Chapter 118 Saving and Killing

When flying in the imperial sky, Yang Fan secretly guessed that there should be a large number of holy altars in Sun Ningxiang's mouth. If it hadn't been for the current impact on the Jindan period, he would have directly searched his soul and lost all the memories of the other party. However, the negative memory sequelae are very powerful. Take Liu Meiyun as an example, the scene of her and others have been imprinted into her mind. The strange feeling is like her own experience, which makes Yang Fan still recall that he still has a lingering heart.

Yi Rong became Chen Jintao's appearance, and soon came to the periphery of the formation of the altar. When looking at it with divine knowledge, I was surprised to find that the array here is exactly the illusion array outside the Hehuan sect. This illusion array is very strange. It does not contain the no-fly array, but only serves to cover people's ears.

Yang Fan raised the corners of his mouth and swaggered into it. He is not worried about being recognized. At worst, he will release a group of ghosts and kill them.

According to past memories, it is easy to get out of the illusion array without any difficulty.

After entering the altar, Yang Fan looked around. This is a small mountain pass, in which there are about 20 or 30 houses, all of which are two-storey buildings, just like a small square city.

At night, the stars in the sky couldn't help flashing, and the bright moonlight fell on the earth, as bright as day.

"What kind of person!" The three disciples on duty outside the hall shouted.

Yang Fan looked around and there were three people guarding outside the door of a side hall closest to the main gate. He turned his eyes and pretended to be angry and said, "Humph! I blinded your dog's eyes. I don't even know how your master taught you!"

The three saw the people and were shocked. They hurriedly apologized and said, "I don't know that Lord Chen has arrived. If there is any rudeness, I hope you have a lot of sins and forgive your disciples for their recklessness."

Yang Fan snorted coldly and scolded, "If it weren't for this important thing, I would have to let you taste the whip!"

The three nodded hurriedly and said, "Yes, thank you, Lord, thank you."

Yang Fan put on a stinky face and seemed to disdain them. He muttered, "Is the prisoner brought here?"

"This..." The three looked at each other and looked a little overwhelmed.

One of them said, "Master Chen, please forgive me. Master Sun once told his disciples not to contact prisoners, if anyone dares..."

"Hundy account!" Yang Fan shouted angrily, "Master Sun, I only know that I have also participated in this matter. Naturally, the credit is my share. Which one of you dares to stop me!"

After saying that, he waved his big hand, swinged them several feet away, pushed open the door and entered the hall directly.

The watch disciple outside the door looked panicked and his intuition was full of anxiety. He didn't understand how to deal with these troubles. Fortunately, one of them suddenly said, "It's useless for us to stand here stupidly. When the sky falls, there is a tall man against us. Why do we worry about this leisure? I don't think so, let's invite Master Ma to come over. If we push this matter to him, it's none of our business. What do you think?

"Hey, this is reasonable. I can't see that your boy is usually silent. Today, he still has an idea. That's it. Let's stay here. Go and come back quickly. In case the prisoner has something good or bad, our three brothers can't afford to carry it!"

Yang Fan swept through the temple with his divine consciousness and found that there was indeed a foundation-building monk in it, but this person's breath was weak, as if he had been severely punished.

When he came to the second floor of the pavilion, Yang Fan saw a ragged, hairy and bloody guy at a glance, pulling his head and seemed to faint.

Yang Fan quickly looked forward. It was really a night breeze and hurriedly called out, "Little wind, wake up..."

Ye Feng opened his eyelids feebly, and there was a sense of joy in his blank look, and he said feebly, "Fan...Brother Fan... Have you, have you been caught by them?"

Yang Fan laughed and scolded, "I think they fooled you. Stop talking about it. Let's leave here and talk about something else."

When Ye Feng heard the word leave, he immediately became excited and said, "Brother Fan, help me kill them all. These bastards should go to hell!"

Hearing the words, Yang Fan sighed gently. It seemed that the wind had suffered a lot these days and night. He answered, "Don't worry, I won't say that I will do the same. The fierce souls in the thousand ghosts have been evil for decades, and they should also have a full meal.

After saying that, he threw out the green ball, first moved him to the bamboo house on Dawang Peak to rest, and gave him the elixir to heal his wounds before he was ready to leave.

As soon as Yang Fan put away the green ball, he noticed a foundation-building monk coming in.

"Chen Jintao, what on earth do you want to do? When did you dare to be so presumptuous in my Meifeng Hall? You can't think you are in the Qinghuo Hall!" A tall monk in the middle of the foundation slowly stepped in and was about to walk to the attic.

Yang Fan stood in the corridor and smiled and said, "Oh, it seems that there is a misunderstanding. It's Sun Ningxiang who asked me to come and try the prisoner. Please forgive me."

The tall monk raised the corners of his mouth and said with a sneer, "You and Mrs. Sun are both his mother's gull. Don't think that I, Ma Zitao, are easy to fool. Hand over the prisoner quickly, otherwise don't blame me for turning against others"

He only used his divine consciousness to know that the night wind was missing. Because he was also a holy person, he did not cause much suspicion. He only thought that it was "Chen Jintao" who wanted to fight for merit and thus take people away.

"Haha..."

Yang Fan looked up to the sky and smiled and shook his head, "Master Ma doesn't seem to have figured out the situation. If you want someone, you can look back and you will know who is playing tricks."

At this time, the demon used the turtle to restrain his skills and silently waved a punch.

"Peng!" With a powerful and destructive fist, with unparalleled strength, he suddenly bombarded Ma Zitao out, knocked down two thick walls, and came to the periphery of the hall.

"Puff!" Ma Zitao spit out a big mouthful of blood and suddenly fell to the ground. His hand was covering his chest and said with difficulty to Yang Fan who came by: "You... are you... Chen Jintao, who are you...?"

Yang Fan was very surprised that the other party was not killed by a punch. He did not expect that a mid-term foundation monk could resist the terrible power of the demon. Even Sun Ningxiang after demonization can't escape death. This guy looks very unusual.

Yang Fan smiled and said, "It seems that Lord Ma is capable and has a lot of treasures. No wonder he dares not to pay attention to others. In this case, I will be disrespectful."

"Lord... Lord..." The disciples on duty outside the hall found the movement here and rushed here.

Yang Fan snorted coldly, and the demon spirit gently waved thousands of ghosts, releasing a large number of fierce souls and attacking the three people.

There are sad screams in the empty mountain pass, and there are ghost crying and "Ji Jie" strange smiles. Ghost shadows are constantly surging in the pass, and the number is increasing, almost surrounding the whole pass.

"What's going on...where did the noise come from..."

"Why is this..."

"It's so late, and you still can't let people rest..."

The disciples in the mountain pass were unaware at first, because it was so hidden that no one could detect someone breaking in silently. However, in this way, no one realized that the god of death had begun to come to them.

"Ah! There is a ghost! It's evil cultivation, evil..." One of the disciples in the refining period reacted, but unfortunately, he was killed by two ghosts, his head rolled down on the ground, and his whole flesh and blood were swallowed up at the same time.

Things like this continue in the whole mountain pass. Ah! Don't kill me, don't..." "Futam, I'm fighting with you!"

Of course, there are also disciples in the refining period with profound cultivation, and some disciples with the best magic weapons, who are fighting with a group of ghosts. They were frightened and couldn't help calling for help.

The ghost general led hundreds of ghost lieutenants to slaughter each other crazily.

There is no suspense about the battle situation. Mei Fengtang's disciples in the refining period need to face ghosts in the foundation-building period and hundreds of ghost lieutenants with comparable cultivation. Only after dozens of breaths, the holy people who were still alive just now only left their clothes in a blink of an eye and disappeared out of thin air.

Ma Zitao saw that his altar was destroyed like this, and suddenly attacked his heart angrily. With a "poof", blood spewed out of his mouth.

With unwilling eyes, he gritted his teeth and said, "Kid, can you let me know before I die? Why did you destroy my altar of holy religion?"

Ma Zitao was shocked by the magic spirit's punch, and he relied on his strong cultivation to survive until now.

He really wanted to know where the Holy Religion offended this evil god, and he also vaguely knew that it was related to the night wind, and just wanted to listen to him say it with his own ears.

"Holy religion? Son of a bitch!" Yang Fan sneered shamelessly and said, "It's really funny and generous to be called 'saints' just because you roosters and thieves."

Speaking of this, he stared at Ma Zitao's eyes and said, "Don't you want to know why? Then I'll tell you, because I'm the Qin Bo you're looking for, that is, Yang Fan!"

"What! You are Yang Fan!" Ma Zitao was stunned. Yang Fan, who could not be found by thousands of people in the whole school, is now standing in front of him, only a few feet away.

Yang Fan said coldly, "Now that you know what's going on, then you can go at ease!"

Before the words fell, the red sun flame condensed with one hand, covering the cover of Ma Zitao's heavenly spirit. In an instant, Ma Zitao turned into ashes, with only a storage bag and a soft armor lined with it.

Yang Fan picked up this soft armor and found that the demon's fist left almost no scars on it, but the strength directly cracked the other party's heart. Put the things in your bag and strode to the depths of the mountain pass.