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Lu Fan did not find soul poison in these people's bodies, which made him puzzled.
In fact, he didn't know that even within the Four Sacred Sects, the number of soul seeds is already very small, and the number of soul cultivators is even pitifully small. After all, the carrier of the soul poison, the Holy Master, has been sealed for tens of thousands of years .
After the old man arranged everything, he urged his disciples to continue on their way.
However, Lu Fan did not leave.
Here is in the barren hills, it is a good place to kill people.
The old man soon discovered Lu Fan's abnormality.
"Little peasant, don't play tricks, be honest! Go!" He threatened with a fierce look in his eyes.
"No need! It's a good place to send you off with beautiful mountains and green waters here!" Lu Fan said calmly standing on the spot.
"Made! You are looking for death!" In order to avoid leaking the news, the old man wanted to fly back to the sect immediately, but Lu Fan dared to sing against him here and threatened them, which made the old man very angry.
However, he didn't take Lu Fan's words seriously at all.
In his opinion, Lu Fan is already a piece of meat on his lips, and he can't make any big waves anymore.
"Tie him up and carry him away!" The old man ordered directly to the doorman without even looking at Lu Fan.
There were eighteen of them, and it was too easy to carry a small farmer.
Immediately, four disciples stepped out, holding the rope, and walking towards Lu Fan.
Lu Fan snorted coldly, raised his hand and swiped forward four times randomly, and saw four thicker and sharper wind blades than before suddenly formed, piercing through the four ancient warriors instantly at lightning speed.
Those four people didn't even have time to hum, they were split in half, blood and internal organs flowed all over the floor.
The forest suddenly fell silent.
The old man and the others froze on the spot as if they had seen a ghost.
No one expected that this little farmer would be so perverted that he could easily kill four high-ranking Xuan-level powerhouses with four random swipes.
What's more, the method was so vicious that it actually split the person in half.
"The transformation of internal force? How is this possible? You are also an earth-level powerhouse?" The old man's face was filled with horror.
The methods Lu Fan showed almost scared him to death.
He was certain in his heart that the little peasant in front of him must be a strong man of the land rank, and at least above the middle rank of the land rank. With his low-level strength, he can't stop the opponent at all.
"What is a strong earth-level person?" Lu Fan sneered disdainfully.
"What?" The old man and the surrounding disciples were taken aback again.
Small peasants don't even pay attention to those who are powerful? Is he a heavenly rank?
However, how could there be such a young and powerful man?
The old man and the others were a little confused.
However, regardless of whether the small peasants are strong in the ground or in the sky, they can be easily killed. They are not the opponents of the small peasants at all.
Thinking of this, his Adam's apple rolled with difficulty.
However, he didn't lose his footing, because he still had a trump card in his hand - the ancient curse.
Anyone who falls under this curse, once urged by the caster, no matter what his cultivation level is, will lose any resistance in an instant, and will directly become a sheep, ready to be slaughtered.
As for why there is such an effect, the old man is not clear, these are also what the elders told them when they taught the spell.
"Go up together, block him for a while!" The old man ordered without hesitation.
At the same time, he sat cross-legged on the ground, pinched out his fingers quickly with both hands, and began to silently recite incantations.
After looking at each other, the disciples of the Four Sacred Sects around had no choice but to suppress the fear in their hearts and rushed towards Lu Fan.
The tall and thin man on the side secretly took out the satellite phone and dialed the number
The distance between the two sides was very close, so there was no need to use other means at all. The disciples of the Four Sacred Sects swung their weapons directly and slashed at Lu Fan, which was completely a hand-to-hand style of play.
"Melee combat? Very good!" Lu Fan grinned, "It's just a good time to try how strong the sixth level of Qi Condensation is!"
He clenched his fist and blasted towards the nearest disciple of the Four Sacred Sects without any fanfare.
The bowl-sized fist was extremely fast, and there were bursts of blasting sounds tearing the air along the way, full of momentum.
If you observe carefully, you can find that there is a layer of light blue lines on the surface of his fist strangely. This line is like the scales of some kind of strange beast, shining like gold and iron.sp; The old man opened his eyes immediately, staring at the little farmer coldly with a vicious expression.
He is waiting for the other party's curse to occur.
The little peasant still folded his arms and stared at him with an idiot-like gaze, as if he thought his chanting was silly.
However, the old man didn't care and still sat cross-legged. It seemed to him that the little farmer was about to kneel before him and beg for mercy.
He slightly raised his head, waiting quietly, waiting to see the other party's pain.
In the woods, strangely fell into a brief silence.
A minute passed.
Two minutes passed.
Five minutes passed
Until more than 20 minutes later, the little peasant was still standing in front of the old man with a ruddy complexion, still staring at him like an idiot.
The old man finally realized that something was wrong, and his heart suddenly became tense.
He swallowed his saliva from time to time, his lips were dry and cracked, his brows were wrinkled into iron bumps, and the cold sweat dripped down his forehead even more.
"How could this be?" He murmured in panic, "Could it be that the spell was wrong?"
However, he also clearly sensed the cold breath just now, which means that the mantra was not wrong!
Why didn't the little peasant respond?
The tall and thin man on the side also realized that something was wrong.
"My lord, could I have made a mistake? The heart of the Holy Lord may not be on the little peasant!" He whispered.
The old man's face was full of depression, and he didn't know how to answer for a while. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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