"I've seen my seniors!"

In front of the people in the painting, Chen Fan didn't dare to make a mistake.

With Chen Fan taking the lead, several other Sanhua masters, under the leadership of Chang Sihai, also saluted.

The person in the painting waved his hand lightly, and then continued to Chen Fan, "I really didn't expect that you would actually call him out!"

Chen Fan was stunned.

"Senior, could it be that there is nothing to say about this horn?"

The person in the painting said indifferently, "Don't be in a hurry to explain, I want to get rid of this scourge!"

His gaze swept in the direction of Zhang Jiao.

At this time, Zhang Jiao was a little more vigilant and cautious in his heart.

"Who are you?"

Zhang Jiao stared vigilantly at the soul of the person in the painting, and asked coldly.

The person in the painting smiled gently, "Zhang Jiao, do you remember the 100,000 righteous army that you personally sent to hell?"

Zhang Jiao's face changed suddenly, "What are you talking about?" I don't understand what you're talking about!"

"What I say, you naturally understand, what you have done, don't try to erase it!"

The man in the painting continued, "And the millions of people, whose lives are ruined and corpses are strewn all over the field, how do you deal with them?"

Without waiting for Zhang Jiao to refute, the person in the painting said, "Also, those soldiers and brothers who fought with you in the north and south, how many of them died at your hands!"

"I didn't, those brothers in this seat all died in the hands of those officers and soldiers, I also feel sorry for them, and I have avenged them!"

Zhang Jiao retorted angrily, his eyes blood-red.

On the side, Chen Fan and Chang Sihai, including Zhang Buxuan and Ge Yunfan and others, were all dumbfounded.

Who would have thought that behind the rise of this extraordinarily powerful Zhang Jiao Zhang Xianshi, there are still so many secrets hidden.

Chang Sihai's face revealed a hint of melancholy, "Chen Fan Daoyou, this Zhang Xianshi, I have heard of this great name, he fought for the interests of the people at the beginning, and his reputation was good, but now according to this senior, isn't this Zhang Jiao an executioner who rises by relying on the blood of war?"

Chen Fan groaned slightly, "Elder Chang, when we fought with Zhang Jiao just now, we should all be able to detect that there is always a trace of blood and evil in this Zhang Jiao technique and spiritual power. ”

As soon as Chen Fan said this, Chang Sihai couldn't help frowning, "When you say that, it's really true!"

A Sanhua Gathering Master on the side agreed, "It must be like this, I was hit by an attack from that horn just now, and now the trace of yin and evil power on my shoulder has not been completely dispelled!"

Wow!

A soft whistling.

Everyone's eyes turned to the direction of Zhang Jiao and the person in the painting.

In the face of Zhang Jiao's appearance, the person in the painting did not spare his hand.

The moment Zhang Jiao realized that he was in a crisis, he launched a counterattack.

Hundreds of yellow turban wrestlers flocked to the person in the painting.

At the same time, a blood mist rose out of thin air, dyeing the entire heaven and earth into a bloody color.

The rich smell of blood filled the surrounding area of Buzhou Mountain.

Even Chen Fan's position was affected by this blood wave.

The person in the painting just waved his hand slightly, and countless yellow turban wrestlers turned into a piece of flying ash.

Zhang Jiao on the opposite side didn't expect that the strength of the person in the painting was so strong.

Realizing that the situation was not good, Zhang Jiao was neat and neat, and directly escaped into the blood mist, hiding his figure.

The person in the painting didn't seem to care about Zhang Jiao's escape at all, without the slightest panic, and gently swung his palm a few times, destroying all the countless Yellow Turban wrestlers.

The palm of his hand suddenly raised.

In an instant, the wind surged.

A force rose out of thin air, blowing away the blood mist around Buzhou Mountain in an instant, and disappeared without a trace.

Farther away, Zhang Jiao's figure was revealed from the dispersed blood mist, and he was fleeing towards the south of Buzhou Mountain, and at this time he had already gone out for more than ten miles.

However, Zhang Jiao's speed is impossible for the person in the painting to do at all.

In the blink of an eye, the person in the painting had already pursued behind Zhang Jiao.

Without waiting for Zhang Jiao to raise the nine-section scepter in his hand to counterattack, the big hand stretched out by the person in the painting slapped directly on the top of Zhang Jiao's head

There was a muffled pop.

The power of a real person was slapped to death by the person in the painting.

Died silently.

This scene fell in the eyes of Chen Fan and others, and they had a more intuitive understanding of the strength of the people in the painting.

Chen Fan also thought in his heart, this predecessor in the painting was at least the peak power of the Flying Immortal Realm. Otherwise, it is impossible to slap a real person into flesh with a raised hand, and even the soul will not have time to escape.

Zhang Jiao, who had just been released by Chen Fan from the sealed land, never thought that he had just escaped the pain of the seal, and in the blink of an eye, he had fallen into a state where his body and soul were destroyed.

Around Buzhou Mountain, the remnants of a little blood mist dissipated, and the people in the painting returned to Chen Fan and the others.

At this time, not only Chen Fan, but everyone looked at the people in the painting again, in addition to a strong sense of admiration, there was also a little more jealousy and fear.

The person in the painting smiled slightly, "You can hear it, what is the origin of this corner!"

"I heard it clearly, but fortunately, the fairy revealed the face of this horned sage, and I waited until I realized the true face of this person. ”

"Thanks to the fairy for coming to the rescue, we can turn the corner from danger, otherwise, under the coercion of this horn, I am afraid that we will not be able to escape the doom of death!"

Although the person in the painting is just a soul, whether it is the demeanor and appearance, it is a beauty that is unique in a million, and it has a dust-free temperament, like an immortal.

What's more, a great power that can easily shoot Zhang Jiao to death in the realm of real people, how can his strength be in the realm of flying immortals, and it is not the slightest abrupt to call a fairy like this.

The person in the painting smiled and nodded, "In that case, then I won't explain more!"

"Chen Fan, you come with me!"

The person in the painting flicked his fingers, said hello, and flew away.

Chen Fan was a little puzzled by the intentions of the people in the painting, but there was nothing to refuse, so he flew up to follow.

The two of them went one after the other, and came to the place where Zhang Jiao was released before Buzhou Mountain.

Although most of the cave entrance of the entire Buzhou Mountain had already collapsed due to the unsealing of the seal, it still left a trace after all.

"Fairy, what are your orders for bringing me here?"

Chen Fan bowed slightly and asked.

The person in the painting smiled and shook his head, "I can't talk about orders, but I want to know, when you went in to unlock the seal here, did you see a trace of a spirit rune?"

"Talismans?"

Chen Fan frowned, he just saw a list of gods made of animal skins.

"Is there any mark for this rune?"

The person in the painting shook his head slightly, "There is no mark, but it is a master of the real human realm, in order to seal this horn, he sacrificed himself to turn into a spirit rune and suppressed it under this Buzhou Mountain, if you have a chance, you might as well go inside to find out." ”