When Zhang Fan heard this, he had some doubts in his heart, so in this way, he could use spells freely, which should be regarded as the realm of the Qi cultivation period? But immediately, he was completely attracted by the following paragraph.

"On the wedding night between me and Yan Zhenwu, when he was warm, he actually used a strange trick, the method of seizing the soul! He took away all the spiritual power of the ninth layer of the enlightenment period in my body alive! He also completely destroyed the foundation of my spirit body! And then slashed me in the neck!"

Hearing this, everyone present had grim faces, and looking at this woman did not reveal fear and fear, but was full of pity.

"Hmph, Yan Zhenwu thought that he had killed me, and he was complacent enough to defect with my spiritual power overnight and fled to the northern country. ”

"Because I have a good system, I have been cultivated as a seed in the door, so I have been exposed to a lot of various spells, among which there is a method of seizing the house, which I have always firmly remembered, my true soul has been in my corpse brain, I clearly saw the process of my burial, and I was still in a wasteland at will, because everyone who buried me is a senior brother with a high realm, I don't dare to use the method of seizing and giving up to them, so I just keep the true soul and survive in such a muddy way. ”

"I don't know how long it took, just as my true soul was about to drift away, a woman fainted next to my graveyard! I was completely unconscious, only instinct remained, and when I woke up again, this woman's body was already mine, and I had finally regained my life!"

"After I regained my life, I found that more than two hundred years had passed since I was buried! And this body was not a spirit body! I had a lot of hatred in my chest, I didn't know where Yan Zhenwu was, and I didn't know if he was still alive, I didn't have a spirit body, so I naturally had no strength, so I began to constantly try the methods of ordinary people to absorb spiritual power, and finally combined with all the methods of using spiritual energy I have seen, I created the Blood Evil Technique!

"I've been practicing hard until I reach the sixteenth level of the cultivation stage. I began to inquire everywhere about Yan Zhenwu's whereabouts! I walked from the south to the north, and finally learned about Yan Zhenwu's death in the mortal rivers and lakes of the north, and I couldn't accept it! I didn't take revenge, why did he die!"

At this point, her tone was full of unacceptability.

"But!" the woman smiled darkly, "I heard that he still has a bloodline that has been passed down in time, and the True Martial Sect he created still exists!"

"So I spent fifty years gathering people, and gradually became a bloody sect, just for one purpose, that is, to cut off Yan Zhenwu's roots!"

At this point, Huang Zhen'er's face distorted and said to Zhang Fan: "Lord Immortal Envoy, do you think I should take revenge? The descendants of such a person should not be killed! He destroys my foundation! Take away my spiritual power! Then kill me! How can this revenge not be avenged!"

Zhang Fan looked at Huang Zhen'er's hateful words, and didn't say anything, just expressionless and silent.

But in his heart, a trace of sympathy also began to arise, such a big hatred should indeed be avenged.

The people around were stunned by this shocking truth, no one dared to believe that what this woman said was true, but no one refuted this woman, although many parts of the whole story were hidden, but if you think about it carefully, you will know how much hardship this woman has gone through, how much hatred in her chest, and she has come to this point.

Today's night will be the most memorable night in the lives of everyone on the Broken Soul Peak, the shocking truth, the immortal spells, the seizure of cultivation, revenge, all of this is really shocking, shocking, shocking.

"You are talking nonsense!" Finally, in a period of silence and sighing, the master of the Yan Sect seemed to have finally come to his senses and opened his mouth to drink.

"You said that my ancestors had assassinated you for your spiritual power, where is the evidence!" Yan Ming's face turned red and he hissed.

Huang Zhen'er didn't pay attention to the other party's words at all, just turned her head to avoid Zhang Fan and said: "Immortal Envoy, whether you believe it or not, this is the truth, the Immortal Envoy is a genius, he should want to build a foundation with martial arts, and use the internal strength of the eighteenth layer of the Immortal Adult's cultivation period, with the spiritual power, as long as he breaks through to the innate realm, then the internal force of the Immortal Envoy will be combined with the spiritual power, and turn into the innate true power, and then when he reaches the eighteenth layer of the congenital realm, he will be able to build the foundation, if he can build the foundation successfully, he will immediately be a lot higher than all the monks in all aspects!" If you can't succeed, you will also become a strong Qi cultivator under the foundation building monk, and there is no problem with its power to sweep the same level. ”

When Zhang Fan heard this, his heart moved, and he finally understood what was going on with the feeling of the two forces in his body slowly combining, and it turned out that he had mistakenly embarked on the route of building a foundation with martial arts! Thinking of this, Zhang Fan couldn't help but sigh again and again in his heart, although he was eager to know more about immortal cultivators, but in the face of such an old immortal cultivator who was more than three hundred years old, he didn't dare to expose that he was actually a chick who didn't know anything, otherwise, who knew what kind of intentions this old monster who had lived for three hundred years would have for him, so he said coldly on his face:

"What do you mean by that?"

"I used to be a disciple of the Shanhe faction of the Southern Immortal Sect, since I was a child, I dare not say that my qualifications are superior, but also excellent, I have read all the classics of cultivating immortals in the door, and at the same time, I also have a "Zhuji Dan" and "Lingyuan Dan" two kinds of pills in my hands, if the Immortal Envoy is willing to do it for me, kill all the disciples of the True Martial Sect, and leave the descendants of Yan Zhenwu to me! ”

"Oh?" Hearing this, Zhang Fan's eyebrows moved, and he let out a questioning sound, but in his heart, he was also slightly moved.

Although this voice was not loud, it still reached the ears of the True Martial Sect and the people of the Blood Demon Sect, the disciples of the Blood Demon Sect were happy, while the disciples of the True Martial Sect were pale, and they rushed to Zhang Fan's performance of one hand wind blade and one hand flame just now, they definitely had no hope of survival.

Zhang Fan was expressionless, just stood dumbfounded, at this time his body gathered the eyes of both sides, one side is the True Martial Sect, the other side is the Blood Demon Gate, the more he doesn't speak, the more nervous everyone is, when this kind of nervousness reaches the extreme, people on both sides will definitely shoot at Zhang Fan at the same time.

The True Martial Sect will definitely think that Zhang Fan has not answered for a long time, thinking that Zhang Fan has already agreed with the intention, while the Bloody Demon Gate side will definitely think that Zhang Fan is delaying time if he does not answer for a long time, after all, he is still a disciple of the True Martial Sect.

Time passed unusually slowly in this moment, and every moment seemed to be slowed down countless times.

Huang Zhen'er on the side saw Zhang Fan with his back to her and didn't speak, and a trace of vicious eyes flashed in his eyes.

Her eyes were full of begging, and she slowly put her hand on Zhang Fan's hand.

Zhang Fan looked at her pitiful eyes, and didn't pay attention, just let her hold her hand, but faintly felt that something was wrong in his heart.

Soon, Huang Zhen'er showed a look of surprise on her face, she actually found that Zhang Fan's spiritual power was only superficially filled in her body, and she did not protect her own sea of knowledge, she immediately understood that what kind of bullshit immortal envoy was simply a chick!

Zhang Fan noticed the other party's expression, and wrestled his hands slightly, but found that he couldn't break free!

Zhang Fan's face began to become gloomy, and he said coldly: "Let go!"

"Let it go, haha......" The pitiful look on Huang Zhen'er's face had been completely replaced by a cruel smile.

"Just make up a story and you'll believe it!"

Zhang Fan only felt that his body was numb, and suddenly his eyes turned black, and the whole world seemed to spin, and finally he "plopped" and knelt on the ground on one knee!

"It's over!" Zhang Fan knew on the spot that he had been calculated, and because of his carelessness, he was touched by the other party's body, allowing the other party to take the lead and take advantage of it, and he didn't know what evil method the other party used, and the internal force and spiritual power could not be mobilized at all!

When he broke free, he obviously cracked the bones of the other party's hand, but he didn't expect to still be hit.

Suddenly, the meaning of regret was like a river tsunami, rolling in Zhang Fan's heart.

"Why are you so careless! I know that the other party is a three-hundred-year-old monster, why ....... I'm mad at me!"

Just when Zhang Fan was extremely annoyed in his heart, the other party's cold words came:

"Boy, just make up a story and you believe it?I really thought you were some kind of immortal envoy, I wanted to use you and then act, but I didn't expect to be caught by me so easily, hum, now you can't cast any spells!"

Huang Zhen'er saw that as she expected, she succeeded in one fell swoop, and a few smug smiles appeared on her face.

"Be honest and obedient!" Huang Zhen'er grabbed Zhang Fan and pulled Zhang Fan directly into her arms, maintaining an extremely ambiguous posture.

The people of Broken Soul Peak had completely lost their minds at this time, they didn't know what was going on, but they saw Zhang Fan and Huang Zhen'er hugging each other, Huang Zhen'er glanced at the people around him with his eyes, and then the corners of his mouth curled, and he whispered:

"A swarm of ants!"

When the words landed, the bloodthirsty insects that she had scattered rushed to envelop Zhang Fan and Huang Zhen'er in the center of the field, and made a huge bloodthirsty insect ball, directly blocking everyone's sight.

Everyone was shocked when they saw this, especially Sun Hu, who was so anxious that he kept scratching his cheeks, but he didn't know how to do it.

At this time, an even more bizarre scene happened, all the high-ranking disciples and high-level members of the Blood Demon Sect, all those who had reached the tenth level or above in the cultivation stage, all let out a miserable scream, and then immediately turned into a human skin!

Even those fifty Bloody Guards are no exception!

The bloodthirsty insects in their bodies didn't seem to be under their control, sucking up their essence and blood internal force, and even the flesh and bones were not left.

There was a look of confusion in the eyes of these people, as if they didn't understand why they ended up like this!

At this time, everyone was still in a sluggish state, only Yan Ming, the master of the True Martial Sect, saw this situation, his eyes flashed, at this time, all the senior disciples of the other party and the fighting power were all turned into human skins, although he didn't know how this happened, but he immediately understood that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, so the master of the Yan Sect immediately shouted: "The disciples of the True Martial Sect obey the order!

When the people of the Bloody Demon Sect heard this, they were shocked again, but when they heard the words of the sect master, they also immediately reacted!

After shouting three times, Yan Ming took the lead and rushed directly to the core of the Blood Demon Sect disciples, and suddenly, a piece of blood was sprinkled out of thin air!

Seeing this, the disciples of the True Martial Sect were ecstatic, and they stepped forward one after another, screaming, wailing, and begging for mercy, and they kept ringing out!

This is a massacre! All the disciples of the Bloody Demon Sect who have reached the tenth level of cultivation have been killed one after another, and they have no top-notch combat power at all, even their sect master is now wrapped in a mass of bloodthirsty insects, and the rest are some low-level disciples who have cultivated to be weak, how can they be the opponents of the inner disciples retained by the True Martial Sect?

They also wanted to run, but the way back had been blown up by the True Martial Sect! The real secret passage down the mountain was covered with the defense of the high-level disciples of the True Martial Sect, even if a few of them really rushed to the place of the secret passage, they would definitely face countless traps, and a group of gray-haired terrifying old men, how could they survive.

The result of this battle was without any suspense, it was only less than a quarter of an hour's effort, and the entire Blood Demon Sect disciples on the Broken Soul Peak were all slaughtered by the True Martial Sect, and not a single one was left!

The faces of the Yan Sect Master and the two Dharma Protectors on the left and right were full of complicated expressions, I thought it was the moment of life and death of the sect, but I didn't expect it to be so simple, and I killed the enemy who came to attack it, all of this today seemed to be like a dream, and the unreal feeling kept stimulating the face of every True Martial Sect disciple.

At this time, Zhang Fan had no way of knowing what was going on outside, his body was now stiff, and only two eyes could keep moving.

Huang Zhen'er formed a palm with one hand and slapped it directly towards Zhang Fan's chest.

With a "rattle", Huang Zhen'er's palm seemed to hit a piece of steel, and there was a sound of steel clashing! The palm of the hand was shaken and ached, and the effect of this palm was naturally unsuccessful.

"What's going on!" Huang Zhen'er was stunned by this accident, and her heart was shocked.

"Could it be that he has the art of body refining!" she couldn't help but think in surprise.

Her gaze suddenly swept Zhang Fan up and down, and she touched it everywhere with her hand, but she didn't find any body refining characteristics, so her eyes were even more puzzled.

At this moment when Huang Zhen'er was distracted, Zhang Fan's body seemed to loosen, and his control over the internal force was instantly restored.