"Yu Ming, you are looking for death!"

The second elder of the Beast Control Gate was beaten a little miserably by Meng Fan's slap.

Meng Fan's slap was not very powerful, but it burst out with extremely violent fire attribute true qi, and slapped directly into the second elder's face, making the second elder's face as if it had been pasted with a red-hot soldering iron, not only quickly became red and swollen, but also burned his eyes into a slit, tears flowed down his eyes, and he couldn't see anything.

At this time, he didn't understand why "Yu Ming" would beat him, and reached forward to grab it, intending to restrain the other party first, and at the same time shouted: "Qin He, help!"

As a result, as soon as his hand stretched out, he was firmly grasped by Meng Fan, and he was pulled forward violently, and suddenly he was unsteady on his feet, and staggered forward.

Meng Fan, who was eager to save people, didn't want to waste a little time here, mobilized the true qi of the earth attribute, and smashed the back of the second elder's head with a hard punch, and with a bang, the second elder fell to the ground, and the sky spun for a while, and the tears flowed more, raised his head, and opened his mouth to call for help.

Meng Fan rushed forward with an arrow step, like kicking a ball, and kicked the second elder's head with a bang.

"Click!"

The second elder's head suddenly deviated at a shocking angle, tilted to the side, completely fainted, and his tongue spit out from his mouth, twitching and twitching, looking miserable.

Isn't it just asking for something!

Why was he beaten up in such a daze?

The second elder was confused.

All this happened in an instant, Meng Fan picked up the mud-like Second Elder, glanced around, waved his hand and threw the Second Elder in a flower pond next to the cloister, and said to Qin He: "There is nothing for you here, you go to your master first, if someone makes trouble for you, you go directly to the Yuxian Sect, and I will give you a new identity after I go back." ”

With that, Meng Fan walked quickly towards the tower not far away.

Qin He looked at Meng Fan's back and opened his mouth slightly, his face full of shock.

Even if it is a black hand, even if the second elder has been injured and his cultivation has been greatly reduced, it is still an out-and-out heaven-cutting realm, Meng Fan is like beating a child, and he knocked down the second elder?

It's so violent!

It's so domineering!

Qin He shuddered, turned around and walked down the mountain.

He planned to tell Niu Maocai about this matter quickly, but he didn't know what was going on, and he was still inexplicably looking forward to it in his heart, hoping that someone would really trouble him, so that he could follow Meng Fan justifiably.

Following Meng Fan, it must have a much brighter future than following Niu Maocai!

Meng Fan had already walked to the tower.

There were two people holding long knives standing at the gate of the tower, and when they saw Meng Fan coming, they raised their knives: "Yu Ming, Master Su has an order, no one is allowed to approach the Soul Suppression Prison, you-"

Phew, Bah!

After the two muffled sounds, the two guardian disciples whose cultivation was not bad, at least the seven or eight levels of the Earth Xuan, shook their heads and fell to the ground, and there was still an incredulity in their eyes that could not be dispersed.

How did the other party do it, and hit them with that hand.

They didn't see it clearly.

Meng Fan didn't wait for the two of them to fall, grabbed them casually, and pushed the door of the two of them into the tower.

There is a wooden staircase in the tower that rotates upwards and extends, occasionally there is a creaking sound coming down from above, as if someone is walking on the stairs, a statue of a Taoist immortal four or five meters high, holding floating dust, solemnly sitting in the middle of the lobby, there are two long yellow flags hanging down, and the incense on the incense table in front of him is full of incense.

Qin He said that the soul of the town is at the bottom of the tower.

Meng Fan casually threw the two disciples on the ground, looked around with the Dream Dao Technique, and walked straight behind the statue, because he found that the statue was empty.

After opening a secret door behind the statue, you will see a long stone staircase that stretches into the ground.

Meng Fan walked down without hesitation.

The cold breath rushed to the face, straight into the bone marrow.

After walking quickly along the stone steps for a while, at the end, there was a straight road, the walls on both sides were lit with everlasting lamps, emitting a trace of white smoke, and some colorful murals were painted, mostly some hideous evil ghosts, suffering all kinds of torture, some gouging out their eyes, some sawing their legs, and some were crawling all over their bodies by poisonous insects, and their eyes were wide in horror......

It's vivid, it's both real and illusory.

Filled with extremely depressed feelings.

Meng Fan's gaze swept over the mural, shook his body, and directly reached the end of the road a hundred meters away.

A stone door was closed, and it was covered with countless soul-calming charms, and the handwriting was bright red like blood.

Meng Fan waved his hand, sacrificed a ball of earthfire, burned those charms to the ground, stretched out his hand and pushed open the stone door, looked behind the stone door, and saw two disciples, one of the disciples was holding a delicate metal pot in his hand, and was laughing and talking with the other disciple, and beside them was a deep pit, diffusing foul smoke, and the smell was disgusting.

Hearing the sound of the stone door, the disciple with the small pot turned his head to look at Meng Fan and said, "Yu Ming, why are you here?"

Meng Fan didn't speak with a cold face, walked to the front of the deep pit, only glanced down, and his eyes suddenly turned blood-red!

In the pile of white bones at the bottom of the pit, there was a human figure, and the body was densely crawled with countless poisonous scorpions, many of which had bulging stomachs and seemed to be full, and their bodies were glowing with a black and shiny luster......

Even if he didn't see through and only relied on his soul breath to distinguish it, Meng Fan immediately recognized that the human form was Qing Ling, and his soul breath was getting weaker and weaker, and he would die immediately.

"Yu Ming, come on, let's play together, do you guess that girl can hold on for a few minutes?"

"Whoever guesses the most outrageously will invite a guest to the town for a drink, and then go to a small hotel to cool off?"

When Meng Fan turned his face, the two disciples finally saw his blood-red eyes clearly, as if frightened, they hurriedly took two steps back, opened their mouths, and were about to ask, when Meng Fan suddenly made a move, and with two more groans, the two disciples fell to the ground suddenly, and with a clang, the small metal pot also fell to the ground.

"Anyone can live, you two must die!"

Meng Fan's eyes were cracked, and he stepped on the small metal pot fiercely, throwing the two of them into the deep pit, and then he himself shook his body and fell into the deep pit.

He ignored the two disciples who were haunted by poison, trampled on the poisonous scorpions all over the ground, and gently hugged Qing Ling, a soft fire attribute true qi came out of his palm, caged on Qing Ling's body, and under the fluctuations, the bodies of those poisonous snakes stiffened, exuding the smell of roasting, and fell to the ground with a bang, revealing Qing Ling's soul body.

Qing Ling closed his eyes tightly, and his weak little hands, like willows, hung down on Meng Fan's side.

She opened her eyes vigorously, looked at Meng Fan's familiar face, and opened her small mouth: "Meng Fan, Qingling is afraid of ......"

Meng Fan gently stroked Qing Ling's pale face, distressed tears slipped from the corners of his eyes, and said in a very gentle voice: "Qing Ling is good, Qing Ling is not afraid, my brother is here, let's go home......"

A figure of red silk swaying suddenly appeared above the pit, and his eyes looked down coldly.

He said, "None of you can go back......

PS: The second chapter is delivered. Are there any chapters that are out of order? This time, many authors have been cried in the pit, and Qingchen will send a solution again. If there are still chapters out of order, please clean up the cache in the software settings in time, or delete the book from the bookshelf (click to delete local files), and then add it to the bookshelf to read. If it really doesn't work, use the ultimate killer move, uninstall the software and reinstall it. What's the matter!

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