That's What Villains Are Like

In front of Jiang Lan, the blood-colored mist was steaming, and it was so rich that it was like a bloody field that was inviolable.

The divine light that filled the sky fell, but it seemed to be blocked by the bloody mist, making it difficult to move forward.

Some of the talismans were even stained with blood-colored mist, making a popping sound. The runes in them quickly and inexplicably dissipated, losing their spirituality in the blink of an eye and falling to the ground.

At the same time, a gentle roar sounded in the void.

Thousands of blood-colored mist, as if resurrected, whizzed down like rain, like swords, and like knives under his thoughts, easily piercing through the bodies of those disciples of Wanfa Sect.

Under the cover of the blood-colored mist, Jiang Lan's face became paler, and waves of dizziness came from his head.

Controlling the majestic and vast vitality of this place is still a bit reluctant for him at the moment.

However, his expression remained calm and unchanging.

"You don't even bother to take action?"

Seeing Jiang Lan being so calm and indifferent, Wang Yan felt a hint of something bad and frightened in his heart.

After all, he is also an inner disciple of the Wanfa Sect, and in his early years, he cultivated in the Four Realms of Zhaoyou Realm.

Looking at Danzhou County, he is also one of the top geniuses. Although he is injured now, he is not even qualified to force him to take action.

Is this mysterious young man in front of me so powerful?

"Are you really stupid or pretending to be stupid?"

"If you really want to stand by and watch, then just wait and die together. This guy is far stronger than we can imagine. If you don't take action, you won't be able to survive until I die."

"Do you really think this guy will let you go?"

At that moment, Wang Yan shouted angrily and looked at Ye Ming and the woman named Song not far away, hoping that they would help.

The expressions of the woman named Song and the people around her changed slightly.

Ye Ming frowned even more and took a few steps back calmly.

"It doesn't matter, they will come to accompany you soon."

Jiang Lan said lightly, and a hand behind his back suddenly reached forward.

The blood-colored mist that filled the sky in front of him immediately intertwined and converged, turning into a terrifying big bloody hand that reached over to grab Wang Yan in front of him.

"you……"

Wang Yan was furious and frightened, and immediately backed away.

However, at this moment, his expression changed drastically, and a terrible pain suddenly came from his neck, as if he had been penetrated by some sharp weapon.

He glanced away and could only see a wisp of blood-colored mist as thin as a hair, which passed through with a pop as fast as lightning, and then spread and exploded around his neck.

When was this? His heart was trembling with fear.

The terrible pain immediately made Wang Yan faint. However, what made him even more frightened and trembled was that his life force was passing rapidly...

puff……

The next moment, a big bloody hand in the void grabbed Wang Yan.

As it slowly closed, there was no blood flowing out of it, but it turned into ashes like gravel and disappeared.

"How can it be……"

Looking at this scene, Ye Ming couldn't conceal his shock and fear.

"Escape quickly..."

In his mind, the hoarse and low voice sounded, urging with a rare urgency.

There was no need for the voice to say more. Ye Ming's reaction was equally fast. Even before the voice sounded, he used all his strength to turn into an afterimage and quickly retreated along the original path.

Boom! ! !

The moment Ye Ming was about to escape, a big bloody hand suddenly struck over.

The entire underground palace was shaking, the rock walls were trembling, rocks rolled down, stirring up dust in the sky, but Ye Ming's figure was nowhere to be seen.

"It's a pity, this guy escaped pretty quickly..."

Jiang Lan shook his head gently, and there seemed to be some regret in his calm tone.

But at this moment, if anyone looked through the bloody haze covering his face, they would find that there was no blood on his face, and he was so pale that he was almost transparent.

The terrible pain of emptiness in his head put Jiang Lan on the verge of fainting.

After all, he has no cultivation at all now. Although this place is filled with a strong aura of life and can be controlled by him, it has actually reached his limit.

Being able to kill Wang Yan was entirely due to his calculations and surprise.

After all, who would have imagined that he really has no cultivation base...

The torture of "heart addiction" for many years can be regarded as sharpening his will. Even in this state where his mind is almost dry, there is no abnormality.

But now, although Ye Ming was frightened away, there is still a little trouble.

"You also had the chance to escape, why didn't you escape? Did you not want to abandon your companions and survive alone?"

Jiang Lan looked at the woman named Song and others not far away, his expression unchanged and his tone as indifferent as ever.

The woman surnamed Song forced herself to stand firm with the help of the maid beside her.

There was shock and tremor in those clear and bright eyes, and there was also a trace of fear, but she still tried to remain calm and said, "Young master, you have a keen eye, Youwei is not a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death, nor is she someone who abandons her companions to live alone. "

Jiang Lan let out an ooh as if he was surprised, then smiled faintly and said, "It's interesting that a well-known and upright sect like Wanfa Sect is fighting with each other like flies and dogs. It's interesting that you, a witch from the Blood Immortal Sect, have to emerge from the mud and remain untainted."

In fact, when he just robbed Wang Yan of his life, Jiang Lan had already read through his memory and understood the identity of this woman.

Of course, when he heard Wang Yan's name before, he also made a guess.

But under the current situation, it is actually difficult to connect the famous witch in the future with her.

Song Youwei, with this bookish name, seems more like a lady from a wealthy family, rather than a witch from the Blood Fairy Cult.

Moreover, she seems to be much weaker than expected... No, she must have a physical problem, and it is not her true strength at the moment.

Song Youwei looked a little unnatural when she called Jiang Lan "witch", but she was more surprised. How did Jiang Lan know her identity?

"There are all kinds of compulsions in this world. If it is not necessary, Youwei would not want to choose such an origin and make the young master laugh."

She brushed a few strands of hair beside her ears, seeming a little helpless and bitter.

She didn't know Jiang Lan's identity, but judging from the situation in front of her, Jiang Lan didn't seem to have the intention to kill her. Naturally, she could only follow his words and try to save her life.

"Yes, I do appreciate your ambition, but relying on this is not enough to prevent me from killing you." Jiang Lan said lightly.

Song Youwei's expression changed, and the people behind her suddenly became nervous.

The scene just now was still vivid in their minds, and they were still filled with fear.

"Youwei asked herself if she had not offended the young master, why did he want to kill them all..." She gritted her teeth slightly.