Endless remorse and fear filled the heart of the head of the Fan family.

At the same time, he also hated Ye Yun.

Ye Yun obviously said that he was only from a very small particle world, why did he have so many young and powerful friends?

Could it be that Ye Yun was lying to them from beginning to end?

He was thinking.

Rumble!

Colorful poisonous mist, sharp sword intent, and powerful runes fell from the sky at the same time, and several attacks collided, bursting out with powerful power, making people unable to even mobilize their spiritual power.

"Run!"

At this time, the highest Great Elder of Cultivation said in a hoarse voice: "We are not their opponents, run away, leave the Fan family, and go to the Holy Fire Sect!" ”

"Yes, go to the Holy Fire Cult to move the rescuers."

As the only martial ancestor of the family, the Great Elder had no intention of fighting at all, and his body turned into a streamer of light and fled to the far side of the sky.

And the rest of the people, in front of Ye Yiche, Ye Yilan and Jun Jianxian, who were cultivated by Wu Zu, had no power to fight back at all.

The ancestor of the Fan family, who was in retreat, felt the earth-shattering spiritual power fluctuations, and he also hurriedly broke through the barrier and killed it violently.

However, when I looked at the situation outside, I was instantly dumbfounded.

Martial Ancestor!

There are four Martial Ancestors!

When did the Fan family provoke such a powerful opponent?

Ye Dying Yin took a few steps from the void and arrived at the place where the Fan family was refining.

The place was in the basement.

There are layers of defense.

Considering that there were Ye Yun below, as well as other innocent people who had been captured, Ye Dye Yin sacrificed the strange fire and controlled the strange fire to burn those defenses and buildings.

At this time.

The Great Elder, who wanted to escape, slammed into the barrier she had set up.

This space has been sealed off by her, and no one can fly out without her permission.

Ye Ran Yin snorted coldly, and without even looking at it, the surrounding spiritual power quickly condensed from her hand into a transparent spiritual power sword.

She waved her hand to her side, and the sword of spiritual power flew towards the Great Elder of Fan Mansion as if it had eyes.

The Great Elder was frowning at the barrier that was blocking his way, thinking about how to crack it......

Shout!

The sword of spiritual power flew like a swift wind.

He hadn't reacted yet......

Poof!

The sword of spiritual power pierced directly through his chest.

The powerful, breathless coercion, suppressed his soul trembled.

"Super ...... Extraordinary...... No, no, Most Holy...... After all, it was a saint......"

Rumble!

The sword of spiritual power exploded from his body.

Fry him as a martial ancestor and fry him into powder.

All his consciousness was stuck in the shock and horror of the last moment.

Meantime.

Bang!

The building in front of Yazen was also burned down.

All the debris and ashes, under the control of Nightshade, floated in the air, revealing the deep passage below.

With a gentle send, the crumbs and ashes fell aside, and Nightdye jumped down the passage.

The blazing breath came to the face.

There were quite a few people wearing refining suits, sitting around a refining furnace for several laps, and in the huge furnace, there were weapons that exuded a strange aura suspended in the air, smelted by the flames below.

Meantime.

Around the furnace, there were also thin cultivators hanging with iron chains, and the qi and blood of those cultivators were constantly introduced into the furnace by the refiners with special exercises.

Their lives are being siphoned off, and several of them have died.

And closest to the furnace, hanging with iron chains was a handsome young man, whose long hair was scattered, sweat was wet on his cheeks, and the skin was becoming more and more pale and bloodless.

His eyelashes drooped, his eyes closed, and he seemed to have lost consciousness.

Ye Dyeyin's eyes shrank suddenly: "Ye Yun!" ”

But as soon as her mind turned, she went to the young man's side, cut off the chain with one finger, and took the young man into her arms.

The young man was cold and his breath was weak.

Ye Ran Yin hurriedly took out a lotus seed and stuffed it into his mouth.

At the same time, endless anger and anger burst out from all around her.

"Who? How dare you disturb our refining? ”

The refiners also found out that Ye Dye Yin was an uninvited guest, and they immediately shouted in dissatisfaction.

Night Dye snorted coldly, and waved his sleeves.

Brush brush brush.

Endless sword qi burst out from all around her.

Those refiners were suppressed and couldn't even breathe, their eyes widened in fear, and their heads were cut off by the sharp sword qi before the words of begging for mercy came out.

In an instant, countless bloody heads rolled to the ground.

Ye Ranyin's face was as cold as water, his eyes were indifferent, and his spiritual power spread like a tide.

Then he struck again, putting down all the cultivators who were still alive who were hanging from the chains like Ye Yun and cut off the chains.

After that, he took out a vitality pill, crushed it directly, and threw it into the air.

The power of the elixir filled the basement, and those dying cultivators slowly woke up.

Ye Yun's eyelashes moved, and he was about to wake up.

Nightshade said lightly to those people: "You are free. ”

Only then did those people realize their situation, and when they saw that the chains that bound them were severed, and the heads of those refiners were gone, they couldn't help but feel a little happy in their hearts.

Then they all bowed down to the night: "Thank you for saving your life." ”