Changliu Prefecture, Xianzhou County.

The sky in Yangjiang Town was blue and cloudless, and the air was filled with the earthy smell of the dirt after the rain had stopped.

Xie Fan stood under the big tree at the gate of the town, his hands clenched into fists, his hands were a little white, and his mood was complicated. He was looking up, staring blankly into the air.

There was a thin and tall black-robed old man hovering in the air, holding a white flag that was more than two meters tall and had a strange shape.

The white flag emitted bursts of black gas, wrapping around the surroundings.

Ten Thousand Souls.

"I'm your mother, I've just crossed over for three months and I'm going to be cultivated into an evil weapon?"

Xie Fan felt the bursts of yin qi coming from the sky, and his back was cold, and then he muttered helplessly with a little despair.

Three months ago, Xie Fan inexplicably traveled from the earth to this world. Knowing that there would be a Xiuzhen sect that would come to the town soon to recruit potential newcomers, he was full of joy and waited to sign up.

According to the general situation, he will soon become a giant of immortal cultivation and marry all kinds of peerless beauties.

Tsk, the infinite lifespan of cultivating immortals, coupled with the company of all kinds of stunning beauties, my mother, what a cool thing.

But the day before the Xiuzhen Sect was coming, that is, today, the old man suddenly came and shouted, "I want to accept the nutrients of our whole village as ten thousand soul flags."

Xie Fan's whole face couldn't cry or laugh, he looked a little depressed, and the corners of his mouth kept twitching.

There was a noise behind him, and a large crowd of people ran to the entrance of the town.

"Brother. ”

Xie Fan looked back, and all the men, women, and children in the town were attracted by the old man, saying that it was a town, but in fact there were only a few dozen people, it was better to say that it was a village.

A little girl in the crowd ran out and threw herself into his arms.

The little girl's skin is slightly tanned, but her eyes are as clear as water, and her facial features are exquisite.

"Xiaofan, are you alright?" a middle-aged couple followed behind the girl.

"Daddy, I'm fine. Xie Fan looked up and said.

The couple surnamed Liu are the adoptive parents of the original owner of their body, although they are not biological, they have been together since childhood, and they are already like their own children.

Seeing that more and more people were gathering, most of the people in the town had already arrived, and they were in a mess.

Seeing this, the old man holding the white banner in the air spoke again, his voice was not loud, but it sounded unusually clear in everyone's ears, "In a quarter of an hour, all of you will die and become the nourishment of my spiritual weapon!"

This old man stood in the air, he must be a monk, and almost all of the people in the town were ordinary people, and it was impossible for him to be the opponent of a monk with great strength.

As soon as the old man's words came out, the people who were still at a loss instantly turned into a pot of porridge.

The old man's eyes burst into a white airflow, and a sinister smile immediately appeared. In his eyes, after the group of people panicked, a gray filth emanated from the top of their heads.

This was the perfect nourishment for the Ten Thousand Soul Banners, so he had to wait a quarter of an hour for them to despair completely.

The more desperate the deceased, the more beneficial it is to the cultivation of the Ten Thousand Soul Banners.

"Brother, I'm afraid. The eight or nine-year-old girl's voice was timid, hiding in Xie Fan's arms and trembling slightly.

"It's okay, Zi asked. Xie Fan comforted.

Maybe it's the memories of this body that affect me. Even if he has only just crossed over for three months, he has developed a lot of affection for the three people of the Liu family.

Saying this, Xie Fan himself didn't know the bottom in his heart, this old man seemed to be an evil cultivator, and he wouldn't be wrong.

Compared with orthodox monks, evil cultivators have no humanity, and most of their cultivation methods are extremely bloody, and their cultivation speed will be faster.

It is no longer unheard of for evil cultivators to massacre on a large scale, and it happens everywhere.

Yangjiang Town didn't come to the evil cultivators before, but most of them just grabbed some money and didn't lose much, but this time it cost the lives of the whole town.

"What should I do, Mayor?" someone in the crowd asked.

Everyone turned their gaze to the back in unison.

A white-haired old man with a rickety figure and was about to die slowly walked to the front of the crowd.

He is the mayor of Yangjiang Town, and he is also the only two monks in this town.

The old man looked high in the sky, his eyes turning solemn. Walking in the air, at least he is also a master of the Yuan Shen Realm, and I am afraid that he will not be able to hold up a single move.

"Xiao Fan, you go to the back mountain and ring the bell, and the immortals of the Three Dao Sect will come to save us. The old man turned his head abruptly and shouted to Xie Fan, his tone was twilight but tough.

The back mountain is not a small distance from here, and the mountain road is difficult to walk, and it is difficult for ordinary people to arrive within a quarter of an hour.

"Yes. Xie Fan immediately agreed.

He was the second monk in this town, but the mayor had guided him to cultivate for a few years, and he was only worthy of entering the second order.

Because his talent is an extremely poor waste spirit root!

The strength of the mayor is the fifth order of entry.

If you enter the sixth order or above, you can at least get a position as a guard in the big family, and few people live in the township.

Rao is like this, and their physique is much stronger than ordinary people. Cultivation pays attention to talent, and there are dozens of people in the town, and only these two can cultivate.

Xie Fan bowed his head slightly and said, "You are always careful." ”

They were the only ones who could fight in the town, and the mayor asked him to ask for help, so he naturally left the danger of facing evil cultivators to himself.

The mayor nodded, he stared at the old man in the sky, his old and decrepit body exuding an aura, giving people a feeling of power.

Although he knew that he was by no means an opponent of evil cultivators, even if he fought this old bone, he still had to fight for Xie Fan a chance to ask for help!

Xie Fan touched Liu Ziwen's head with a smile, nodded to the couple surnamed Liu, turned his head with a solemn face, and quickly ran towards the back mountain.

The mayor of the town is old and frail, and it is impossible to beat it, and he can stay in the air, at least he has condensed the evil cultivation of the primordial gods.

Although after entering the ninth order, it is the condensing Yuan God and entering the Yuan God Realm.

However, along the way of cultivation, the strength of each realm is very different, and even if there are a hundred entry to the ninth order, it is difficult to win a Yuan Shen realm.

We must call for help as soon as possible, otherwise the whole town may really become the unjust soul in the Ten Thousand Souls Banner today.

The evil cultivator was still looking down from the air, Xie Fan did not forget to cover it with the help of the eaves, let go of his steps, and ran towards the back mountain as if he were desperate.

For Xie Fan, there is only half an hour to the back mountain on weekdays, but today it seems extremely far away.

The bell in the back mountain was set up by a monk who was seriously injured and passed by Yangjiang Town many years ago, and after being rescued by the people in the town, with the help of the aura in the mountain, when it was dangerous, he could ask for help from the nearby monk sect Sandao Sect.

"Ahem!"

The voice of the evil cultivator came down again, Xie Fan's body trembled, and his footsteps continued to gallop on the bluestone slab.

The evil cultivator said: "Hehe, the old man doesn't have much patience, let's kill them one by one from now on." ”

As soon as the words fell, before the crowd could panic, a little boy suddenly rose out of thin air, flew upside down into the air, and was sucked into the old man's crooked palm.

The boy's cry resounded throughout the world.

The old man held the little boy by the neck, his palms tightened, and the crying suddenly stopped, and blood dripped down and smashed into the crowd of the town.

The old man waved his hand, and the boy's body turned into a wisp of green smoke and flew into the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

The crowd immediately set off an uproar.

"Beast!"

Seeing this, Xie Fan couldn't help but scold, but fortunately, he had rushed out of the town and came to the foot of the mountain.

When you look up, you can faintly see the quaint big clock placed on the mountainside.

"It seems that with only two or three hundred more people refined, I will be able to break through from the Yuan Shen to the Vientiane Realm!"

The evil cultivator looked at the filthy aura that was getting stronger and stronger underneath, and nodded secretly with satisfaction.

Just as he was about to kill again, the old man looked down and caught a glimpse of a black shadow, which rushed out of the town and rushed up the back mountain.

The old man frowned, and when he released his perception, he found that there was a bell on the top of the mountain, which exuded a lot of spiritual power.

"Hehe, the sound bell, with me, you don't want to ring it. ”

The old man let out a strange laugh, his figure flashed, and the next second he appeared above the foot of the mountain.

Xie Fan ran the whole town for half a quarter of an hour, and this old man arrived in an instant!

"Boy, suffer death, lightning fingers!" The evil cultivator shouted angrily, stood with his fingers together, and two purple lightning bolts flew out of it, heading straight at Xie Fan's back.

As soon as the words fell, an extremely dangerous aura came from behind Xie Fan, even if he didn't have to look back, he could feel the terrifying spiritual power in it, and he knew that if he took this move, he would definitely die.

"Xiao Fan, don't stop!"

A shout rang out, it was the mayor's voice.

Xie Fan understood, no longer sluggish, regardless of the danger behind him, and walked towards the pavilion with a big bell more than ten zhang away.

Behind him, the mayor stomped on the ground, jumped up, and flew two feet above Xie Fan's head.

"Poof!"

A terrifying muffled sound of electric shocks to flesh rang out, and the mayor was knocked to the ground, followed by a heart-rending scream.

With a wave of his hand, the soul of the dead mayor is put into the Ten Thousand Soul Banner. This time, the evil cultivator's face was gloomy, and he didn't expect the people in this town to resist.

He looked at Xie Fan and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, fortunately, the latter's realm was too low and his speed was too slow, and he was still a few steps away from the clock at this time.

Although the distance is short, it is more than enough time for him to kill an inbound garbage.

The old man's fingers were empty, and lightning flew out again.

Burst!

Without any suspense, Xie Fan fell down in response and threw himself in front of the bell, and he had even stepped into the pavilion.

Xie Fan's eyes became blurry, looking at the ancient bell in front of him, but he no longer had the strength to ring it.

"Boom. The evil cultivator flew down from the sky, walked in front of Xie Fan, and was about to accept him into the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, and said in a low voice: "Boy, although your realm is low, your refining is at least better than that of ordinary people. ”

Xie Fan, who fell to the ground, his consciousness had begun to become blurred, and his body only felt intense pain, and his mood was heavy after hearing the old man's voice.

As soon as he died, he not only made the mayor sacrifice in vain, but also put the whole town in danger.

My sister and her adoptive parents, Ye, could not escape death.

No one noticed that at the moment Xie Fan fell, the beads hanging around his neck suddenly flashed a white light, the light was faint, and it disappeared in a flash, and even Xie Fan himself did not notice it.

When Xie Fan's consciousness was about to disappear, he suddenly felt a cold sensation that rose from his neck and directly merged into his mind.

"Huh?"

The evil cultivator felt Xie Fan's strange appearance, and after seeing the latter's blood-covered palm, he suddenly clenched his fists, and let out a shocked sound.

In order to stop Xie Fan just now, he had no reservations, and he used all his strength to point out that point, and under the Yuan Shen Realm, absolutely no one could resist it.

Before the evil cultivator could recover from the shock.

The unconscious Xie Fan slammed into the ground, endured the sharp cracking pain of the muscle tear, couldn't get up, and directly hunched his waist and slammed into Gu Zhong!

Airplanes!

The melodious sound of the bell resounded throughout the mountains.

Hearing the bell, the old man was immediately shocked, he didn't expect that Xie Fan was still alive, and he would hit the bell like a madman.

"Wait for death, shit. Xie Fan sat down weakly against the pavilion pillar and scolded angrily.

After hitting the bell with his head, his eyes were already black and white, and the flesh and blood on his entire back were blurry and dripping blood, and finally he couldn't support it and fell directly.

Suddenly, a drink came from afar.

"The official affairs of the Three Dao Sects, the idle people and others retreat!"