You must know that the divine power of this supernatural artifact lies in devouring and cultivating ghosts, but the strongest is also in the formation. If the formation is activated, the people within a radius of ten zhang will inevitably be trapped until the oil runs out. And Song Mengquan has been in charge of this supernatural holy relic for so long, hasn't he discovered the formation of this supernatural relic? Moreover, in the face of the enemy, Song Mengquan actually took the initiative to exhaust the power of the supernatural holy relic, leaving no way to protect himself?

At the same time, Fan Xueli's eyes flickered with cold light, because at this moment, he found that the Samadhi True Fire in his body had a desire to devour it, wanting to devour this compass.

This is the power of the high-level supernatural power over the low-level supernatural relic.

But if he wants to do that, Fan Xueli must at least touch the compass.

"Elder Song is really powerful, but I see that the ghost of this dark throne has not been tamed yet, do you want this seat to help?" But it was the big turtle spirit who suddenly spoke up and walked towards Song Mengquan step by step. And the other two spirits also stood up and sealed Song Mengquan from three angles, with a murderous look.

Since Song Mengquan had already cast a supernatural holy relic once, they had nothing to fear, and they had already reached a consensus to wait until Song Mengquan was killed before distributing the spoils.

Seeing that a few spirits were about to make trouble, Fan Yinwen's face changed in shock, his legs trembled, and he even wanted to escape.

But in the face of a few spirits, Song Mengquan sneered and said, "It's a good time!" Then he clapped his hands and made a handprint.

With his handprints, the nearly a thousand ghosts around him violently opened their teeth and claws, roaring up, and a kind of breath of a death army array came out high-pitched, sweeping the heavens and the earth, and countless terrible screams were heard.

On each ghost, dozens of tears of yin ghosts flashed, as if they were peerless demon gods from the Nine Nether Realms.

In just one moment, the dozens of guards around the sacrificial platform were all hit by the tears of the Yin Ghost, and after the body was restrained, the whole body rotted, turning into white bones, and condensed into ghosts at the same time.

Then these ghosts held the tears of the yin ghosts and surrounded all the big turtle spirits and others.

At this moment, the Great Turtle Spirit and the other two Spirit Spirits were cold and stiff on the scene, and they had obviously seen that with their strength, they couldn't compete with so many Yin Ghost Tears at all!

Song Mengquan had actually refined the ghost into the tears of the Yin Ghost, and had also refined such a large array lurking here, no wonder he dared to unscrupulously exert the power of the supernatural holy relics.

Their faces were pale, they were out of place, and they couldn't move!

Seeing this, the third son, Fan Yinwen, had ecstasy on his face, and he was extraordinarily proud, looking at the big turtle spirit unscrupulously, and the corners of his mouth were full of mockery.

At this moment, Song Mengquan was extremely satisfied with the reaction of the spirits, but when he glanced around, he found that there was an armored guard standing calmly on the side in the corner, and he couldn't help but be stunned, and said coldly: "Who are you?

He knew the strength of these guards under him, and it was impossible for him to avoid the attack of the Yin Ghost Tears.

At this moment, Fan Yinwen became more and more familiar with it, and recognized that the other party was Fan Xueli, and then remembered the thing that made him unforgettable, and yelled violently: "Fan Xueli, you actually dare to come here! There is a way in heaven that you don't go, and there is no door to hell, you go away!"

Fan Xueli turned to ashes, and he could recognize it!

He roared and roared, and finally turned into a wild laugh in the sky, thinking that he was about to kill Fan Xueli, he had infinite pleasure.

Fan Xueli just stood faintly and did not speak. Now that there is a samadhi true fire in the body, it is not difficult to kill everyone present, but once it is used, there must be no fish that slip through the net.

At this moment, the big turtle spirit couldn't help but be stunned when he saw Fan Xueli's expression, and then shook his head mockingly, he had cultivated for a hundred years to get to the point where he was now, and at this moment, in the face of these yin ghost tears, he was already trembling, and the young man in front of him was not afraid of death, was he stupid?

And the ghost of the Dark Throne obviously noticed that this was the young man who helped him when he was a beggar, if it wasn't for Fan Xueli's original action, I am afraid that he would probably have been trampled by the horse and died. At this moment, he lowered his head gloomily, obviously unable to help Fan Xueli anymore.

In the face of everyone's ridicule and hesitation, Fan Xueli suddenly stepped forward and said to the ghost of the Dark Throne: "If I rescue you now, are you willing to serve me as the lord?"

He saw the unyielding struggle of the other party at the moment, and at the same time saw the despair in the other party's heart, he wanted to save the other party, but once that happened, it would expose the true fire of samadhi, if the other party could not serve him as the master, it would be absolutely impossible for him to keep his soul.

Only by truly serving him as the master can he use the soul refining method of the alchemy master to communicate with his heart and soul, so that he cannot reveal the secret of the true fire of Samadhi.

"Can you save me?" At this moment, the ghost of the Dark Throne was stunned and hesitated.

He didn't know what Fan Xueli's confidence was in saying such things.

And at this moment, the big turtle spirit sneered even more, this young man is really too ignorant of the sky, do you think that he is a member of the Fan family, and he thinks that others dare not kill him? He is still so ashamed to want to save the Dark Throne? Before the catastrophe is coming, he is still whimsical, the Fan Mansion has such a descendant, it is really not as good as the generation.

And hearing this, Fan Yinwen couldn't believe his ears, Fan Xue was so close to death, he still dared to be so hard-mouthed, at this moment, he couldn't help it anymore, he pounced coldly in front of Fan Xueli, hehe sneered: "Seventh brother, I don't know why the four guards of Feiling River didn't kill you, but I have already sent another team of people to your residence to bring your mother back, I originally wanted to take her blood to cheer for this ghost, but now that you are here, you don't need anything......"

Hearing that the other party actually attacked his mother, Fan Xueli felt three thousand feet of anger and broke through the sky, he did not hesitate to move his hand, and the spear in his hand stabbed forward!

The four realms of the flesh, the power of the four oxen, the mighty face, indestructible.

That Fan Yinwen couldn't help but be taken aback when he saw Fan Xueli like a tiger and a leopard, with lightning speed, and hurriedly retreated, but Fan Xueli's spear was extremely fast, stabbed him in the head, and slashed down with the momentum, and Qi Ergen and his neck were chopped together!

Blood spilled five feet!

Fan Yinwen let out a low roar and rolled over and fell to the ground. Now that he had lost all his strength, he couldn't defend himself at all, and he was hit by such a thunderbolt, straight through his head, blood spilled all over the ground, and he convulsed a few times on the ground, and finally died tragically.

Before he died, he couldn't have imagined that Fan Xueli had actually cultivated to the four realms of the physical body, and Song Mengquan actually didn't save him when he saw death.

After Fan Xueli killed Fan Yinwen, her eyes stared at Song Mengquan with murderous intent. Obviously, Fan Yinwen had already touched his reverse scales just now, and if something happened to his mother and sister, he wouldn't mind washing all the blood here.

At this moment, a guard outside hurriedly came in and said loudly from afar: "Elder Song, several guards who went to Fan Xueli's residence are dead, and they haven't captured Fan Xueli's mother......" It's just that before he finished speaking, the black mist of the ghost array also sucked up his body and turned into a ghost.

Hearing this, Fan Xue was relieved, it seems that her mother is safe and sound, it is very likely that this is because Princess Minna and Xiangnu are secretly guarding.

"Just with the realm of the four realms of your physical body, you also want to rescue the Dark Throne?" Song Mengquan finally raised his head at this moment and looked at Fan Xueli.

The reason why he didn't make a move just now was that he thought that the ghost array had been completed, and Fan Yinwen had no effect on him.

But Fan Xueli broke through from the three realms of the physical body to the four realms of the physical body in one day, which is also worth paying attention to.

Fan Xueli said lightly: "What if you add this?" In his hand, a silver green jade fan pendant suddenly appeared, flashing with the light of a dragon, brilliant and incomparable.

"Green jade fan pendant, this is the token of the alchemy master Fang Shi! Do you have an old relationship with the Fang master?" Song Mengquan finally showed a look of surprise, the name of the alchemy master Fang Shi is very great, even the people in the void of Kunlun are respectful to it, and this green jade fan pendant is the token of the Fang master.

And almost at the same time, the big turtle and the other two spirits couldn't help but glance at each other, secretly frightened, if there is a master to make a move, this young man's background is not simple.

At this time, the Dark Throne Ghost couldn't help but say to Fan Xueli: "Little brother, the benevolent healer, it is enough to save my life by your grace this morning." You don't have to work for me anymore. ”

He saw that Fan Xue was extraordinary, but even if he was saved by Master Fang, he couldn't save his thirst from far water, and if he stayed any longer, he would definitely give his life here.

Fan Xueli smiled and said, "It's okay." ”

He lifted the armor on his head, put the spear aside, rubbed his hand on the green jade fan, and the dragon was already shining and beautiful, and then walked towards Song Mengquan step by step: "Could it be that Elder Song doesn't believe that this thing is real?"

His movements were very slow, without a trace of wind and killing intent, and he slowly walked to the distance between Song Mengquan and the three zhang in front of him.