In this filthy place, Chen Pan was still polite, and with a palm, the small Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Array exploded in the palm of his hand.

The Hehuan Sect has been inherited for thousands of years, and there are a large number of guardian formations around, but unfortunately in front of Chen Pan, it is nothing. Don't talk about these formations, even the people who set up the formations come in person, and they are not worth mentioning in his eyes.

With a loud bang, the entire mountain was slapped directly into the stratum, and it was instantly flattened.

This time, although the Dao pattern of sucking was not used, only a few people escaped, and the others were shot into powder in the mountain of the girl.

This palm, not to mention the complete removal of the Hehuan faction from the world, but if you want to return to the eyes of the world, it is no longer an overnight thing, and it will even disappear from the Ancient 6.

"What kind of person, ......," shouted a few monks who had escaped with their lives. This is not a question, it is a physiological instinct, a voice that comes out of extreme panic.

However, it sounded so noisy to Chen Pan, and he slapped it directly with one palm, without any suspense, and slapped the escaped person directly to death. Moody, it is the most appropriate to describe Chen Pan at this moment.

When some monks who happened to pass by saw this scene, they were so frightened that they were like sifting chaff, desperately restraining themselves so as not to make a sound.

After leveling the Hehuan faction, Chen Pan immediately flew to the next sect.

I once envied the Sword Saint with a sword that subverted the Plague Sect and returned a bright future to the border of China. Now that he can do it, he can easily erase a sect of inheritance with a raised hand, but his dead relatives can no longer be resurrected.

The enemy does not die. The killing is not stopped, he wants to make all those involved pay the price of blood and life, and he wants everyone to know that he Chen Pan does not only know how to sacrifice for the sake of justice. If necessary, he could even cause irreparable damage to this world by himself without waiting for the so-called apocalyptic catastrophe to come.

Wait until Chen Pan's figure disappears. The monks who passed by had only regained their physical sense.

"It's terrible, who is this person, why are you attacking the Hehuan faction?"

"One palm to wipe out the Hehuan faction, I'm afraid that few people in today's Desolate Ancient 6 can do it. ”

"The Hehuan sect is a sect of ten thousand years. There are many sects related to it, and I am afraid that something big will happen in the evil cultivation world. ”

Everyone talked about it, and they didn't understand how the Hehuan faction had offended this strong man.

At the same time, someone said very suspiciously: "How do I feel that this person looks familiar?"

"Not bad. I felt the same way, but I couldn't remember it for a while. Others said the same.

"Chen Pan, this person is Chen Pan, I remember, he used the law of heaven and earth, and he used this magic power in the battle with the overlord back then!" Someone suddenly exclaimed loudly.

The law of heaven and earth is a barbarian supernatural power, but the average barbarian uses it to be more than 1,000 meters high, and Chen Pan used it to be 10,000 meters in his body, so it is memorable.

"Yes, it's him. It was really him, wasn't he forced to go to the other world? This hero who has been rendered for hundreds of years is back, but it is murderous, what is it for?

Chen Pan won't know what happened behind him. Even if he knew, he didn't care, he had planned to let everyone know that someone had come to avenge the tragedy of the Northern Wilderness, and the avenger was him Chen Pan.

Leaving the Hehuan faction, turn around and go southeast. From the memories of the Xuanming Sage, there was a sect called the Resentful Spirit Sect. The strength is average. In recent years, because of the great changes in the heavens and the earth, there have been saints and strong people, but there is only one person.

Although the strength of this sect is average, they also participated in the events of the year, and Chen Pan will definitely not let them go.

The Wraithing Sect was built on top of an ancient cemetery, where it is said that there was a great war and countless monks fell. The Resentful Spirit Sect is cultivated by collecting the power of the broken soul, and can use extremely resentful exercises to sacrifice the living, which is extremely vicious.

Without saying a word, a palm wiped out the Hehuan faction, Chen Pan felt extremely comfortable, and rushed to this ancient cemetery at a gallop, not wanting to say more, he raised a palm and wanted to shoot it, but he was only halfway through, and suddenly he was stunned and stopped.

In his divine sense, there was no one in this cemetery, and it was empty.

What's going on? Could it be that there is an ambush? Chen Pan frowned, but he was not afraid, lowered his figure, and strode in.

After so many years in the other world, his courage is no longer the same. As the so-called art master is bold, he even dares to break into the sleeping temple of the Light Supreme, where else does he dare not go?

The divine consciousness spread endlessly, striding like a meteor, and walked directly in. There were no traps, but there was no one left.

What's going on? Could it be that these people just have something to do like the Golden Crow? But it won't be that the entire sect has left!

Chen Pan tossed and turned in the cemetery for a while, but still nothing came of it. Vacated and left, and walked around, there was now a quasi-saint cultivating a million miles away.

flew over and directly detained this person from his cave mansion and brought him to the sect of the Resentful Spirit Sect.

"Who are you, what do you want to do?" asked the quasi-saint loudly, but obviously lacked confidence. The person on the other side easily restrained himself, and he had no power to fight back, how could he not be afraid.

"Where did the Resentful Spirit Sect go?" asked Chen Pan with an expressionless face. Millions of miles away, in this world, it is equivalent to the next door, this quasi-saint should know something.

"How do I know......" The quasi-saint said one after another, he is a monk of the Ancient 6, and he is about to enter the realm of a saint, and he used to be a hero, so he naturally has his own temper.

However, before he could finish speaking, Chen Pan directly struck out with a palm, razing the entire Resentful Spirit Sect to the ground, and said coldly again: "Where did the Resentful Spirit Sect go? I only asked this time." ”

Just ask this time, if you still need to ask, you don't need to say more. This is still Chen Pan using the last rational restraint, otherwise he would directly use the soul searching technique.

Seeing Chen Pan's death-like appearance, how could the quasi-saint dare to continue talking nonsense, and in a trembling moment, the things he knew were said like beans pouring into a bamboo tube.

This guy doesn't even brow when he destroys the foundation of the Spirit Sect, and if he wants to kill himself, I'm afraid he won't blink his eyelids.

This quasi-saint said in detail, but it didn't have the answer Chen Pan wanted. He only knew that the Resentful Spirit Sect was still there yesterday, and he didn't know what happened one night, and he left one after another, and there was no one left.

Although this quasi-saint is also very strange, after all, it is the matter of other people's sects, so naturally they will not ask about it.

One night, one after another, there was no one left, Chen Pan frowned, and he had vaguely guessed what had happened.

I'm afraid that because I didn't hide it, someone reported the news.

Either way, we'll find out if we look at the next sect.

Rising into the air, Chen Pan continued to the southeast. You are welcome to your support,