"Ahh

Everyone went crazy, some people were blown up to a blur of flesh and blood, so that they were desperate to take a lot of pills, especially those who were hostile to Wang Fan, who were the most affected, and Wang Fan only targeted them. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Look, you must find him, I'm going to tear him up. A sword cultivator roared.

"He can't escape. "Vertical Sword Cultivation was furious.

Wang Fan was too crazy this time and counted everyone in it.

The scene was chaotic, but no one found Wang Fan's traces, no matter how much his divine sense swept, he couldn't be found.

"Impossible? A person who is only a fifth-level cultivator in the Spirit Condensation Realm, can he still fly?"

It is true that the fifth layer of the Spirit Condensation Realm cannot fly, and only those who are at the peak of the ninth layer of the Spirit Condensing Realm can use their spiritual power to control the sky.

A fifth-layer cultivator of the Spirit Condensation Realm made the sword cultivators in this area of the Tianli Divine Kingdom, and some even sword cultivators from other states, suffer a big loss.

"Ahem. Jing Chengran coughed up blood and took the pill given by his grandfather, and only then did he recover some improvements.

Although he is in the Treasure Realm, he is defenseless, and it is impossible for his physical body to resist too much bombardment.

"Don't mess up, don't create chaos for that kid to escape, he may be disguised in the crowd. One of the monks shouted.

Suddenly, everyone felt a chill.

Yes, he can't fly, he can't disappear all at once, there is only one way, and that is to hide in the crowd.

Yugu Mountain is very big, Wang Fan will not come out as long as he hides, and when everyone chases him out, he will escape.

Suddenly, all the sword cultivators kept paying attention to the people around them.

"It's you!" a sword cultivator stretched out his hand and grabbed the person next to him.

When everyone heard that, whether it was heaven or earth, they instantly surrounded this person, and that person was frightened, and hurriedly performed his cultivation, condensing the seventh layer of the Spirit Realm.

"I'm not, I have a seventh-level cultivation in the Spirit Condensation Realm, and that kid only has a fifth-level cultivation in the Spirit Condensing Realm. ”

Jing Chengran has almost recovered, but there are still dark wounds in his body, he has never been so angry, and said: "Everyone shows their cultivation, he can't escape." ”

Suddenly, everyone showed their cultivation one by one, and the dazzling light lit up in Yugu Mountain.

"It's you!"

While everyone was exercising their cultivation, there was a short monk, surrounded by everyone.

This person is Wang Fan?

"Who the hell are you?"

At the moment when Wang Fan was surrounded, all the monks calmed down a lot, in fact, everyone had to admire Wang Fan in their hearts, a small condensation realm was only five layers, and he actually played everyone.

The little monk smiled and said, "Wang Fan." ”

This name is destined to make Jian Xiu unforgettable.

"Laugh when you die. "A sword cultivator is seriously injured, but at this time, his eyes are greedy, and the sword spirit may be on him.

There were too many people who had the same idea as him, a group of people pounced on it, and a group of sword cultivators didn't even use a sword, so it could be seen how anxious they were.

The figure of the short monk disappeared, and everyone who rushed forward was stunned.

"Retreat!" shouted the old woman with the sword pill.

"Boom!"

There were countless screams, and many people were blown out of their hands and feet, dripping with blood.

Just now, where the dwarf monk disappeared, was replaced by a fluorescent ball of energy.

At the same time, such a tragic situation is happening constantly, as long as it is a monk of the fifth layer of the Spirit Condensing Realm, everyone thinks that it is Wang Fan, but the person is gone, and it is a ball of energy stars full of insidious taste.

"Ahhh ”

Before, the besieging sword cultivator went crazy, he had never been so embarrassed since he practiced, he was a high-ranking sword cultivator, he cultivated at the age of eighteen, he had cultivated to the peak of the eighth layer of the Spirit Condensing Realm, he was a genius in the same age, how could he accept such a humiliation!

A sword hovered above his head, and his killing intent skyrocketed to the extreme.

"Wang Fan, come out for me, I will fight you to the death. ”

"Come out and never die. ”

Crazy, everyone is crazy, they have been tricked to this extent, and they have all their thoughts after drinking Wang Fan's flesh and blood.

Jing Chengran had a gloomy face and shouted: "The more you are like this, the happier that despicable villain will be, don't forget, he has deceived everyone before, even my grandfather thinks that he is a mortal." ”

Wang Fan: It turns out that your name is Wang Fan.

Jing Chengran's heart was full of murderous intent, he secretly compared himself with Wang Fan, if he was surrounded by people in this situation, and even injured his grandfather, making several old monsters so embarrassed, could he do it with his own words?

The answer is, no.

has never been destroyed, but now it has been trampled on by Wang Fan over and over again.

Only by killing Wang Fan can he be reconciled.

"This person is cunning, he can cultivate his whole body to cover up, he looks like a mortal with a waste vein, perhaps! Jing Chengran's essence flashed, and his terrifying divine sense covered Yugu Mountain.

Yugu Mountain is very large, and there are many mortal villages and towns, with his strength, he can only sweep a quarter, if Wang Fan is deep in it, it is really not easy to find!

"Unless, kill all the mortals here. Jing Chengran flashed a strong murderous intent.

Jing Chengran's figure flashed and appeared in a village, where people have lived quietly here for hundreds of years, although sometimes they see cultivators flying into the sky, they are all accustomed to it, because cultivators will not harm them, but give them shelter.

The rhythm of life in the village was as usual, and at this time, Jing Chengran came to the sky, swept his senses, and shouted: "Wang Fan, come out." ”

Everyone in the village raised their heads and saw that it was a powerful Flying Heaven cultivator, and they looked at it with great envy, especially those children who had illusions about cultivation, they were not big, only seven or eight years old.

"No, I'll kill everyone here, and they're all dying because of you. Jing Chengran's eyes were cold.

What he said could only be heard by the monks, and as for the mortals below, they looked at him in confusion.

Some sword cultivators rushed over, and when they heard what Jing Chengran said, they all gasped.

"What is this Jing Chengran really going to do? There are too many mortals in this Yugu Mountain. ”

"Hmph, don't you know, right? When this person was in the Spirit Condensing Realm, he was a Demon Sword Cultivator, and he broke through the Treasure Realm, and he was a ruthless person. ”

Jing Chengran's grandfather closed his eyes to recover from his injuries, and those old monsters frowned, this Jing Chengran's murderous aura was too heavy, but no one stepped forward to stop him.

Wang Fan disappeared, and Jing Chengran said coldly: "Very good, they all died because of you." ”

At his fingertips, a series of sword qi shot out, like a group of demons dancing wildly.

The woman was holding a child in her arms and making the boy laugh, when suddenly a sword aura penetrated through her eyebrows, and the woman fell to the ground without even saying a word.

"Mother, mother, what's wrong with you!"

The child was only six years old, and when he saw his mother fall down inexplicably, he thought he was sick and pushed forward.

"Ahh

"Grandpa, you don't want to die. "A girl hugged her grandfather's corpse and couldn't stop crying.

The blood was pervasive, and this place seemed to have become purgatory, and everyone died violently, and in a short time ninety percent of the people in the village died.

"Ahh The old village elder burst into tears, trembling and kneeling on the ground, holding his wife in his arms.

Jing Chengran's face was as cold as frost, and he said, "Don't blame me, if you want to blame, blame the person named Wang Fan." ”

"Poof!" the last old village chief also died.