Jiang Fan knew in his heart that he had just seen these acquaintances outside the prison cell, which caused him to lose his temper, so he did this irrational thing.

And Jiang Fan suspected that the maid outside the door should also have noticed that something was wrong!

Once these wrong places are dug deep by people with intentions, it may be a huge disaster for Jiang Fan.

Therefore, Jiang Fan decided to kill everyone in the secret room, and used his only evil treasure small flag to devour the souls of these people, so as to create an illusion that the slavery he bought the Qingjian Gate was only used to refine magic weapons and achieve himself.

"Stinky boy, help me break the seal, I will definitely say a few good words for you in front of my master after I escape!"

"Jiang Fan, do you remember me? We are the same batch of Wu Evil Battlefield!"

"Brother Fan, what are you going to do!"

Looking at the noisy and chaotic crowd below, Jiang Fan took out the small black flag from the small world and held it tightly in his hand. Between his eyes, a line of tears slowly flowed from top to bottom.

"I'm sorry, fellow Daoists, instead of letting you be bought and sold like commodities, it's better to give you a good time. ”

Most of the people below were confused by Jiang Fan's words, and only some people with spiritual lights thought of something terrible and ran frantically towards the stone door of the secret room, while shouting loudly:

"Jiang Fan, don't mess around, we are disciples of the Qingjian Sect, if you kill us, you will also be hunted down by our elders!"

As soon as he said this, everyone suddenly realized in their hearts.

"Boy, don't mess around, you have something to say!"

"Jiang Fan, you have to be calm!"

Jiang Fan looked at the somewhat chaotic crowd below, his eyes suddenly closed, and he tilted his head to the side and didn't dare to look.

At the same time, dozens of times the pressure spread around him.

Everyone present suddenly felt that the density of the surrounding space suddenly intensified and distorted. And the body began to deform and tear like a twist.

"Oh my God~ It hurts so much!"

"Jiang Fan, you can't die well!"

"I won't let you go!"

"Bang! bang!" Countless crackling sounds rang out irregularly in the audience.

Over time. The shouting and invective became quieter and quieter. Eventually, apart from the occasional crackling, there was no more sound.

Jiang Fan slowly opened his eyes and looked down.

The scene was a mess, with stumps and broken arms scattered all over the ground, and some people who had not lost their breath were either crushed or lying on the bodies of the dead, and their mouths could only let out a weak gasp sound.

Jiang Fan saw Chen Yong, who had only half of his head left, and who had already died. saw the two brothers who had followed him who had been crushed into minced meat, and what was even more unexpected to Jiang Fan was that Xu Tong, who had betrayed him, actually survived with a breath.

I saw that Xu Tong's eyeballs had already burst at this moment, leaving only two pieces of rotten flesh glued to the position of his eyes. In addition to the chest below the neck, there is also minced meat hanging on the chest, thinking that the rest of the body has already been blown apart and there is no trace.

Jiang Fan looked at Xu Tong, whose mouth was open and closed, as if he wanted to say something, and slightly performed a simple healing technique on him.

Unexpectedly, Xu Tong, who was cured, opened his mouth with a sentence insulting Jiang Fan.

"Jiang Fan, you inhumane cultivator! I curse you that one day you will be like us, easily toyed with and tortured like ants. ”

Looking at Xu Tong, who was only holding a breath, Jiang Fan said helplessly: "I hope!"

"Squeak!" a shrill voice resounded in the chamber like a friction in space.

As the space distorted, the severed arms of hundreds of corpses in the secret room were squeezed into thick blood mist, scattered and floating in the air.

From the time when everyone died one after another, Jiang Fan found that the small flag in his hand seemed to have spiritual wisdom, and he wanted to break free from it, but after Jiang Fan's suppression, the small flag was always comfortably held in his hand.

Jiang Fan guessed that the sloppy middle-aged man who sold him Xiaoqi should also know that this Xiaoqi was an evil thing. The reason why he didn't dare to try to recognize the Lord easily was probably because he was afraid that he would end up with an evil thing and fall away.

Jiang Fan's heart was crossed, and he secretly said in his heart: "You have to do a full set of plays, otherwise what should I do if I am seen to have deliberately killed my mouth!"

He immediately raised the small flag in his hand, and at the same time let go of the divine consciousness restraint on it.

The small flag floated in the air on its own, and then a dark black vortex appeared on it, and countless souls that were wanton in the air were intensified, manifested, and finally swept into the vortex.

After being devoured, the small flag glowed black, and from time to time a figure appeared on it, as if it wanted to escape from it.

Jiang Fan knew that it was a critical step at this moment. If you don't take the opportunity to confess the Lord now, everything you have done before will be ruined.

With a drop of essence blood dripping in, Xiao Qi was not as unresponsive as before.

Maybe it's because I have just absorbed a large number of unjust souls, and the machine spirit is awakening at this moment, so the confession of the Lord begins!

I saw that a large amount of mist suddenly poured out from the small flag and attacked Jiang Fan's face, no matter what means Jiang Fan used, he still couldn't stop the invasion of the black mist.

At this moment, Jiang Fan only felt that he was in a darkness, and there were constant wails all around! Immediately, one after another phantoms who had been killed by himself slowly appeared around.

The panicked Jiang Fan used his supernatural powers countless times to destroy the phantoms around him, and then the phantoms converged again and again.

With the use of supernatural powers again and again, Jiang Fan began to exhaust and decay. In the end, I can only let the figures get close to me and devour myself...

Just when Jiang Fan reached the critical point, a golden light suddenly appeared on his right arm! A woman's soft and majestic voice came out of it.

"Get out!~"

When a word came out, the sound was like a rolling heat wave, and the shadows disappeared everywhere it went, and even this piece of heaven and earth couldn't stop trembling.

As the shaking intensified, a black face was looking at Jiang Fan who was fainting on the ground with a frightened expression.

"It's actually Jiang..."

Before the words fell, the black face was shattered by the incoming voice.

"Boom!" There was a loud bang! The surrounding black world suddenly collapsed, and Jiang Fan inside also returned to nothingness.

One hour, two hours...

A day, two days, seven days passed in the blink of an eye.

Outside the secret room, the maid and the old woman were still guarding outside, and the director of the slave auction house had also come a few times during this period, but Jiang Fan had not yet left the customs, so he had no choice but to leave.

The maid has left several times in the past few days, and the strange thing is that the maid's attitude towards the old woman after each return has become more and more cold.

Finally, on this day, the maid spoke.

"After the news I got in the past few days, there was no sign of life in the secret room as early as six days ago, and I don't know what Tiandaozi did in the secret room. ”

Hearing this, the old woman's face instantly turned ugly, they originally thought that it was common for monks to retreat for ten days and half a month, and even some monks had been in retreat for decades, or even hundreds of years. Therefore, they did not worry too much, but after hearing the maid's words, they could not help but be worried.

"Our young man has great powers, and his methods are beyond the imagination of ordinary people, so I firmly believe that the young master is just a retreat inside, and there will be no accidents!" said the third child, who was usually quite thoughtful, to the maid.

"Our secret rooms here are all connected to the spiritual veins of the prison gate, and the sensing of the spiritual veins has never been wrong. So, everyone, let's open the secret room and find out!"

The maid's words had two purposes, one of which was to determine Jiang Fan's life and death as she said. The second is that he was curious about Jiang Fan's actions before entering the secret room, and why Jiang Fan bought all those people without the slightest consideration when he saw the enslavement of the Qingjian Gate.

You must know that Jiang Fan killed many of them in the crowd when he was selected for slavery.

Just when the two sides were arguing, Jiang Fan's fingers in the secret room suddenly moved, and at the same time, his consciousness returned to Jiang Fan's body from the small flag.

"It's terrifying!" Jiang Fan rubbed his head and muttered to himself the first thing he did.

Recalling that in that dark world, he was devoured by other souls with almost no power to resist, and he was always afraid whenever he thought of Jiang Fan.

"What happened in the end, and why am I still alive now!"

Seeing the small flag that fell beside him, Jiang Fan planned to directly reach out and hold the small flag in his hand.

As soon as he touched the small flag, a simple message appeared in his consciousness.

'Soul Devouring Banner, a non-grade magic weapon, increases its strength by devouring souls, and grows infinitely into a spiritual treasure. After reading the introduction, Jiang Fan felt helpless for a while.

"Infinite growth type, this is a rare spiritual treasure! It can accompany it for a lifetime! It's just that this 'increasing strength by devouring souls' is not forcing me to kill people!"

Jiang Fan was helpless, although he was helpless, he still included the Soul Devouring Banner into his small world.

At the same time, Jiang Fan firmly believes that even if this thing is an evil treasure, even if he kills so many people!

He firmly believes that 'the world is cruel, but it doesn't have to be ugly.' ’

It's just that what Jiang Fan didn't expect was that this sentence not only became his 'motto', but also summed up his life.

Outside the secret room, at this moment, the old woman and the maid were looking at each other.

"Let's go in and find out, even if we disturb the retreat of the Heavenly Daozi, he will forgive us out of our concern!" the maid dissuaded as she glanced at the others behind her.

"Today, I see who dares to disturb my son-in-law's retreat!" the old woman was furious, and at the same time, an object flew out of her chest, and then slowly became larger, and the coercion instantly enveloped everyone present.

"It's the way of heaven!" muttered the maid's eyes widened.

"Presumptuous! You have repeatedly disrupted the order of my town and prison, is it really that there is no one in my town and prison!" A voice came out of the void and fell into the ears of everyone present.

The boundless sense of power suppressed everyone present, unable to move.

The Eye of Heaven stared upwards with its giant eyes, as if it could see a figure appear above the void.

Although the maid was so frightened by the coercion that she couldn't move, she knew in her heart that the sky-stepping powerhouse above must have been invited by her own side to support her, so she simply said loudly:

"Jiang Fan has died in the secret room, and the spiritual vein shows that there is absolutely no mistake. But these people are still stubborn in their opinions, and they are even more aggressive in their words, begging the great power of the heavens to uphold justice for us!"

When the old woman heard this, she was stunned for a moment, and then said angrily: "We have always treated each other politely, when do you force each other! On the contrary, you have been quite unreasonable, and you want to disturb Gongzi's Qingxiu, what is the purpose!"

Just when both sides held their own opinions, the door of the secret room was slowly opened, and a figure walked out of it, it was Jiang Fan, who had been in retreat for seven days!