Before Zeng could think about it again, Yang Fan's thunder blow landed on Zeng Zaixing's chest.

Boom!

Powerful power erupted between Yang Fan's fists, and Zeng Xing's chest was sunken again, and blood was spitting out from his mouth, like a kite with a broken string, flying upside down.

"Good...... What a powerful physical force!" Zeng Xing glided in the void again, and finally stabilized his body, and his distorted face became more and more afraid.

Zeng Zaixing could clearly feel that after Yang Fan performed the All Words Immortal, Yang Fan's physical strength increased by at least ten times!

Zeng Zai Xing took a deep breath, endured the sharp pain in his chest, gritted his teeth, his hands quickly sealed, and he shouted in a low voice: "Samadhi True Fire Technique!"

Snort!

As soon as the law came out, Zeng Xing opened his mouth again and spit out, and a hot fiery red fire dragon opened its teeth and danced its claws, sweeping towards Yang Fan.

However, Yang Fan looked calm, stepped out slowly, twisted his waist, waved his fist lightly, and a force that destroyed the world exploded, and the strong fist wind shook Yunwu Mountain violently, and the earth cracked even more.

And the fire dragon in front of Yang Fan was like paper paste, instantly disintegrating under Yang Fan's fist.

"One...... Breaking Ten Thousand Laws with One Force?!" Zeng Zaixing's eyes were round, and he looked at Yang Fan with a frightened expression, and now the physical strength shown by Yang Fan is too strong, and it is not an exaggeration to call it a force to break ten thousand laws.

Even Zeng Zai, this strong man of the Yu Dan Realm felt a trace of fear.

Zeng Zaixing's fists tightened hard, gritted his teeth and said, "Master Yang, my next immortal trick will take your life!"

Zeng Xing's brows were furrowed, his hands were folded, and he silently recited the Great Dao Sanskrit sound in his mouth.

Snort!

The corners of Zeng Zaixing's mouth squirmed, the golden light flickered all around, and the Sanskrit sound of the avenue was like a heavenly sound, constantly echoing in the cloud mountain.

However, in the sound of this Great Dao Sanskrit, the birds flying in the sky, the ancient trees on the green hills, and the crowds on Yunding Mountain all turned into a little starlight, like fireflies, floating into the void.

"Death spell!" Yang Fan put his hands behind his back and stood in the air, Yang Fan never expected that Zeng would have a death curse!

"What's going on?!my hand!why is my hand gone!"

"My legs!

……

At this time, on the top of the cloudy mountain, the crowd finally came back to their senses from the afterlife spell.

The crowd noticed that their bodies were turning into starlight and gradually dissipating, and the speed of this dissipation was getting faster!

"Ahh

Seeing this, the expression on Zeng Zaixing's face became more and more proud, and he sneered: "Master Yang, my death spell is not bad, right?"

"You'll have less than one-tenth of the death spell, and you'll be able to save these ordinary people. Yang Fan put his hands behind his back, shook his head and smiled.

Yang Fan could clearly feel that Zeng Zaixing had only mastered less than one-tenth of the death spell.

Even, Zeng Zaixing had no way to control the Afterlife Curse to transform Yang Fan alone, so Zeng Zaixing could only be tempered with the ordinary people on Yunding Mountain.

Once doing such a half-hung mantra again, it was not painful for Yang Fan at all.

"Well, let's show you the true Death Curse. The corners of Yang Fan's mouth rose, he smiled, his hands were folded, and there were words in his mouth.

Snort!

Lines of holy golden light flickered around Yang Fan, and the Great Dao Sanskrit sound continued to spit out from Yang Fan's mouth, resounding throughout the entire Cloud Mountain.

Zeng Zaixing trembled, his expression suddenly became serene, and a little starlight appeared on his body, floating between heaven and earth like fireflies.

"Ahh

"This ...... This is the complete Duren Sutra!" Zeng Zaixing's eyes were round, his face was full of horror, Zeng Zaixing never expected that even the Dark Lord had not fully mastered the Duren Sutra, but it would be completely mastered by Yang Fan.

Zeng Zaixing broke out in a cold sweat, his heart shook violently, and he never expected that Yang Fan would not only know the word immortal art created by Emperor Fan, but also the Western Sect to guide the Taoist created the Sutra of Salvation.

Zeng Zaixing's face was pale, and a sense of powerless despair arose in his heart.

"Master Yang, please let me go! I am willing to take the lead for you!" Zeng Xing gritted his teeth again, but he didn't dare to resist anymore, and directly knelt at Yang Fan's feet.

Zeng Zaixing knew very well in his heart that as soon as the complete death spell came out, if Yang Fan didn't take the initiative to stop, Zeng Zaixing would not have the slightest chance of surviving.

"Master Yang, please spare my dog's life!" Zeng Zaixing looked at his body that was disappearing rapidly, and he was so anxious that he was about to cry, if he continued like this, I am afraid that within a minute, Zeng Zaixing would really disappear.

Below, the crowd was stunned, as if petrified, the crowd never expected that Zeng Zaixing, a strong man thousands of years ago and a teacher of the emperor, would kneel at the feet of Yang Fan, who looked like a high school student, like a lost dog, wagging his tail and begging for mercy!

Jiang Shao, Zhang Shantao and others were even more pale, like mourning and approval.

"Master Yang, if you really kill me, the dark master of my secret organization will not let you go!" Zeng Zaixing knelt on the ground, gritted his teeth, and said in a deep voice.

However, Yang Fan clasped his hands together and read silently in his mouth, unmoved.

Seeing this, Zeng Zaixing's face showed a trace of despair and unwillingness, Zeng Zaixing's fists tightened hard, and asked, "Master Yang, who are you?!"

The corners of Yang Fan's mouth went up, hooked a smile, the corners of his mouth squirmed, and he gave Zeng Zaixing a lip sync.

Zeng Zaixing's eyes were round, his expression was stagnant, his body was sweating like rain, and he said in a trembling voice: "You...... You are a mortal ...... the fairy world."

Snort!

Before Zeng Zai Xing could say more, Zeng Zai Xing had already turned into a point of light under Yang Fan's death spell and dissipated.

Whew!

After finishing the transformation, Yang Fan put his hands behind his back, slowly turned around, and looked at Fang Xinghe and Yang Fenghua in the void.

Fang Xinghe and Yang Fenghua, who were covered in scars, saw Yang Fan's eyes, their bodies trembled suddenly, their legs weakened, and they knelt at Yang Fan's feet with a plop, and said in a trembling voice: "Master Yang spare his life!

Zeng Zaixing, who connected to the Dan Realm, died in the hands of Yang Fan, and Fang Xinghe and Yang Fenghua naturally couldn't lift the slightest trace of war intent in their hearts, so they could only kneel and beg for mercy.

"Master Yang, we know it's wrong, we are willing to be a cow and a horse for you!" Fang Xinghe and Yang Fenghua burst into tears and kowtowed to Yang Fan frantically.

However, Yang Fan walked towards Fang Xinghe and Yang Fenghua with his hands behind his back and a calm expression, these two people touched the might of Emperor Fan, how could Yang Fan spare them.