Yue Yue was furious!

A body of mana breath, involuntarily swept up and down, like a surging sea, the soul penetrated to this prehistoric era to the present, and there has never been such a rage.

Thinking of so many people, who died because of themselves, they blamed themselves even more, and they couldn't wait to kill Shangguan Fan immediately.

The faces of those angry monks who had been killed by themselves before also came to mind, and it turned out that they—really hot-blooded.

The red storm next to him, looking at him, couldn't help but tremble!

"Brother Dao, maybe it wasn't Shangguan Fan who sent someone to do it, maybe it was really someone with bloody hands and monsters. ”

"That's such a coincidence, we fled here, and these things happened wherever they went!"

Yue Yue glared at him.

Red Storm nodded sneeringly, and said suspiciously: "But why did Shangguan Fan do this? Is it because he thinks that it is easy to expose flaws by cheating?"

Yue Yuran was silent when he heard this.

This question made him calm down a little.

"My plan may be soft-hearted, and it may be easy to be seen through, but as long as Shangguan Fan and his subordinates pick some mortals and small forces to start, it is not difficult, and there is no need to worry too much, this guy, suddenly changing his plan, there must be some insidious purpose. ”

After a moment, Yue Yuran said.

I vaguely felt in my heart that Shangguan Fan's insidious purpose was for himself.

Red Storm nodded.

"Brother Dao, how many such things do you and Shangguan Fan's plan be, do you plan to do until you draw the old monster of the bloody hand?"

"Among the monks, we are only going to do five, and among the mortals, we can do a little more, mainly because we are worried that the person who acts will be targeted. ”

In other words, it shouldn't be over yet. ”

Yue Yuran nodded slightly.

"What are Brother Dao's plans?"

"They must be stopped!"

Yue Yuran gave six words, that is, stride away!

......

Disorderly!

Disorderly!

Disorderly!

In the cultivation realm, there is unspeakable chaos, because of Yue Yuran and Red Storm, because of the bloody old monster, a large number of monks, and the clouds are running through the rain, there must be grievances and entanglements between them, and there are also a lot of conflicts.

And those small forces are terrified, and they don't know when the catastrophe will fall on them.

Yue Yuran and Red Storm obviously didn't know, so they could only search around in the nearby area.

On this day, passing by a small city, the city was full of crying.

Yue Yueran's spiritual sense swept away, and his face turned violently. Red Storm noticed it and didn't ask much, but the gossip of the people in the city quickly told him the answer.

"Who the hell did that?"

"What is the wicked man who killed this day kidnapped seven pregnant women in the city overnight?"

"Shhh ”

All kinds of discussions came to my ears.

And the time of this incident was last night.

......

Yue Yuran had a gloomy face, and walked out of the city, and the huge power of spiritual consciousness swept away.

Only half an hour later, I found more than thirty miles west of the city, in the depths of the jungle.

The fog was thick and there was dead silence, and the smell of blood flowed through the air.

Roar –

A few bear-like monsters were biting at the severed limbs, some of the blood, the umbilical cord was faintly visible, and the delicate arm-like things seemed to have been dug out of a pit.

It's impossible to look at directly, and it's even more terrifying to think about it!

If Shangguan Fan had made a shady move, the monks who had kidnapped those women before would definitely not be able to lock them up somewhere, and it would have been solved halfway!

How to fix it?

The most brutal means, of course!

Yue Yueran's eyes became more sad, more self-reproachful, and more angry.

At this moment, a few traces of vicissitudes also climbed on his face.

He thought he was shrewd enough, in control of everything, and good enough to deal with these guys in prehistoric times, but if someone really did a fake show, he would be burdened with huge karma.

Whoosh –

A finger shot out, easily piercing the heads of those wild bears.

Rumble!

They blasted out of the pit again, severed the limbs, and buried them deeply, moving slowly and heavily.

Even if it was a red storm, he felt that in Dao Yue's heart, a fire was burning more and more!

"Look, we must find these bastards!"

The roar roared through the mountains and forests.

Yue Yue flew away.

......

The two did not leave this area, and the elite team that got the news and rushed here began to rush over. The alliance of several big families and forces, Yue Yueran has seen it several times.

Fortunately, there is still the power of the primordial gods!

Relying on this mysterious perception, Yue Yue Ran turned ahead of time, avoided these large troops, and continued to search for Shangguan Fan's secret team.

Sea of Sorrows!

An ocean with a radius of tens of thousands of miles, connected to the endless sea further south, this sad sea, there are many islands, but there are not many strong spiritual energy, therefore, there are not many monks who occupy this place, only a few small forces, and some scattered cave mansions, and they are extremely scattered.

One of the forces is called Haitian Pavilion.

This Haitian Pavilion, the sect up and down, but nearly a hundred people, most of them are not in a high realm, inherited from a group of gathered scattered cultivators, and are working hard to grow.

On this day, the moon was dark and the wind was high.

Boom –

The fierce rumbling sound, like a sudden thunder, suddenly exploded on the Changkong Island where the Haitian Pavilion was located, and it was just no fun to come together, accompanied by the light of thunder and lightning.

In an instant, the sky shook.

The monks of the sect, sensing the movement, rushed out of their own secret rooms one after another.

Whoosh –

As soon as it came out, a large number of attacks attacked, and magic weapons and spells flew together.

Behind the magic weapon spell, there are black figures with masked faces, at least in the middle stage of foundation building.

"Who are you?"

"You guys, how did you get into our mountain gate?"

There was a lot of shouting, but no one answered.

Those black-clothed people were quick and ruthless, and in a short time, they were the disciples of Haitian Pavilion, and they died tragically on the spot, but the opponent's eyes were as cold as ice, even on their own side, there were injuries and deaths.

At the gate of the mountain, someone had already intercepted it.

An extraordinarily slender figure, also masked, stood with his hands in his hands, his figure as thin as steel bar, and his eyes were like cold poisonous snakes.