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The ghost without the slightest sense was desperately fleeing from far away as if it was frightened, but it was still directly pulled and shattered by the invisible force field, turning into a little spiritual light and submerging into Yue Pingsheng's quantum body.

"According to the time reference of the Holy Light Continent, at least three months have passed now. ”

"I don't know what the situation is in the Northern Wilderness now?"

"And that matter, it's time to settle it. ”

During this time, it had been deduced that Ye Fan was the shortcut to return to the Northern Wilderness World as soon as possible, and Yue Pingsheng tried his best to capture the power of faith that landed on his mind invisibly, and analyzed it bit by bit.

Although the Xingchen Liesu Sect is not a religion that specifically strengthens and increases the power of faith, as a confidant Ye Fan cultivated by himself, he respects himself like a god, and he also has a faint wisp of faith pinned on him. It's just that because the power of faith of thousands of people is too complicated, and Ye Fan is not cultivated in the way of religious belief, the only trace of faith power is really weak to the extreme, and it is hidden from time to time, and it is not a simple matter to trace the origin from the huge and redundant belief that landed on the mind, and lock Ye Fan's void coordinates.

Yue Pingsheng did not completely pin his hopes on this one method, and at the same time, he was also single-minded, absorbing the Void Information in a steady and steady way, and deducing the location of the Northern Wilderness World from hundreds of millions of chaotic information.

The netherworld space is similar to the existence of wormholes and imaginary spaces, it connects countless different dimensional spaces, and for Yue Pingsheng, casually breaking the space is just landing into other different planes, and only by locking the coordinates can you truly return.

In the dead silence, he was like a lonely god, drifting in the void.

I don't know how long it took, in the midst of Yue Pingsheng's full analysis and complicated countless power of faith, the next moment, a wave of extreme hatred and resentment crossed the void, making one of the wisps of faith so weak that it was imperceptible suddenly ten times stronger, a hundred!

"Zong...... Master ......"

"For me, avenge ......!"

"Avenge me!"

Yue Pingsheng Huo Ran opened his eyes!

......

Blood, corpses, smoke, fire, ruins.

"Run, run!"

"My child!"

"Help me, please, save ......"

In Wuyan City, frightened and terrible screams came one after another, large areas of buildings collapsed, and on the dilapidated streets, figures fled frantically in terror, and groups of walking corpses roared and slaughtered with hideous expressions.

"You deserve to die!

Ye Fan's eyes were blood-red, standing in front of a ruin, facing a group of walking corpses with only whites of their eyes, gray skin, and blurred flesh and blood, which looked like their hair stood on end.

This group of walking corpses is male and female, and several of them are transformed from warriors, and they are extremely fast and ferocious in their actions, and they are extremely difficult to deal with.

At this moment, two lines of blood and tears flowed down Ye Fan's face, staring at them with eyes that were more vicious, cruel, and resentful than these walking corpses.

Wuyan City is Ye Fan's hometown.

When he just rushed back here, he found that the poison of walking corpses had erupted in this city on a large scale, and thousands of people were directly transformed into irrational walking corpses, biting and killing all targets, and in an instant, it was like a fire burning the plain, turning the entire Wuyan City into a bloody hell!

And his father, the old servant who watched him grow up, was not spared, and even because of his illness and advanced age, he was not transformed into a walking corpse, but only two corpses remained, the shape was miserable, and it was unbearable!

"Why ......"

"My Master......"

"My senior brother, and the sect master......"

"Daddy, Fauber...... Why are they ......?"

At this moment, the sight in front of him has become blood-red, and there is only one thought in Ye Fan's mind:

Kill Kill Kill!

Kill and destroy everything in sight!

Swish!

In an instant, Ye Fan suddenly rushed forward, bringing out a vague afterimage, pounced forward, clenched his fist with his left hand, and slammed it into the necks of the three closest walking corpses.

As soon as his fist came out, his arm suddenly grew, and he kept trembling and trembling wildly, just like a soft gun full of elasticity, making a buzzing aftersound and stabbing fiercely with his fist as a gun!

Walking corpses only have the desire and instinct to kill, and have no sense of self-preservation, but only mechanically stretch their hands to "food", and they don't know how to dodge counterattacks when attacked.

With a "click", the neck bones of the three walking corpses facing Ye Fan were directly broken, and their bodies fell to the ground like puppets that lost power.

The three walking corpses fell, and a space suddenly became vacant in the group of corpses, Ye Fan stepped forward, the masonry cracked, and his left hand grabbed the head of a walking corpse on his side, and when the walking corpse had not yet reacted, he used his head as a fulcrum, and rose up, and swept his feet towards the heads of several walking corpses in front of him with a fierce wind.

There was a crackling sound of bodies crashing and bones shattering, and at least five or six walking corpses were swept out, four of which hit the ground with either broken necks or shattered skulls, never to get up again. In addition, several walking corpses were knocked out by them.

With this sweep, the head of the walking corpse in his hand was also directly twisted off, and he suddenly fell to the ground in convulsions.

With this momentary blow, eight walking corpses in the corpse group have since become real corpses, and another four or five walking corpses have been knocked away, and the corpse group has suddenly become chaotic.

Taking advantage of the chaos of the corpses, Ye Fan bowed down, like a tiger predying, an eagle catching a rabbit, and a pair of iron fists hit out like a storm!

Click!

A rapid bone cracking sound sounded, and this was Ye Fan's burst of all his strength in an instant, shattering the throat of the remaining walking corpse in front of him.

Killing all these walking corpses who destroyed his hometown and killed his loved ones, Ye Fan didn't care about his grief, and immediately rushed into the dilapidated courtyard to collect the corpses while there were no other walking corpses coming.

A moment later, Ye Fan, who had temporarily buried his father and the old servant, walked out of the courtyard with a blank expression, crushed the steel teeth, clenched his fists, jumped out, and rushed towards the running and roaring walking corpses like a mad tiger, and began a crazy and endless fight!

Bang bang bang!

In the dull sound of flesh and bones crackling, the corpses were thrown away, or fell motionless on their backs. And Ye Fan was still like a cold puppet, as if he could give some comfort to his soul in such a brutal killing.

"Hmm, Ye Fan, why are you here?"

A startled female voice suddenly sounded.

Ye Fan suddenly raised his head, and saw a peerless and enchanting woman standing in the void, looking in the direction he was in with a very suspicious look.

That's a fish red sound.