Chen Fan knew very well in his heart that all forces were mixed with good and bad people, including good people and bad people. This time he came to solve the cause and effect relationship for his disciples. Although he wanted to destroy Wei Zi, he didn't want to kill innocent people.

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"Let's go. ”

He spoke calmly.

16-year-old Zhang Chen choked up a little, bowed to Chen Fan in vanity, and said, "Thank you, master!"

He knew that his master had come here for him.

"Boom!"

His whole person erupted with a bright silver glow, and suddenly burst out with a purple micro-sect.

"The dragon is pitiful......"

Chen Fan looked ahead.

"Yes, little sir. ”

It is clear that dragons are poor.

A gap opened slightly between his eyebrows, and a ray of light swept through, shining on everyone in the Ziwei Sect. Just like last time, there is still nothing out of the ordinary, except that many adherents of the purple microreligion are thick.

Blood.

"People with blood have committed great crimes, and they all have the possibility of death."

Longqiong Island.

It's like branding evil people in the Wei Zi Sect.

Chen Fan nodded. First, he transmits the voice and opens his eyes. Then, he looked at Wei Zi coldly. "Those who don't have blood on them now have the option to leave. If you want to stick to it, then I'm sorry, please ask Wei Zi for one.

Ups and downs..."

"Wow!"

Speaking of this, there was an uproar in Wei Zi's church.

Many people look desperate because they find themselves covered in a thick layer of blood on the outside of their bodies. While the others looked at each other, they had no blood, they had not committed any unforgivable evil

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"Damn ......"

After a while, someone finally laid down his weapon and quickly left with his head down.

"Damn ......"

"Damn ......"

"Damn ......"

There is a first person, and naturally there is a second person.

Soon, more and more people walked towards the outside of Wei Zi's church with their heads down.

After all, this is a sect that has been around for years. Some people naturally feel guilty about leaving like this. But what if they feel guilty again? They want to live longer. For this reason, they have nothing else now.

Choose.

Stay, die.

Leave, live.

They didn't want to die, so they chose to leave.

These people were not covered in blood, so Chen Fan did not stop them. However, in the next moment, some people wrapped in blood wanted to leave secretly and were taken away by Chen Fan, who directly shattered them into nothingness.

"I said that only people who had no blood on their bodies could leave."

His voice was cold.

At a glance, he killed a monk of the Eight Heavens Dust Peak, and this kind of power immediately made most of the monks in the Ziwei Sect palpitate. At this time, more and more people left, knowing that only one person was left to die.

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"Damn it, all of you, get back to this seat!"

Wei Zi taught the Taiwanese merchant elders to breathe fire in their eyes.

This loud shout suddenly made many disciples who were about to leave tremble and did not dare to move. It can be seen from this that the power of the Wei Zi Sect Elder is quite strong. In short, it is accumulated over a long period of time.

"Dad!"

As soon as he spoke, the Bull Demon Ancestor was directly slapped in the face.

"Little ant, shut up Grandpa Niu. ”

The great-grandfather of the cow and the demon had no air in his nostrils.

This is his mercy, and ten percent of the power is useless. Otherwise, a few Ziwei Sect elders would be able to stop this terrible old cow? A thousand pounds is not enough for a slap in the face.

"You!"

The eyes of the Supreme Elder of the Ziwei Sect were bloodshot, and he was waiting fiercely for the Bull Demon Ancestor.

Calling him a little ant, claiming to be his grandfather, and slapping him in front of all the disciples of the Ziwei Sect, no matter which one of them was enough to make him ashamed to death, even if he knew that this was a three-level powerhouse

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"You fart!"

The Bull Demon Ancestor snorted and slapped him again.

Finally, he whispered, "Well, that boy was right. It's a great way to smoke. ”

As soon as these words came out, Elder Taishang of the Ziwei Sect almost fainted angrily without rolling his eyes, and his gaze directly moved away from the Bull Demon Ancestor and turned to Chen Fan. Although he can't move at the moment, his eyes can still turn.

As soon as he moved, he stared at Chen Fan's eyes full of hatred, eager to swallow him.

"Humph!"

Chen Fan sneered.

He didn't go to see Wei Zi's leaders and the elders of this lineage, but instead focused on the imprints in Wei Zi's religion. At this moment, Xiao Zhang's body is already covered with blood, and I don't know when he will have another handle in his hand.

Long knives.

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

Yinhui was covered with a long knife, and dozens of ordinary magic weapons hung beside him.

This is a martial art recorded in Taoist scriptures.

"Ahh

"Ahh

The roar echoed.

These include the fear and screams of Wei Zi's disciples, as well as Zhang Yimou's resentment and hatred.

This time, except for Chen Fan staring at the field, Long Qiong and dozens of other old monsters stared ahead for a while. Although I can't accept such an ethereal Taoist body as a disciple, I admire Chen Fan very much.

Mu, but they are all people who love talent. Seeing that Xiao Zhang's imprint was so touching, they all shook their heads and sighed.

They can realize how hateful this little guy is.

"Ah, from ancient times to the present, the path of genius and genius has always become more and more difficult......"

Even the evil corpse couldn't help but sigh.

The pulse of the Ziwei Sect Leader and the elders was suppressed by Hunting An Ancestor and the others, and they couldn't move at the moment, they could only watch as a mark like a hungry wolf entered it, and more than a dozen people were cut down in the blink of an eye.

"No... Don't come!"

"Don't panic. He's alone. Together, we will not be defeated!"

"Ahh

The screams echoed in the Ziwei Sect, which was extremely harsh.

Many were weeping, praying for the guidance of Leader Wei Zi and Elder Tai Shang in the hope that they would use great power to save them. Unfortunately, their savior has no time to take care of himself, and he will not die.

Far away. If it weren't for Chen Fan's other intentions, the two of them would have died long ago.

"Damn it! Stop!

Wei Zi's sect leader had a pair of split eyes.

He and the elder lady watched as Zhang Wen rushed in, killing everyone and destroying one palace after another. Their hearts bleed. It's been inherited for tens of thousands of years, and now it's been broken in like this, big

The scale of the destruction made them almost angry.

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

Blood flowed in a cross-current, and corpses collapsed at the feet of the markers.

For 16-year-old Mark Zhang, the last time he was in Xiao Jiabao's grove, it was the first time he killed someone. Because of this, he eventually fainted. Hatred causes heartache.

This strain, too, was terrified and disgusted by the first murder.

This time was no exception, his body trembling, and it was clear that he hadn't fully restrained the fear and nausea that the murder brings. Still, he did it at the moment, but there was no pity, no hatred, no right in my heart

His wishes were supported by the boundless desire of his closest relative, his grandfather.

"Ahh

The 16-year-old boy yelled uncontrollably, his eyes were red, and he fought all the way to the deepest part.

Chen Fan and the others stood in the open space and looked ahead for a while.

At this time, all the people in the Wei Zi Sect who were not covered in blood had already left, and no one dared to stay nearby, for fear that Chen Fan would change his mind and arrest them all. He is still teaching at Wei Zi

Some people have ways to commit suicide. Chen Fan asked Long Qiong to do so, and shut down the entire Wei Zi Sect.

"Boy, your disciple won't have any problems, but don't leave any psychological shadows!"

Huntingan Ancestor couldn't help but speak.

Ethereal Taoist bodies rarely appear. Even in glorious antiquity, it did not appear, only theoretically existed. Now that they have seen such a diamond with their own eyes, they really don't want to make him an enemy.

Hatred leaves behind the shadow of the Dao, which will affect the future achievements of the Ethereal Dao.

"No, revenge is natural. If the revenge doesn't come back, it will leave a shadow in his heart......" Chen Fan shook his head and said, "I killed more people than him." Do you see how my morals have been affected?"

Really?"

"Tao at your feet......"

Chen Fan's eyes were slightly deeper.

Such words immediately surprised dozens of monsters who respected the old man. Their eyes were staring at Chen Fan for a long time. It is hard to imagine that such a young man could say such profound words. Beside him, the dragon's pitiful eyes

More and more, he felt that the Demon Emperor's choice was indeed correct.

In front of this person, he will definitely be a miracle in the future.

No, he's a miracle now!

They looked at the Wei Zi Sect, just watched Zhang Wen fight, and no one came to help. Because at this time, the strongest in the Ziwei Religion is also a genius Emperor Wutian, a monk of this level, an emperor alone

There is no reason to think that the ethereal state of this realm needs the help of others.

This is only one aspect, and most importantly it is a scarred battlefield. It's not too much to call it a battle of revenge. Chen Fan knew that the First World War was very important to his disciples, so there was no need.

At this juncture, he will definitely not make a move, nor will he let others interfere.

"Ahh

The screams echoed, and many of Wei Zi's disciples looked scared.

The traces were full of blood, like the demons of hell. But on the contrary, his whole body was surrounded by pure silver rays, not half of the yin and evil qi, but sacred and natural.

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

Zhang Chen wielded a long knife in his right hand and pinched a magic symbol in his left hand, killing from the gate of Wei Zijiao to the depths of Wei Zijiao.

This time, the Ziwei Sect was already a mess, and there were some places that only the Supreme Elder and the Master could enter on weekdays, and at this time, there were also people who broke in.

In this situation, who cares about that?

Zhang Yan's eyes were red. He didn't know where Wei Zi could and couldn't enter. Even if he knew, he wouldn't care. At this time, there were only four words in his heart, kill and destroy. He drew it like lightning,

Yinhua flashed for a moment, chasing the blood-clad purple micro-religion followers into the deepest part of the purple micro-religion.

"Damn it! Stop!

"You're killing yourself! Stop! You can't go there!"

Watching Zhang Zhen enter the depths of the Purple Micro Sect, getting closer and closer to the core of the pulse, the two powerhouses of the Xuan Immortal Realm were all blood-red eyes.

They were both torn apart and almost insane.