Chapter 121 Chen Jintao's Fear

In the alchemy room of Gui Wang Feng, Qian Zifeng and Chen Jintao are discussing strategies.

Chen Jintao's forehead was full of cold sweat, and his whole body trembled slightly, looking like a disaster was coming.

"Brother, I really didn't do it. You must believe me! Telling Qin Bo what the truth is good for me will lead to death. I won't be so stupid! The destruction of Mei Fengtang and his younger brother He Gan, this must be a false accusation!" Chen Jintao's soul is not at all, and his mouth is eager to distinguish the way.

Qian Zifeng snorted coldly, "You speak eloquence, but all the evidence shows that you told Qin Bo, which destroyed the altar of the Holy Religion. If it's not you, then tell me why Zhao Yourong and others disappeared, why Sun Ningxiang and Ma Zitao died tragically at the hands of Qin Bo, and how the location of the altar was exposed!"

Chen Jintao couldn't answer for a long time, so he could only gritt his head and gritted his teeth.

I have to say that Qian Zifeng's words are really difficult to answer. They just want to break their heads. They can't imagine that Yang Fan has cultivated a keen sense of crisis in his years of desperate career, destroying their whole set of plots one after another, which caught them off guard.

After the incident, the whole holy religion is like a great enemy. In case the monks in the Tianyuan mainland know their true identity and attack them, the consequences will be unimaginable.

"I can't answer. Tomorrow, you go to the general altar in person and tell the saint the truth. I'd like to see how she will deal with you." Qian Zifeng joked and left the alchemy hall and returned to the cathode peak.

After Qian Zifeng left, Chen Jintao sighed and was distressed.

Suddenly, he felt that there was someone outside the door. Because he was very upset, he shouted without raising his head, "Didn't I say that you are allowed to come in and disturb me no matter what happens?"

"Brother Chen, you are still very angry. It seems that the Holy Church is not very good to you." Yang Fan sneered at the door.

Chen Jintao was suddenly shocked and shouted, "You... why did you come back!"

Yang Fan smiled and said, "Yes, how dare I come back? There are old ghosts here and you making trouble in the ghost religion. How dare I, Qin Bo, come back to this dragon pool and tiger den, right?

Chen Jintao sweated and couldn't help trembling, "Who the hell are you! What holy religion, what old devil Mo, I... I don't even know what you're talking about!"

"Oh, my brother seems to be very forgetful. It doesn't matter. As long as I go to the master and say that you collude with Ling Tianfeng's Mo Tianbo, frame your fellow disciples, and then shake out all the matters of your holy religion, do you think the master will treat this way?"

Chen Jintao's face is like dead ashes. This move is not poisonous. Even if the ghosts don't believe in this matter, they will send people to investigate. If the saints are exposed when they hear about the whereabouts of the Holy Church, they are waiting for their own disaster.

Thinking of this, Chen Jintao can't do it. In case he attracts others, he can't argue. In a dilemma, he suddenly felt powerless and gritted his teeth and said, "Say, what do you want!"

"Haha..." Yang Fan looked up to the sky and smiled. After a long time, he stopped and said in a low voice, "Speak your origin and purpose. Maybe I can still let you go for the sake of the past. Otherwise, you can wait for the master to condemn you." Then, Xie Xie smiled and said, "Chen Jintao, you are bold enough to compare with Qin here. Let's see if you can destroy the gods before the master comes over."

I have to say that Yang Fan's words fell in his mind.

Chen Jintao also wanted to break through the boat and fight hard to kill the other party as fast as possible. But when he thought about it, Sun Ningxiang was a real foundation-building late monk. She died at the hands of the other party, not to mention the old man who had been addicted to alchemy all day long.

Thinking of this, he sighed bitterly and said, "What exactly do you want to know?"

At this time, Yang Fan frowned slightly, looked at him strangely, and asked, "What is the origin of your holy religion?"

Chen Jintao was astonished when he heard the words, and then laughed and said, "Qin Bo, it turns out that you don't even know what the Holy Religion is, and you want to use it to blackmail me. Isn't it too naive?"

Yang Fan also smiled and said, "Chen Jintao, do you think I really don't know? Based on what you have done, the magic elixir you carry with you and inquire about the whereabouts of the reincarnation soul of the demon god, can't you clearly explain the origin of the Holy religion and your true identity? I advise you to say it honestly, so as not to draw the soul and refine the marrow. Life is better than death.

Hearing this, Chen Jintao couldn't help but change his face and said, "No, how can you know about the reincarnation of the demon god? Who are you?"

Yang Fan laughed and said, "I am the person you have been looking for for decades, Yang Fan!"

"What! You are Yang Fan!" Chen Jintao's face turned blue and red, sometimes ecstatic, and sometimes his face was like ashes.

He secretly took out a messenger charm and wanted to shake his hand and shoot it when the other party was not paying attention. At that time, Mo Tianbo would come to deal with all this. As long as you find the reincarnation soul of the demon god, the Holy Church will help you settle everything, and you don't even have to worry about the ghosts. At worst, you will leave.

"Brother, I advise you not to try your best to play those little tricks. I have laid a formation in the whole backyard. If you can shoot the messenger charm in your hand, I won't be busy for nothing, don't you think?

Yang Fan pointed out the door, and the demon spirit in black robe walked into the inner hall step by step with thousands of ghost flags. His tall figure and the horrible smell of death all caused extreme suffocating psychological pressure on Chen Jintao.

He looked at the demon and glanced at Yang Fan, who was staring at him. Two masters in the foundation period sandwiched him in the middle, one left and one right, and there was no way to resist.

Chen Jintao had no blood on his face and muttered, "I can't say, I can't say it. It will be a hundred times and a thousand times worse than now!"

Yang Fan's eyes were cold and he said coldly, "In this case, don't blame me for being cruel!"

After saying that, the green light sword was sacrificed to attack the other party quickly. The demon spirit also took action at the same time. With a wave of the thousand ghosts in his hand, they released a large number of fierce spirits and fierce ghosts to surround him. Several main ghosts raised the ghost knives in their hands, turned out dark knife light, and cut them fiercely at each other.

Chen Jintao immediately turned his face and was obviously a little panicked, but the cultivation of the foundation period was there, and he hurriedly sacrificed the ghost staff to fight against him.

However, after his success in building the foundation, he has been fighting in the alchemy hall for many months. He either helps the holy alchemy or alchemy for the disciples of Guiwang Feng. Almost all of them forgot how to fight and fight except for practice.

Within dozens of breaths, his ghost stick was shot down by Yang Fan, and his two arms were also removed by the green light sword. He couldn't help howling on the ground in pain.

"Yang Fan, for the sake of my kindness to you in the past, give me a pleasure!"

Yang Fan walked over with a blank face and stared at his eyes and said, "From the moment you wanted me to die, our kindness and resentment have long been clear. Now it's a little late for Yang to remember your kindness in the past, right?"

Before the words fell, Chen Jintao was stuck in the neck by the demon spirit.

Yang Fan smiled ggeniously, pulled out his soul from his spiritual cover, and shouted in a low voice, "Tell me your origin, or I will let you taste the pain of soul refining!"

After saying that, he condensed the red sun flame in his hand and slowly approached Chen Jintao's soul to let him feel the power of the red sun flame.

Chen Jintao's ghost turned out of his life and looked at the red flame in horror. The powerful yang made him feel extremely afraid. It was just a slight touch, and the terrible flame made him feel pain. Until now, he knew that death was not the most terrible thing.

"Ah...don't...don't...I said, I'll say it all..."

Yang Fan snorted coldly and scolded, "Don't drink wine."

Chen Jintao said tremblingly, "If I tell you truthfully, you must let me reincarnate afterwards, otherwise...ah..."

How could Yang Fan talk to him and bake it directly on the edge of the red flame and said coldly, "You are not qualified to negotiate with me."

The red flame's fear of the ghost is even millions of times stronger than death. It feels like countless steel needles have penetrated deeply into the most ** part and shake twice from time to time to make you feel more real.

In desperation, Chen Jintao had to tell the truth.