Chapter 0451 Soul Search

As soon as the men fell, they were ten meters away.

"Run?" Mo Fan's eyes flashed with coldness.

Now that I have arrived in the East China Sea, I still want to go, but I think too simply.

"As I said, you won't be able to leave anywhere today. ”

"Zhenhae!"

He carried the Nine Turns Mixed Yuan Gong and slapped it in the air without hesitation.

"Boom!" the man just jumped to his feet, as if a bomb had exploded in the air.

The man's body trembled, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, like a bald eagle that had been shot, and fell headlong to the ground.

Mo Fan greeted his parents and Xiaoyu, confirmed that there were no other people from the Wushen Sect around, and walked towards the place where the man had gone.

Not far away, inside a flower bed.

The man's steel teeth clenched, and as soon as he stood up, a sharp pain in his heart immediately came from his chest, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he knelt on the ground again.

He stood up again, and a long sword with a body as white as jade, glowing with a cold white sword light, crossed in front of him.

"Do you think you can run away?" Mo Fan asked, looking down at the man with his eyes like a cold sword.

The man covered his chest with one hand, frowned, and stared at Mo Fan viciously.

"What if you can't run away, do you think that if you kill me, your Mo family will be safe, tell you, if you don't ask for my witch god to plead guilty one day, your Mo family won't want to live in peace for a day?"

"Then I'll tell you, you Witch God Cult has provoked one of the most undesirable people. Mo Fan's face was cold, and his voice was extremely cold.

The man blinked, thinking he had misheard.

For thousands of years, from emperors and sect masters, to the poor and slaves, who has not killed anyone in their witch god sect?

I don't know how many decent people want to destroy their Witch God Cult, and even the rulers of the past generations have organized large armies many times to destroy their Witch God Cult's lair.

However, whether it is a decent family or a person in power, they have not even found the holy place of their witch god cult, and all the people who have found it are dead.

Mo Fan, a person who had just made a name for himself in the East China Sea, claimed to be a person that the Wushen Sect could not provoke.

Do you really think that it is great to scare away his snake and detoxify his snake venom?

The background of their witch god cult, how can a kid imagine?

"In this Huaxia, there are people we can't afford to provoke the Witch God Sect?"

"Yes, but you won't get a chance to see it. Mo Fan said coldly.

In his previous life, the 12 Wu ancestors of the Wu clan respected him as a guest, and a witch god on the earth taught him that he couldn't be provoked?

"You can find the holy land of our Witch God Sect first, if you can't find the holy land of our Witch God Sect, no matter how powerful you are, what can you do with our Witch God Sect?" the man said disdainfully.

"Do you think that if I caught you, I was still far from knowing about the Witch God Sect?" Mo Fan sneered.

When he returned to the East China Sea this time, he thought that he would learn the location of the Wushen Sect from the old man of the Qin family and Luo Fei, but he didn't expect that the two of them didn't know either.

Since the Witch God Cult has sent a killer, how far is it to know the location of the Witch God Cult?

"You think I'm going to tell you the location of the Witch God Cult, even if I die, I won't tell you the location of our Witch God Cult Holy Land, you better stop dreaming, I'll wait for your whole family below. ”

A flash of madness flashed in the man's eyes, and with a movement of his fingers, the mark of a white skeleton at the center of his eyebrows suddenly lit up.

The skeleton immediately slowly changed from white to red, then to purple.

As long as he kept the secret of the Holy Land of the Witch God Sect, it was only a matter of time before the Mo family gave him a burial.

Mo Fan looked at the mark on the man's forehead and frowned slightly.

"Do you think it's so easy to say the word 'death' in front of my immortal medical immortals?"

His thoughts moved slightly, and a golden mark lit up in his palm, and he slapped a palm on the man's head.

The man's expression was shocked, and the skull mark on his forehead immediately changed from purple back to red, then to white, and finally disappeared invisibly, and the man's cultivation in the later stage of foundation building was also missing.

The smug look on the man's face disappeared in an instant.

Mo Fan not only abolished his cultivation, but also erased the soul destroying mark on his body that he used to commit suicide.

This seal was added to them by the witch lord himself, just to protect the secrets of the witch god cult, and it is said that even their witch master does not know how to remove it.

"This"

"You, how can you dissolve the soul seal?" the man said in a deep voice, a hint of fear welling up in his eyes.

This kid can't make him survive, and he can't die, nothing is more terrible than this.

"Soul Destroying Seal, hehe!" Mo Fan smiled disdainfully.

This Soul Destroying Seal is the most commonly used mark by killers in the cultivation realm, once the assassination fails, it will urge this Soul Destroying Seal, which is simple, fast, and effective.

As long as the white skeleton turns black, the person will die, and even the soul search is useless.

However, can this kind of mark be difficult to defeat him?

"Even if you unravel the Soul Destroying Seal, I won't tell you a word about Wushen Mountain. Seeing that Mo Fan was silent, the man pretended to be calm.

"You don't need to tell me, I'll know for myself. Mo Fan said coldly.

He grabbed the man's head with one hand, put his fingers in front of him, and said something in his mouth.

"Soul search!"

A blue light flashed in his hand, and a strange blue light also lit up in his eyes, shooting into the man's eyes.

The man's head shook, and his expression was immediately stunned.

One by one, the pictures appeared in Mo Fan's eyes like a horse.

In these pictures, not only the time when the sacrifice began, the detailed address of the Holy Land of the Witch God Cult, but also all the physical information of the killers sent by the witch lord are also in it.

After a while, when all the information arrived, Mo Fan smiled coldly, and the blue light in his eyes disappeared.

"Ahh

"What did you do to me?"

A cold light flashed in Mo Fan's eyes, and he didn't answer.

Damned people don't need to know that much.

"Didn't you want to die just now, don't you like to play with snakes? You can die with your snake now. ”

If you dare to attack his family, then die.

"Go!" Mo Fan thought and snorted softly.

The three small red and black snakes came out of the bag on the man's waist, and there were a few mouthfuls on the man's body.

The man's eyes widened suddenly, and his face was extremely ugly.

He hurriedly pulled out a scimitar from his waist and cut the little snake that was biting him into several pieces with a few cuts.

After killing the poisonous snake, he hurriedly cut to the wound, and blood spurted out like an infusion.

He has bitten many people with this Xuanyin snake, and if it is not removed in time, his body will turn into blood little by little, and the process is extremely painful.

He had used these poisonous snakes to deliberately torture some people who had offended their Witch God Cult, watching them turn into blood little by little.

As soon as he cut it with a knife, he saw that the toxin had spread to other places like black lines, and his face immediately turned gray.

"Boy, you wait, if you dare to kill me, our Witch God Sect will make your whole family die a bad death. The man roared like a beast, his voice like the curse of the Nine Grim Ghosts.

As he spoke, he raised his knife and stabbed himself in the heart.

He would rather kill himself than turn into blood little by little.

"The Witch God Cult can't do anything, I will make the Witch God Cult disappear forever, and as for you, too, it won't be as you wish. Mo Fan's eyes narrowed slightly, and the cold light was clear.

With that, he flicked his two fingers, and the air flick landed on the man's hand, and the man's wrist immediately drooped down like the noodles in the pot.

"Bell!" the scimitar in his hand fell to the ground, it was impossible for the man to commit suicide, and his body turned into blood little by little.

"Boy, you wait, ah"

The screams of killing pigs sounded, and it was quiet for a long time.