"Next, come and die!"

Ye Fan's words were like a sharp dagger, stabbing into the chests of everyone inside.

The young disciples who were clamoring to crush Ye Fan's bones and scatter ashes just now were speechless one by one, holding their breath, and they didn't even dare to let go of a fart.

Although Ye Fan only made one move, the giant palm that covered the sky was too terrifying.

Kill the enemy!

Just like Ye Fan said, whoever plays at this time is no different from sending him to death.

A few minutes passed, and there was a deathly silence in the field, and no one came out to challenge Ye Fan.

"Aha......"

Ye Fan laughed loudly and said: "What kind of bullshit witch sect, it turned out to be a group of cowardly rats, just you rabble, what kind of witchcraft do you still practice, just go home and plant sweet potatoes!"

Hearing this naked humiliation, the faces of those older generation of Wumen masters suddenly became gloomy, and they were even more ugly than eating shit.

If this scene in front of them spreads, how can their witch sect still establish their authority in Miaojiang?

At this moment, the Witch King finally couldn't sit still, his eyes showed a fierce light, and he pointed at Ye Fan viciously and said: "Whoever slaughters this kid, I will teach him the "Ancestor Witch Sutra"!"

As soon as this remark came out, the audience was in an uproar.

The eyes of those young disciples suddenly showed a look of covetousness and greed.

You must know that the "Ancestor Witch Sutra" is a witch scripture, only the witch king can practice, which records countless powerful witchcraft, and even can summon the legendary twelve ancestors, if you can practice the "Ancestor Witch Sutra", it is equivalent to the next witch king's internal candidate.

Under the heavy reward, there will be brave men!

Soon, a black-faced wizard stepped out of the crowd.

"Stinky boy, let Lao Tzu meet you!"

Sacardo ...... Imoda ...... Abafeif ......"

The black-faced wizard muttered a few incantations, and then his body underwent an incredible change, turning into a cloud of mist, as if it had no body.

Even from a certain distance, you can feel an extremely evil aura from the black mist, which is creepy and chilling.

"Whoosh!"

The black mist swept towards Ye Fan, and there was a sizzling sound in the air, as if as long as it was stained by the black mist, it would be ecstatic.

Looking at the surging black mist, the corners of Ye Fan's mouth rose slightly, outlining a sneering smile, and said lightly:

"Burning Sky Pupil!"

As soon as the words fell, in the depths of Ye Fan's eyes, two flames the size of fingernails suddenly appeared.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Two pillars of pure white fire erupted from the sky, carrying the power of burning the sky and destroying the world, hitting the black mist.

"Ahhh

A hysterical scream came from the black mist, and there was pain in it that was indescribable.

The black-faced wizard couldn't maintain the state of black mist at all, and instantly changed back to human form, but Nan Ming's fire was already all over his body, and he looked like a fire man from a distance, constantly rolling on the ground.

However, he didn't pounce for long, and in less than ten seconds, Nanming was completely burned through the fire, and the ashes were gone, and there were not even ashes left.

"Roar, roar, roar!"

Another sorcerer's eyes were red, his eyes were about to split, and he gritted his teeth and roared: "Stinky boy, dare to kill my senior brother, I will knock off your skull!"

As he spoke, the sorcerer took a white bone flute from his waist, put it to his lips and began to play.

A burst of high-pitched and piercing music suddenly sounded, and the magic sound filled the ears, as if to destroy Ye Fan's will.

"Carving insect skills, dare to be ugly?" Ye Fan looked disdainful.

This kind of divine sense attack, against the kind of martial artist who only cultivates the physical body, may have the power of killing, but wanting to use it to deal with Ye Fan is simply a fool's dream.

"Hmph, I'll let you see the real Divine Sense Attack-Immortal Slashing Flying Knife!"

Ye Fan's mind moved, and his pure divine sense condensed an invisible flying knife above his head, turning into a white rainbow, which instantly sank into the center of the wizard's eyebrows.

"Plop!"

The sorcerer was shaken and fell to the ground immediately, although there seemed to be no wounds on the surface, but the three souls and seven spirits had been wiped out, and they were completely dead.

Seeing this strange move, the eyes of the Witch King in the distance revealed shock and horror that could not be concealed.

Others may not be strong enough to see the subtlety of that blow, but the Witch King can catch the trajectory of the invisible flying knife, and can feel the terrifying power even more, even if he himself does not dare to shake it, he can only avoid its edge.

"Kill!"

"Blood debt, only blood pays!"

"Kill this kid and avenge the brothers!"

"We have so many masters in the witch sect, can't we help this kid?"

For a while, many young disciples of the Wumen Sect were all red-eyed, and rushed towards Ye Fan one after another, wanting to kill him.

However, the ideal is very plump, and the reality is very skinny.

Ye Fan was mighty, merciless, and with a random blow, he had the power to destroy the world and destroy the world, and he killed in seconds, and no one could hold on to the second move in his hands.

Ye Fan was like a god from the ancient wilderness, and he couldn't be defeated at all.

......

A quarter of an hour later, a hellish scene of Shura appeared in the Witch Palace.

Scarlet blood, shattered bones, scattered corpses, shattered weapons......

In the witch gate, life and death are synonymous with "cruelty".

Every sorcerer who fights has the determination to die!

At the moment, however, this is not a fight at all, but a one-sided slaughter.

"Click!"

After Ye Fan twisted the neck of another sorcerer, his eyes swept the audience, and he asked coldly:

"Who else?"

is a simple three words, but it contains a monstrous murderous aura.

The remaining young disciples of the Witch Sect subconsciously took a step back, their faces could not hide their horror, and they did not dare to look at Ye Fan at all.

Those who can cultivate in the Witch Palace are all the best in the Witch Sect, and their strength should not be underestimated, but when they saw Ye Fan, a domineering and invincible element, they had already been frightened, just like a humble ant meeting the Nine Heavens True Dragon, and they only had the share of bowing down to the subordinate.

With the power of one person, he penetrated the entire Witch Palace, trampling all the younger generation of disciples of the Witch Sect on the soles of his feet......

"Enough!"

Suddenly, the Witch King spoke: "Ye Nantian, you really gave birth to a good son! This round of life and death is over, you have won!"

The Witch King's tone seemed flat, but his heart was already dripping blood.

If you want to cultivate a witch, you need to spend countless manpower and material resources, and the loss of so many young disciples is a big loss to the Wu Palace, and it will take at least several years to recover.

"Hahaha......"

Ye Nantian let out a heroic laugh, took a step forward, and the momentum of the peerless world came out of his body, soaring straight into the sky, and said with full of anger: "Witch King, since the battle of the younger generation is over, then it will be my turn! Say, who are you going to send first?"

When the Witch King heard this, he walked out of the crowd, confronted Ye Nantian from afar, and said, "As the Witch King, you should naturally take the lead!"

As soon as these words came out, the faces of many of the surrounding Wumen masters changed greatly, and they persuaded one after another:

"Lord Witch King, don't do it!"

"You are a golden body, how can you risk your life?"

"Let's let us play first and test his details!"

......

"Hmph!" the Witch King sneered and asked rhetorically, "What, do you think this king can't beat Ye Nantian?"

"Of course not!" the many Wumen masters shook their heads suddenly.

"That's it!" The Witch King turned his head to look at Ye Nantian again and said: "Ye Nantian, eighteen years ago, you washed the Witch Palace in blood, and this enemy has always been remembered by this king!

Hearing this, Ye Nantian raised his eyebrows, slightly surprised.

According to common sense, the Witch King should let other masters challenge him, so as to test his strength and moves.

But now, the Witch King went directly into battle, indicating that he has absolute confidence in his own strength.

"Okay!" Ye Nantian nodded, and said in a deep voice: "Make a move, have a good fight!"

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a vast and majestic force erupted from the Witch King's body, spreading in all directions, scattering the flowing clouds on the top of the mountain for a few points, and those Witch Sect masters could only barely stand still if they tried their best.

Before he could make a move, the Witch King showed extremely strong strength and was worthy of being the leader of the Witch Sect.

Immediately afterwards, the witch king stepped on strange steps, like a dancing god, and said in his mouth:

"From the ancient witch gods, your most devout devotees, I beg you to come—"

"Possessed by Ancestral Witches!"