Chapter 220 Killing

After some inquiry, it was known that the two little guys had long known that Yang Fan was going to enter the secret place, and also inquired about the danger of the secret place at Wei Yuanhang. He knew that his master did not want to put the two in danger. As soon as the two worked together, they couldn't watch their teacher fall into the secret place like this. Therefore, they used a trick to enter the secret place and followed him all the way through the beast tower to the nine secret places.

Yang Fan was both relieved and helpless to hear this. Seeing the two apprentices so filial, he said that it was false to be unhappy, but with these two tails, if he encountered big trouble, he was afraid that he could not deal with it. Because Liu Meier was watching, it was not easy to take out the Cuiqiu directly to let them take refuge in the Xumi space, so they had to take one step.

was followed by these two little guys all the way, but there was no clue at all, which really surprised him. If the yin qi hadn't been too strong here, Yang Hong's fire attribute skills would have been vaguely suppressed, revealing some flaws, and probably would not have been detected in the end.

Liu Meier, who was stunned to hear it, was both impressed and admiring the two little guys and couldn't help asking, "How did you come from the illusion on the first floor of the secret world?"

Yang Shiyun also has a good impression of this elder sister. Seeing that most of his anger has subsided, he said delicately, "The fantasy is very easy to solve. We knew from the beginning that it was a fantasy. A pile of mountains and seas are piled up in front of us, as long as we don't eat it."

Yang Hong also agreed, "Although those foods smell really good, you can't take a bite if you want to pass, which suffocated me."

Yang Fan and Liu Meier looked at them with tears and laughter. The latter laughed and said, "You guys are so funny. The magic world is eating. This is the first time I've heard of it."

Just as several people were talking, there was a soft sound. Liu Meier's face changed and she said urgently, "Brother, there is a ghost repair!"

Yang Fan's expression condensed, turned his head and looked at the end of the entrance, and saw three ghosts coming. His heart tightened, and the dragon's dragon quickly condensed in his hand, and three flaming dragons attacked the three people in an instant.

"Bum! Bang! Bang!" The three flaming dragon bullets beat the souls of those guys before the other party reacted. But because of this, the fluctuation of magic shocked a large number of ghost practitioners who had just gathered together to practice. They stopped practicing one after another and got up to rush to the matter.

At a critical moment, Yang Fan calmly said, "Xiao Hong, immediately set up a small five-line array at the entrance to isolate the mana fluctuations of the upper and lower layers."

Yang Hong didn't say much, but nodded and turned around to arrange it quickly.

"Shiyun, you are here to help Xiaohong protect the law and pay attention to safety."

"Good master."

"Mei'er, you also stay here and help me watch the two of them. If there is danger, shout loudly."

Yang Shiyun and Liu Meier were shocked when they heard the words and asked urgently, "Brother (Master), I'll help you!"

Yang Fan raised the corners of his mouth, and his murderous intention was released without reservation. He sneered, "I don't need your help. In my eyes, those ghosts in the foundation period are just a little more yuan."

After saying that, his figure turned into a black light and disappeared in everyone's eyes.

Yang Shiyun jumped his feet in a hurry and hurriedly said, "Elder Liu, let's go and help Master. That's thousands of foundation-building ghost cultivation!"

Liu Meier was confident and laughed softly, "Don't worry, since you have this confidence, there is absolutely no problem. Besides, don't you know your master's ability?

Yang Shiyun was stunned when he heard the words. Thinking that the black dragon mirror and Huang Quanfan were in hand, tens of thousands of heavy armored ghost troops were released, and nearly a thousand ghosts had to admit their cowardice. A smile suddenly appeared on his anxious face and said happily, "Yes, there is something wrong." He turned his head and shouted, "Xiao Pang, hurry up. Let's go to the master when we're done."

The chaotic flames on Yang Fanzhou's body rose, and his whole body looked like a huge fireball from afar. In the face of thousands of ghosts, he did not want to use the yellow spring flag of demons, because the corpse demons are now at a critical juncture of transformation.

Just a few breaths, he came to the periphery of the ghost practitioners. Seeing the dense ghost correction pouring into the passage, Yang Fan's palm turned over, and the black dragon mirror soared on his palm.

"A stranger has entered our territory!"

"Meat... I haven't eaten fresh meat for a long time!"

"Ji Jie... Kill him and devour his body!"

"Kill!!"

Crazy ghost cultivation is pouring in like a flood. Yang Fan, who has always used the ghost sea tactics to kill his opponent, has experienced the power of thousands of foundation-building ghost cultivation.

If they do it at the same time, Yang Fan will be admitted in the Yuanying period. But Yang Fan is not a wooden stake or a simple man. How can he be looked down on by these rabbles?

Throw the Yanlong mirror in his hand into the air, pinched the magic formula, and shouted, "Yanlong - listen to the order!"

"Oh..." The high-noated dragon roar echoed in this semi-closed space, and the ghosts suddenly felt the pressure of the ancient mythical beasts and were slightly stunned for a moment. There is no room for the life-and-death battle between the two sides.

Yang Fan rushed to the most dense place of ghost cultivation when the black dragon roared.

When the dragon soul sees so many ghosts, it shows cruelty in its eyes. It has not been killed for a long time, and now it wants to satisfy its desire to kill. It opened its mouth wide and opened its mouth fiercely. In an instant, the chaotic flame on the ground was like a volcanic eruption. The ghost practice of the dragon breath was not even useful at all to sacrifice the Zhenyuan shield, and directly turned into ashes under the flames.

As long as the horrible dragon breath is stained a little, the ghost's body can't be pleased.

The black dragon is venting his desire to kill, and Yang Fan is also venting.

Just now, he almost killed his apprentice indirectly, which made him very angry. If he couldn't vent his beloved disciple, he turned into anger into these ghost practitioners.

Yang Fan raised his head with his hands high, and a black shiny fireball condensed in the palm of his hand, and the horrible Zhenyuan was highly condensed. As soon as he stepped on the ground, he jumped into the air, raised the fireball in his hand and smashed it down.

"Dong! Boom..."

The whole ground was trembling, and the ground was deeply immersed in a semicircular pit of about 30 feet. Those ghosts surrounding Yang Fan suddenly disappeared and turned into a wisp of smoke floating in the air.

The killing continued, and the Yanlong bullet, Yanlong breath and other formulas in Yang Fan's hands have not stopped at all. He doesn't care how many real yuan is lost or how many ghosts he killed. There is only one word in his eyes, that is, "kill"!

Blocking is not as good as sparse, which has been clearly explained for a long time.

If you don't vent this stuffy breath, I'm afraid it will become an invisible haze in your heart. Instead of letting this haze develop by itself, it is better to vent it with this sultry murderous intention.

He was addicted to killing, and the black dragon was also addicted to his hands, and the unlucky ghost repair was not enough. They howled and rushed around to avoid the terrible flames. The fire of chaos has become their life-threatening charm. As long as the black flame flashes, a large number of ghosts will die and their souls will be directly scattered.

After an appointment for a cup of tea, Yang Fan felt that the stuffiness in his chest disappeared, and his calm mind returned to his heart.

After scanning the empty venue, so many ghosts gathered here. Now only three or two or less than ten ghosts are still resisting.

Yang Fan's ten fingers were angry, and ten small dragon bullets gathered at his fingertips, and his hands were loosened. The ten flaming dragon bullets crossed a perfect trajectory in the air like long eyes and hit the other party.

The black dragon's eyes have long stared at these guys. Seeing that the Yanlong bullet was going to grab its own "doll", how could it agree? It raised its two dragon claws and waved it left and right. With a turbulent black flame on its claws, it shredded those ghosts and twisted their faces and disappeared. Only one was really hit by the Yanlong bullet. By name.

The black dragon's eyes were arrogant and his nose sounded, indescribably proud and relaxed.

Yang Fan smiled at it and was about to make fun of it. When he heard an urgent cry, "Master, come on!!"