"Send someone to approach Ling Fan, get the information about the aura behind him, and find out how it was formed!"

There were many people who wanted to strangle Ling Fan, but more sects and families focused their attention on the aura, and they felt that it was very worth studying.

Some people with extraordinary vision put forward the point of view, saying that it is not like some kind of mysticism, which is very strange!

The people of Folding Space have come a long way on the road of evolution, but it does not mean that they have all been perfected, and they are still exploring every realm, hoping to develop to the extreme.

Some people with keen thinking feel that there is a big problem with the aura behind Ling Fan, maybe it is related to a certain fork in the road in the evolutionary process, maybe it is an extreme, maybe it is a branch, in short, it is worth treating seriously.

On the plane to Jiangzhou Province, the people of the Shenzhou headquarters were excited.

Most of these people were young people, and Ling Fan's blood burst the severed head and ignited everyone's blood.

"Ling Fan is only stronger than Jiang Vow, it's really amazing!"

Nie Miao, the captain of the lion team, said lightly, with a hint of envy in his words.

He was trampled on by Jiang Oath once, and now another young man who is more powerful than Jiang Oath has come out, which is something he is happy to see.

There was a blazing light in Qiu Boyi's eyes, and his belief was ignited by Ling Fan's battle.

He never admits defeat easily, he was frustrated when he lost to Jiang Oath, but he quickly adjusted his mentality.

This time Ling Fan's incident touched him very much, and he would work harder to get out of his own path to becoming a strong man.

Three hundred kilometers north of the provincial capital of Jiangzhou, there were four people sitting together.

The person in the north was dressed in a strong suit, with big ears and a wide forehead, golden light flashing in his eyes, and his breath was amazing, and he was several points stronger than Sikong Xuan.

"Ling Fan is already qualified to participate in us, how about wooing him?"

His words made the other three silently ponder.

On the south side sat a woman, sitting in a very bold posture, one leg bent and the other leg stretched straight, without the slightest female reserve.

She was dressed in a well-fitting cyan practice uniform, about thirty years old, with long hair tied up and a ball on top of her head.

With slender legs and well-proportioned arms, they contain explosive power and exude a dangerous aura.

"The lad is very good, if you can get it over, it's very good. The woman approving.

On the west side sat a monk, of unknown age, with a solemn appearance, and a robe with gilt thread on a red background, and a treasure glow rising from the top of his head.

He folded his hands and pronounced a Buddha name, saying, "Just follow the fate." ”

In the east, a dashing man dressed as a Taoist priest does not need to be about thirty years old.

In his hand, he played with a sharp sword the size of a palm, and the splendor on the sword was dazzling, and it was nothing extraordinary.

There was an amazing bloom in his eyes, he glanced at the middle-aged man in a strong suit, and said simply: "Yes." ”

The four people who talked were the four bigwigs of the Shenzhou Headquarters, each of whom was amazingly powerful, and any one of them was no weaker than Sikong Xuan.

Their wooing plan was destined not to succeed, because Ling Fan was originally a member of the Shenzhou Headquarters, but they didn't know it.

The four of them gathered here to wait for the large army to assemble and then recapture the provincial capital of Jiangzhou from the Evolution Beast in one fell swoop.

At this stage, only the Huaguo organization has the ability to organize a big war of this level, and no one has such a strong force.

The monks are from Songshan, the Taoist priests are from Longhu Mountain, and the rest of the men and women are the power cultivated by Shenzhou itself.

They are among the top aborigines of the moment.

The four of them didn't expect that in the boring waiting, they also watched an extremely exciting battle, and through the live broadcast, they clearly understood how far Ling Fan's strength had reached.

And what really frightened them was Ling Fan's potential, the Transformation Realm had such strength, what kind of combat power Ling Fan would have when he stepped into the Guiding Energy Realm, they felt extremely excited.

Outsiders think that the big guy in Shenzhou has amazing strength and unlimited scenery, but in fact, it is not.

They are the ones who are the most stressed.

Commanding the largest evolutionary organization in China, he has learned a lot of things, and the things on his shoulders are too heavy.

Isn't the Channeling Energy Realm great?

They learned that there were more advanced existences in the Evolution Sect, but they had not yet recovered their strength, and they had not yet emerged and were hiding in the shadows.

Someday, perhaps not too long, those who control the realm will walk in the world.

On the aboriginal side, who can compete with it?

Therefore, the four of them did not dare to slack off in the slightest, and even more ruthless than anyone else, constantly walking in the famous mountains and rivers, looking for various opportunities, and striving to improve their strength.

When they found out about Ling Fan, they were overjoyed, and immediately planned to pull Ling Fan together to share the pressure.

After talking a few words, several people returned to quiet again, meditating and cultivating separately, quietly waiting for the arrival of most of the people, after all, the affairs of Jiangzhou Provincial City are now the top priority.

Between Jizhou Province and Luzhou Province, there is a mountainous undulating area, which suddenly appears after the folding space is opened, stretching for thousands of miles, very magnificent.

In the midst of the mountains, there is an area that is very strange, covered with haze all day long, and there is always a gray-black fog drifting, which looks very gloomy.

In the gloomy place, a huge palace sits on an extremely large area, divided into several areas, made of special black rocks, oppressive and cold.

At this time, a wisp of remnant soul plunged into the mist from mid-air, and then quickly rushed into the door of the palace with the three big characters of "Senluo Palace" hanging on it.

"Quick! Prepare the Soul Pool!"

A roar of anger wafted through the palace.

"Master, it's ready!" someone said tremblingly.

Needless to say, as early as when he was blown up by Ling Fan's hammer and his soul flew into the sky, the disciples in the sect had already begun to prepare.

There was a lot of jubilation in the sect, ready to celebrate the return of the Sikong Hall Master carrying Ling Fan's corpse, and when the time came, it would be publicized on the Internet to show the majesty of the Senluo Palace.

As a result, the situation took a turn for the worse, and their hall master was shot in the head, leaving only a wisp of remnant soul to flee back.

This made the disciples of the sect shocked, but fortunately, there were disciples who were a little calm, and immediately ordered to prepare the soul pool, so that when Sikong Duan returned, he could warm his soul and renew his body.

In a pool of water three meters square, Sikong Xuan's soul floated in it, and his transparent face was full of anger.

The soul energy in the pool is rich, exuding a strange luster, and wisps of silk threads are fluttering, strengthening the three souls and seven spirits that are broken.

"Ling Fan, if you don't take revenge, the old man will not be a man!"

made a poisonous oath in his heart, and Sikong Xuan slowly sank into the soul pool.

The process of nourishing the soul and restoring the physical body was long and painful, which made his hatred for Ling Fan like a surging river.

I just want to boil Ling Fan's cramps and bones into meat sauce, and then refine my soul into old medicine and swallow it.

However, just at the stall where Sikong Duan nourished his soul, several astonishing auras in the Senluo Hall rose into the sky, dispersing the rich haze.

A few roaring sounds shook the hall, making the disciple who was originally sad-faced overjoyed.