Chen Fan saw that Hongji, who was wearing a red robe, had a hideous expression, and was slightly stunned, he subconsciously stepped back, and the wooden plank under his feet suddenly made a clicking sound, and a sudden hole appeared in front of Chen Fan.

Hongji saw that Chen Fan did not fall into the pit, a trace of pity flashed in his eyes, and immediately, his robe swelled and threw it towards him!

Chen Fan touched the back of his hand, and the Shenyue scimitar shot out, and the cold light surged!

Whoa!

The robe with a special material was instantly cut into several pieces by Chen Fan!

But at the moment when Chen Fan's eyes were blocked, Hongji had already appeared behind Chen Fan, and his right hand struck at Chen Fan's back, an ancient Vedic containing terrifying power.

"Humph!"

Seeing that he was about to succeed in a sneak attack, Chen Fan was like a long eye on his back, brushing Wei Tuo and flashing to the side.

Monk Hongji once again threw himself into the air, and the inertia of his body went towards the deep pit.

At the moment when he was about to fall, Wei Tuo in his hand smashed into a deep pit somewhere.

Click!

The sound of the mechanism sounded, and the fallen Hongji was able to step on a rising plank.

"Give me the dzi!!"

Hongji roared again, but with a flick of his sleeve, a black cylinder smashed towards Chen Fan.

Chen Fan clenched his fist and punched forward.

The black cylinder burst open in an instant.

Dozens of lacquered bamboo sticks scattered in all directions.

At this time, the Hongji monk was hovering around his body, and the scattered bamboo sticks rolled back again like a spirit and fell into his hands.

Only then did Chen Fan notice that the bamboo stick in the hand of the Hongji monk was the one he used to draw lots when he first met!

It's just that the difference now is that the lacquer on these bamboo sticks is not lacquer, but like some kind of special rune engraved.

"If you're not interested, don't blame me for being rude!"

Hongji waved his hand, and the bamboo stick in his hand circled around his body for a while, and did not attack Chen Fan, but went in all directions of the wooden house.

"Huh?"

Just when Chen Fan was surprised, he felt the aura around him stir, and a thick mist covered it tightly.

"These bamboo sticks are the formation decrees?"

Chen Fan frowned, the second Liuren God Box he got from Li Qingfeng recorded the way of formations, although he didn't study it in depth, he was able to recognize most of the formations.

But the Hongji monk in front of him was able to lay a mist trap at will, which made him a little frightened.

"Hehe, Chen boy, hand over the dzi, I don't want to kill you, you woke up my senior brother, I will be grateful to you. ”

The voice of the monk Hongji came from all directions.

Chen Fan was unmoved by Monk Hongji's words, he stood still motionless, even if he didn't open his clairvoyant eyes, he could use his keen facial features to perceive any changes around him.

Moreover, for Chen Fan, the Lost Trace Formation in front of him was too familiar.

"No, those bamboo sticks are only used to stimulate the formation, and this wooden house itself is a hidden place for gathering spirits. ”

Chen Fan muttered to himself, but at this moment, there was a sudden swishing sound in the air.

A bamboo skewer swept across Chen Fan's cheek.

Chen Fan raised his hand and wanted to grab the bamboo stick, but the bamboo stick disappeared into the mist.

"What a familiar formation!"

Chen Fan was puzzled, and the three bamboo sticks appeared again, but this time, the **** position of the three bamboo sticks became much sharper.

Chen Fan's body rolled over on one side, dodging the attacking bamboo sticks, the more strange the color on his face became, he simply closed his eyes, and his fingers gently pinched his knuckles, as if he was estimating the time.

Whoosh!

Once again, three bamboo sticks emerge from the mist!

But Chen Fan expected the enemy to take the lead, grabbed the kun position and the gen position of the body with both hands, and at the same time raised his body by more than one meter, and grabbed the third bamboo stick with his feet.

"Huh?"

In the mist, there was a look of astonishment from the Hongji monk.

"Is it a coincidence?"

His figure changed positions in the wooden house, and five bamboo sticks were thrown out!

Without accident, Chen Fan once again grabbed five bamboo sticks in his hands!

"How is that possible?!"

Monk Hongji's face was gloomy, he took a deep breath, and his face showed murderous intent.

"Boy Chen, don't blame me...... Despite our ......"

However, before Monk Hongji could finish his words, he heard a rustling sound from inside the wooden house.

Before he could react, he saw the fog in the wooden house suddenly fade.

Chen Fan's voice shook the earth like spring thunder.

"Broken!"

A bamboo skewer shot from the corner and magnified in Hongji's eyes!

There was a look of horror in his eyes, and he subconsciously stepped back.

As soon as he moved away, a special array of eyes under his feet became ineffective.

Burst!

"Ahh

Monk Hongji screamed and covered his left eye with both hands.

"Eyes, my eyes!!"

Chen Fan's figure flashed, appeared in front of the Hongji monk, he made a move, and a special bamboo stick holder on the ground fell on his hand, submerged into the surrounding bamboo sticks, swished towards him, and was thrown into the bamboo tube by him.

Chen Fan's hand was raised, and a bamboo stick was placed against Hongji's neck.

"What is your relationship with Li Qingfeng, a traitor to the Divine Hidden Society?"

Monk Hongji pulled out the bamboo stick in his left eye fiercely, blood overflowed from between his fingers, his right eye could see Chen Fan, seeing that Chen Fan easily broke his formation, but he smiled sadly, "Chen boy, give me the dzi!"

"Is that that important? Besides, now you're out of the way to negotiate with me. ”

Chen Fan's expression was indifferent, the reason why he didn't kill Hongji was because he felt that the big-eared monk in front of him had too many mysteries on his body, and the formation he used was the Lost Trace Array recorded in the formation chapter of the Liuren God Box, but the Lost Trace Array arranged in this wooden house had great flaws.

Chen Fan didn't use his perspective eye, and with the formation knowledge he mastered, he broke it.

"Don't have the qualifications to negotiate?"

Hongji monk Mu Ran put down his hand, his left eye was closed and hollow, he held the bloody bamboo stick, looked at the bamboo stick with his right eye, and his expression suddenly became dull.

Just when Chen Fan thought that the monk Hongji was going to resist, a scene unexpected by Chen Fan appeared, he aimed the bloody bamboo stick, aimed it at the heart, and stabbed it hard.

"Huh?"

Chen Fan was vigilant and defensive for the first time, and when he reacted to the actions of Monk Hongji, he wanted to stop it, but he was already half a beat slower!

"Amitabha!"

Before the suicide of the Hongji monk was completed, the voice of the Hongji monk was heard faintly, and a Buddhist bead flew out of the bamboo stick in the hand of the Hongji monk, and pierced it into the wooden pillar.

Monk Hongji was stunned for a moment, turned around, and his expression was gloomy.

"Division...... Senior brother!"

In the sunlight, the monk changed into a dark red robe, followed by four monks, who stood still with their hands folded, and pinched a string of smooth beads in their fingertips.

The four monks immediately came to Hongji's side without Hongfa's order, and two of them held him up, while the other two helped him deal with the wound in his eye, and dragged him out of the house.

"Brother Kobo!!"

Monk Hongji raised his voice sadly, his right eye looked at Chen Fan, his gaze was full of indescribable complexity.

(End of chapter)