Zhang Fan originally thought that the plundering of people's souls was done by Li Chiwei alone, but he didn't expect that the entire Qianzhan Mountain Ghost Gate was in the same stream and all participated, so you can imagine how many innocent people they have killed over the years.

It's a shame!

But as soon as Zhang Fan said this, the ghosts present seemed to hear the funniest joke in the world and burst into laughter. This fool is used to playing official power in the first coffin, this is not the first official, who sells his account, and he doesn't know when he dies.

The ghost with a tattooed face, "Boy, do you recognize the parade of your first coffin in Nancheng called Ling Zhanwei?" ”

If you want to talk about other cruises, Zhang Fan may not know, after all, he has not worked in Nancheng Prefecture for a long time, but this Ling Zhanwei Zhang Fan happens to know that this person is the predecessor of the Ghost Gate Pass of the Underworld Mountain, that is, Zhang Fan's predecessor.

"What about acquaintance?"

The tattooed ghost said, "He died at the hands of Brother Sanhai?" ”

Zhang Fan's brows furrowed when he heard this.

The tattoo ghost is poor: "Do you know how many knives Brother Sanhai has made?" ”

Zhang Fan asked, "How many knives?" ”

The tattoo ghost stretched out a finger and lightly spit out two words: "A knife!" He laughed faintly, and the force rose in the laughter, as if he had killed Ling Zhanwei with a single sword.

"Really?"

Zhang Fan said: "How did I hear that Ling Parade died in the line of duty. He flipped through the records of the Ghost Gate, which clearly recorded that his last parade was killed in the line of duty.

As soon as these words came out, the Luofu ghost almost laughed.

The tattooed ghost cha said: "The parade was killed by the ghost, and the first coffin was swept away, how embarrassed to write it on the Guan Zhi, saying that our parade was killed by Luofu's ghost cha, and the dead were lost." ”

"Hahaha"

Henglian Taibao: "Boy, you are still too young, I don't know the situation, you go and ask everyone who participated in the Difu Dao Conference last time knows that Ling Zhanwei was directly slashed by Brother Sanhai, haven't you seen it, the expressions of those people in your first coffin are simply wonderful, their jaws have dropped, and your Yan Junji's face is blue in the seventh night." ”

Zhang Fan said lightly: "Really? ”

"I'm curious what kind of expression those are all about, but whatever you say, you're going to die today."

"A bunch of noisy imps!"

"What?" The tattoo ghost frowned, and looked at Zhang Fan coldly.

It's a great insult to call a ghost a little ghost, just like Cang Sanhai called Zhang Fan a little ghost and deliberately insulted him, but can he scold others and scold him? That's ......

"Look for death!"

Cang Sanhai's face was full of anger, and he pulled out his long knife at lightning speed, and a sword light like a match crossed the space of several zhang, and he was about to cut off Zhang Fan's head immediately.

It's like slashing the last parade in the South City.

The light of the knife tore through the air, making a hula hissing sound, as if even space could be split.

"A Knife in the Sea!"

Legend has it that Cangsanhai once used this knife to split the waves of a hundred meters in the sea area, so that the monstrous waves instantly returned to calm.

The speed of this knife was too fast, as if it had surpassed time, and it was slashed at Zhang Fan.

Cang Sanhai's face already showed a cruel smile, ready to see Zhang Fan, the little ghost in Nancheng who was outspoken, sprinkled with blood all over the void, and he liked to split people into two with one knife the most.

Thinking that Zhang Fan was still cruising, his blood boiled.

The tattoo ghost shook his head slightly, "Brother Sanhai makes a move, and we won't have anything to play." ”

The surrounding ghosts are also helpless.

can see Cang Sanhai's knife, his face couldn't help but show a look of horror, and they were all shocked by the power of Cang Sanhai's knife.

"Open the Path"

Zhang Fan lightly spit out three words in his mouth, and then he stretched out his plain palm and gently patted it on the right cheek of Cang Sanhai's marble-like firmness.

Suddenly, the infusion room seemed to have a thunderbolt exploded.

This slap seemed to be infinitely elongated in the eyes of everyone, and it seemed that it had gone through a century, and even time had stopped.

It took a long time for the mighty sound to reach everyone's ears.

"Smack!"

In the frightened gaze of the Luofu ghost, Cang Sanhai, who was flying in mid-air, had a trace of crack in the blade of the Tang knife he was holding in his hand, and then the cracks continued to increase, and it was all over the blade at once, and it shattered with a bang, but Cang Sanhai was beaten by Zhang Fan and flew out, crossed the distance of seven or eight meters, and directly crashed into the underworld, and disappeared without a trace.

There was silence.

Luofu's ghost almost killed him, Zhang Fan just slapped him, and he brutally defeated the earth-shattering wild sea knife.

If you don't cross the catastrophe, you can be crushed!

The ghosts present were all dumbfounded, and their mouths couldn't be closed for a long time, my God, it was Cangsanhai, and even the parade could be slashed with one sword.

His jaw fell to the ground.

I only heard Zhang Fan say lightly: "The official probably knows the wonderful expression you said, I think, if you want to relive the expression at that time, just take a mirror and take a look at yourself." ”

"Everyone is a spiritual officer, abide by one side, and they should be humble to each other and take care of each other, so why fight and kill?" Zhang Fan sighed and walked towards them unhurriedly.

"Did you know that a spirit officer can kill mortals?"

"I think you should know, why do you kill when you know it, and don't treat us as human beings?"

"If you don't respect life, don't blame me."

"Da, da, da......"

Zhang Fan's footsteps were unhurried, but every footstep was like a hammer hitting their hearts fiercely, trembling and trembling.

"Brothers, he's only in the early stage of the second grade, what are you afraid of him doing?" Henglian Taibao roared angrily, with a strong momentum, and the fists of both hands were even more clenched.

This person is two meters away, and he has tied up muscles, and he is full of thin red stripes of spells written on it, practicing the way of refining the body, and his yin body is extremely powerful.

The realm is a small realm higher than Zhang Fan, and the middle of the second grade.

"Cracked Fist!"

Countless fist shadows overlapped like cannonballs directly towards Zhang Fan's head, vowing to blast Zhang Fan's head to pieces.

Legend has it that this Henglian Taibao has the ability to lift trucks and shake mountains and rivers with his fists.

The first person to refine the body of the ghost!

"Devil's Voice"

The tattooed ghost cha actually twisted his body, and the entire yin body was like a boneless soft light, and a very strange sound came out with the twisting of his body, and the yin body continued to emit the light of black and blue spells, forming a strange aura on the ground.

"Ghost Fire in the Plains"

"Wind and Sand Reclamation"

Several dazzling spells attacked, Zhang Fan's expression was indifferent, among them, there are two ghosts in the middle stage, there are two ghosts in the late stage, and there are even two ghosts at the peak, but there is no Heavenly Tribulation at all, and there is no way to fight against luck, no matter how strong it is, it will be crushed by luck.

The power of the Heavenly Tribulation can deal with luck.

If not, then ...... Crush it!

Thinking of the newly bought magic weapon, Zhang Fan suddenly had the heart to give it a try, reached out and patted it lightly in the storage bag, and one after another leaves appeared in front of him out of thin air, flying and fluttering, and after a while, it was already full of green leaves, flocculating around Zhang Fan's surroundings.

Rumble! A heavy pair smashed on a small green leaf.

Luo Yin's body snapped on the fallen leaves, and ripples like a stream of water rippled on the fallen leaves.

The ghost fire, the wind and the sand are all blocked out by the fallen leaves.

Whizzing......

Several of the fallen leaves flashed away, as if after a lot, they appeared on the top of the heads of the ghosts, fluttering, they felt a force on the top of their heads, and looked up to see that it was a green leaf, which just fell on their heads, and with a bang, the entire yin body was directly flattened, crushed into a trace of yin spirit, and then the fallen leaves fell to the ground.

"Yes, it's a high-level magic weapon"

"Thousand! Leaf! Look for! Soul! ”

The soul is the last word they can speak.

Zhang Fan was still unhurried, all around him were flying leaves, looking at Cang Sanhai, who was slapped away, angrily coming from the underworld, and said lightly: "Come back very quickly." ”

Fast, yes fast.

"I want you dead! Look at my knife intent! ”

Cang Sanhai, who was holding back his big move, was full of anger and murderous aura, but suddenly, his face changed greatly, what kind of sword intent collapsed in an instant, and his heart was endless space, he involuntarily took a step back, looking at his companions who were crushed into remnant souls, his eyes almost fell out.

Dead, all dead!

The time he was filmed away, his companions, were all killed.

This, how is this possible?

All of them were crushed into a remnant.

"You, you, you ......"