aged figure appeared, with a gloomy face.

Zhou Fan landed from the sky, staring at him intently.

"Eldest brother, if you slow down, the younger brother's life will be lost!" Zhen Depang cried, looking at the ripples outside the light curtain, feeling palpitations.

Just a little bit, just a little bit, I will not see the sun of tomorrow.

"Don't worry, brother, everything is under the control of brother." Zhou Fan smiled and comforted Zhen Depang who was a little panicked.

"This is also under the control of senior brother?" Zhen Depang stretched out his fat trembling hand with a suspicious expression on his face, pointing at the middle-aged man in the distance.

Zhou Fan stared at the middle-aged man silently and snorted coldly.

"Tell me who is behind it, and I can make you die quickly. Now, you have ten seconds!"

Standing with his hands behind his back, his spiritual thoughts radiated out.

One second, two seconds, three seconds, four...

"Um!!"

A clear light flashed between his brows, and Zhou Fan clearly saw nine transparent long swords attacking him silently in the void.

If it weren't for the warning from the sky eye, the consequences would be unpredictable.

Invisible flying sword? ?
That must be the addition of stone powder, the ordinary invisible flying sword can't hide from his own induction.

The greatest value of the Invisible Flying Sword is the word 'invisibility', which hides from the cultivator's spiritual sense perception until the attack is on the body, and then it is known, but unfortunately everything is over at this time.

It is indeed an indispensable magic weapon for assassination and insidious people, and it is hard to guard against.

"It seems that you will not die until the Yellow River, Junior Brother, back off."

Standing with his hands behind his back, Zhou Fan shook his head, stretched out his hand, and a ray of thunder jumped on his fingertips, flashing, spreading in all directions.

Zhen Depang, who was covered by the Linglong Tower, heard the words, and flashed out without hesitation.

In the blink of an eye, Zhou Fan's surroundings became a sea of ​​thunder, and the figure standing in it was like the legendary god of thunder, resplendent and invincible.

The nine invisible flying swords that struck at extreme speed were stopped by the flashing thunder, and suddenly stopped in the void.

The Divine Sword Yulei Zhenjue, which was deduced by Zhou Fan in the morning, has been deduced by Zhou Fan more than a dozen times with the Dayan Pearl, and its power is not the same as the original version.

The sea of ​​thunder changes, and a sharp sword light appears in the void. At this time, the golden crow has disappeared, and the jade rabbit is rising in the east. With the light of the moon, the blade of the sword is reflected, the sky is blue and vast, and there are thunders jumping from time to time, which is daunting. .

"Tell me, should I be happy or happy that I can let you, the golden core who is close to the transformation of the god, be able to greet you like this with nine invisible flying swords."

Zhou Fan smiled and said.

"It's this time, you still haven't said anything, but you are very loyal to your master."

"I'm only here for money, not for life. As long as you hand over the empty mace, I'll leave immediately." The middle-aged man said in a hoarse voice.

"Empty mace??"

What is this stuff, do I have it?Zhou Fan fell into deep thought.

"Master Zhou was just joking. In the Xingyu Mountain Range of Huiyang Prefecture, you, Mr. Zhou, killed the big demon Baikong with great force. There was a lot of rumors about it at the beginning."

"Green Gold Mace!!"

Zhou Fan remembered that Bai Kong's big mace was called Kongsha mace, but he was used to calling it Qingjin big mace.

"Then you also know my identity!" Zhou Fan looked at it playfully...Damn, what about the name.

"Hey, you haven't told me your name yet? I won't kill nameless ghosts with my sword!"

This sudden change of tone caused the middle-aged man to hold his breath in his chest, unable to vomit.

Subconsciously said his name, "Yin Boya!"

Thinking that Zhou Fan used some demonic technique, Yin Boya said a little annoyed, "Disciple Yuxu, a high-ranking disciple, is nothing more than that, let's hand over the Kongsha mace."

As soon as the words fell, his figure changed into an illusion, like a ghost traveling in the dark night, a light red invisible flame net appeared from the darkness, rushing towards Zhou Fan in all directions.

It is an eternal truth to act first to be strong, and to attack later to suffer disaster.

The red net Zhou Fan knew that the magic weapon made from the spider silk spit out by the poisonous flame golden spider was also highly poisonous.

Zhou Fan shook his head, too lazy to talk, the sea of ​​thunder floated, and strands of thunder light instantly enveloped the spider web flying in midair.

The thunder light appeared, and the spider web was instantly reduced to ashes, but Zhou Fan frowned, looked at the corner of the street, and said softly.

"Good posture."

Yin Boya looked at the place where he stood before in horror.

At this moment, he has already fallen into a sword net composed of sharp sword lights, and the gloomy cold light is refreshing.

"Aren't you just in the middle stage of Daoist foundation?" Yin Boya looked at Zhou Fan with a gloomy expression.

The reason why he dared to tease Zhou Fan was because he thought that Zhou Fan could use the Dao foundation to rebel against the gods by relying on the mysterious yellow-skinned gourd.

This is not surprising, the top sect bestows heavy treasures to protect the disciples, what's more, an ordinary person with no cultivation can hold heavy treasures, which can kill Huashen and Yuanshen.

Before coming, he had already prepared the magic weapon for protection.

But now, Zhou Fan has such power based on his own cultivation alone, and he can break through the golden net of poisonous flames that he has worked so hard to obtain almost instantly.

So powerful, completely beyond imagination!
"Zhou Fan, if you leave, aren't you afraid that something will happen to your junior sister?"

Thinking of Zhou Fan and the mysterious yellow-skinned gourd, Yin Boya's eyes flickered, and dozens of crimson lights flew out of his hand, and he was about to get back.

This shot is the trump card in the bottom of the box.

Sulfur and poisonous thunder.

The poisonous sulfur thunder is refined by collecting the evil spirit that has accumulated in the ground for many years. This kind of poisonous flame is extremely difficult to mine.

But once it is refined into thunder beads, which are designed to break monks' magical weapons, once the real body is hit, the real body will be mutilated at least, or killed on the spot at worst.

Great value.

The moment the poisonous sulfur thunder flew out, Yin Boya's figure curled up with a light red light, ready to leave and come back next time.

"Go to the underworld and ask the person who reported you!"

The corner of Zhou Fan's mouth twitched, and he stretched out his hand to point. The Qingfeng sword in the sea of ​​thunder rushed towards Yin Boya with thunder light.

Feeling the terrifying chill behind him, Yin Boya's heart was shattered, blood gushed out of his body, and he was about to fly through the air.

The method of blood escape, which consumes one's own blood to increase the speed, is a forbidden technique and should not be used easily.

Between lightning and flint, a fierce sword of thunder and light swept across, passing through Yin Boya's body.

There was still a trace of joy of escape in the eyes of Fei Zong's figure, and his body turned into flying ash in mid-air, floating into the air.

All things are born to support people, and people have nothing to repay the sky.

The monk seizes the inspiration from the world, nourishes his body, seeks good fortune, looks at the road to immortality, and after his death, there is nothing left.

Zhou Fan was inexplicably emotional.

While thinking, the sea of ​​thunder flickered, and within a few breaths, it turned into a sword of thunder and light, swimming around Zhou Fan like a fish.

So unspiritual!
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