When Chu Fan saw Tian Feng and others about to walk out of the sect protection formation, he immediately sent a message to stop everyone's thoughts. This time it was not the attack of more than a hundred Luohong Sect cultivators. Even if he was not afraid of the hundreds of Fengshen Valley cultivators, even if the Yuanling powerhouses fought, even if he could not protect Tian Feng and others...

Seeing nearly a hundred cultivators killed instantly, Hua Tian's face fusion and his body was sacrificed without reservation. He shouted angrily: "Who are you? How dare you interfere in the affairs of my Fengshen Valley?"

Chu Fan looked at the Yinzhi monk standing not far ahead, and the Jiuli Bell was sacrificed. At the same time, the Qiankun Realm was swelling to the extreme, and sneered: "If you don't change your name or your surname, you are Grandpa Chu Fan, but what is your Fengshen Valley?"

Hua Tian was stunned at first, then squinted his eyes and sneered, "Chu Fan? Are you that Chu Fan?"

Chu Fan raised his lips lightly, and he squinted his eyes and sneered: "It's your grandfather Chu, but where are you the grandson who came out of you? Grandpa, I don't remember having you, a terrible grandson."

Hua Tian's expression suddenly became cold and murderous intent was everywhere. As the eldest grandson of the Fengshen Valley, he was not very qualified, but was born with a arrogant attitude higher than everyone else. In the sect, whether in the past or now, he was not a well-behaved existence, who dared to insult himself like this?

Unexpectedly, before he could speak, Chu Fan hushed again, and immediately looked like he realized something suddenly, and laughed: "Oh, you are Huatian, right? Wenqian, we have raised a dog before, and it seems that it is Huatian. Look at the one in front of us?"

Zhang Rong originally had no good impression of Chu Fan. Not to mention that the male prostitute and thief who were so greasy and full of mouths, she looked so handsome, but she was not a good thing. She seduced and harmed women from good families a lot, but she didn't expect that when she heard this, she couldn't help but hilariously, and she held back her smile and was about to cry.

Xi Wenqian's pretty face turned red, and she did not respond to Chu Fan's words.

Hua Tian was so humiliated in a short moment. He immediately became furious and said angrily, "Chu Fan, you dare to be arrogant in front of me. Do you believe it or not and make the lives behind you worse than death after killing you?"

Chu Fan sneered and said indifferently: "If the old turtle behind you said this, I would be afraid of it. Unfortunately, you little turtle, forget it."

Hua Tianqi laughed so hard that he didn't intend to quarrel anymore. Before he even sacrificed his magic weapon, he raised his hand and transformed into a Yuanling magic method to condense into an immortal Yuan and grabbed Chu Fan.

Chu Fan snorted coldly. It was not the first time he had fought with a cultivator in the Yuanling realm. The moment Hua Tian took action, he knew that even though this guy was in the late Yuanling realm, he was still a little worse than Long Batian. He was able to kill Long Batian in the middle of Qiankun. He was already in the late Qiankun stage and was really not afraid of the garbage Hua Tian.

Seeing that the other party had not even sacrificed his magic weapon, he used the Yuan Ling Dharma to transform into a fairy-yuan hand to grab him, Chu Fan sneered in his heart. This guy could just grab himself in his hand and kill him because his cultivation was higher than him. If the other party did not look down on him, Chu Fan might be under a lot of pressure to face the two Yuan Ling cultivators, but the other party looked down on him so much at the beginning. Chu Fan naturally wanted to let this conceited garbage know what regret is.

Chengying immediately sacrificed it, and a sharp sword intent suddenly burst out, and light green ripples spread around like wave patterns.

With a sword coming out, the sunset in the long river!

Above a river of hundreds of feet, thousands of light green sword patterns are like ripples, the river of heaven is like nine heavens hanging upside down, and the scorching sun rises in the sky, the sword river falls tragically in the sky, and the lonely smoke rises in the desert under your feet.

The lonely smoke in the desert is straight, the sun sets in the long river is round, the old vines and trees are heartbroken, and the heartbreaking people are at the end of the world!

The sun sets in the long river, the blue sword rainbow is coming tragically, falling from the nine heavens, moving forward.

The yellow sand was rising under his feet, Hua Tian looked dazed, as if the scenes he had walked along the way were vivid in his mind, and there were souls roaring in his ears, pale faces rushed towards him, and the female cultivators who died tragically at his hands.

An extreme discomfort surged from the bottom of his heart, causing a hint of fear to rise in Huatian's heart.

No... This is an illusion, this is not the real world, it shouldn't be like this...

In fear, Hua Tian suddenly woke up, sweating all over, and suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood. At this moment, he realized that he was facing the first person to climb the small fairy spirit tower, the terrifying monk who killed Xiaoyaojin, the first genius disciple of Yanyun Mountain, and the celestial guy who was still safe and sound under the pursuit of Mu Ziming and Duan Qingji.

"Bang...boom boom boom..."

Chu Fan's sword, the long river of sunset hit the opponent's immortal Yuan hand, making a series of dull sound explosions. For a moment, the immortal Yuan shot and the blue-patterned sword arc splashed. Under this impact, the surrounding space was squeezed by the terrifying torrent, and the entire space suddenly contracted, as if the space collapsed.

Under this blow, Hua Tian felt even more stuffy in his chest, and he flew backwards and sprayed a mouthful of blood in the air.

Hua Tian's heart sank in the air. He didn't know that he shouldn't be contemptuous, otherwise how could he suffer such a big loss?

With just one move, Hua Tian knew that no wonder this guy named Chu Fan had such a reputation and could reach the small fairy spirit tower. He was just a little worse than himself in the late stage of Qiankun.

Seeing this, hundreds of monks in Fengshen Valley's faces changed drastically and retreated one after another. Such a terrifying space collapse was obviously not something that the monks under Qiankun could resist. Even the other Yuanling cultivator looked extremely shocked. This is really just the strength that a monk in Qiankun can possess?

But before Hua Tian could react, a crisis of death surged into his heart, causing his body to become cold, and he saw a dazzling golden fingerprint in the void slashing through the void and suddenly shot in.

A designated reincarnation!

There are seven fingers in the cycle of reincarnation, and Chu Fan has mastered the third one. Even if he still cannot obtain the essence of Taoist rhyme, he is definitely not something that ordinary monks can stop him.

The mind was shocked, and a breath of death in the cycle of reincarnation was born from the mind, as if the heaven and earth were trapped in a state of reincarnation. With that finger, he was like an ant in the heaven and earth, teaching you to enter reincarnation forever.

"Bloodblade!"

In the artistic conception of reincarnation, Hua Tian felt his soul scattered. He didn't even think about it. A miserable red light was sacrificed in his hand. The next moment, the miserable red light turned into a sharp blade and swept up, bringing up ripples and waves, rolling towards the golden fingerprint.

Chu Fan frowned slightly, and he realized a trace of the true power of the law space with the six fingers of reincarnation. When this miserable red ripples blade pattern was sacrificed, Chu Fan knew that it was not something that ordinary Yuanling cultivators could resist. Under the red light, it seemed that they could lock all the qi mechanisms in the void.

Pan Wen was the only Yuanling monk on the shuttle. He felt the red light and the Taoist aura of fingerprints, and his face suddenly changed in horror. He was confident that he would never be able to use such a terrifying move.

Feeling that the virtual air machine was torn apart by the miserable red blade pattern, a grim smile rose from the corner of Chu Fan's mouth, and he pointed it out again for two consecutive points.

Two fingers break the world!

Three fingers destroy the heaven and earth!

Kakka...

A sound of shattering was rolled up in the void, and the space of reincarnation was rolled up by the miserable red blade pattern. It was clearly a space with nothingness, but it broke inch by inch like glass.

The reincarnation qi mechanism leaked away, and the two fingers of the reincarnation were rolled together with the miserable red blade pattern. In an instant, the universe collapsed, and the space was twisted into broken mark patterns.

Chu Fan had long felt that the other party's miserable red blade pattern was comparable to the condensed move of a cultivator in the Nirvana Realm, but when he saw that he had broken his fingers one after another, he was still slightly shocked. Others didn't know, but he knew clearly how terrifying the power contained in each of his six fingers of reincarnation was.

Hua Tian saw his blood blade breaking through Chu Fan's samsara and just as he was about to smile, he saw the next fingerprint rolling with his blood blade again, the void shattered, and instantly rolled together with the void shatter and collapsed at the same time.

But the shock in his eyes had not yet dissipated. The next moment, it turned into a hint of shock again, and the grin on his face completely froze. He found that under his second finger, there was still another finger piercing through the void and rolling towards him.

It was a lilac fingerprint. The fingerprint spreads, like purple mist rising, sweeping across the world.

The purple mist spread out, like a gorgeous and blurred illusion. In this illusion, he seemed to see the heaven and earth slowly disappear.

What's going on?

An incredible shock arose in his heart. He saw that everything in front of him became slower, like the delicate woman, graceful and charming, and every frown and smile was endless gentle, which made him fall into such a beautiful place, but this beautiful illusion was finally a mirror and water moon, gradually breaking apart.

How can the water be collected? Can the broken mirror be reunited?

The water can be collected, but it is difficult to climb to the blue sky. The broken mirror revolves around, but it is comparable to the rotten wood growing in spring.

But Hua Tian obviously did not have the ability to let the iron tree blossom water flow back. At least in Chu Fan's world, he was a bamboo basket to fetch water and could not catch the mirror.

Another Yuanling monk finally felt something was wrong and was about to fly forward. But what shocked him was that in the space where he was, endless roses suddenly bloomed, and billions of sword patterns were like an invisible killing formation, trapping him in the heart of the formation.

The Yuanling Realm cultivator immediately understood that this was a spiritual pattern sword formation. In the Rose Realm, there were each other's spiritual pattern sword formations, and it was no less than any Yuanling Dharma Realm.

How is this possible? How could this mere late-stage monk in Qiankun form a domain that is not weaker than the Yuan Ling Dharma? Not to mention that the other party is actually a master of spiritual formation. He uses sword magical powers to condense thousands of swords in the void, and uses spiritual formation methods to control the sword to form a trapped killing formation.

A chill suddenly rose from his heart. He felt the sharp sword patterns in the rose field around him rushing past. He was shocked and angry, and he didn't dare to have any stagnation. His hands were superimposed and hundreds of hand techniques were immediately shot out.

A series of twisted ripples were knocked out, and an invisible pattern was soon formed to protect the space around the body, and a world of wind scars slowly emerged behind it.

Yuan Ling Dharma Image, Feng Shijie Realm!

But as the Dharma image of this Yuanling monk was fully unfolded, he saw a scene that he could never forget. He saw that the Dharma image field around Huatian was like a winter flower, withering rapidly. In just a moment, he fell to the ground in an extremely ferocious roar, and a soul overflowed from the top of Tianhua's head.

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