Weird World of Immortality

The pitch-black sound patterns spread in the air, crushing everything they passed. The Qi-Aperture Duan and the nine warriors all hurriedly retreated to dodge. The Qi-Aperture Duan old man's face was gloomy. He felt that Zhou Fan was too reckless. He agreed to cooperate. ?

He searched for Zhou Fan's figure everywhere, and now he can only hope that Zhou Fan is okay, otherwise they can only turn around and run away.

Soon he saw Zhou Fan who appeared in a corner.

Zhou Fan was swinging the knife, and the eyes of the qi-apertured old man shrank slightly, because he noticed that the pitch-black sound pattern in front of Zhou Fan stopped instantly.

Zhou Fan's figure floated, passing through the pitch-black sound pattern stagnant in front of him, and in an instant he arrived in front of Gui Xinsha. The knife he was swinging just fell, and everything seemed to have been calculated a long time ago. Therefore, this knife is too fast to make people feel abrupt.

Gui Xinsha's huge heart contracted, trying to send out a more powerful sound pattern to attack Zhou Fan, but the rust knife was obviously faster than the sound pattern it wanted to make, and it almost instinctively swung four tentacles to swipe at Zhou Fan.

The four tentacles made a whirring sound, like a crescent-like scythe.

As long as its tentacles can withstand a rust knife, its sound pattern can be sent out to solve the immediate crisis.

Zhou Fan's face was calm, and he opened his mouth to spit out a unique syllable.

Dragon God Language!

The syllables are very light, so light that ten warriors not far away can't hear them.

The four tentacles stagnated for a while.

At the moment when the four scythe-like tentacles stagnated, Zhou Fan's figure slammed into the left side of Guixinsha's rusty knife silently, drawing a dazzling knife light.

The blade light gathered by the blue-black ghost qi, the jet-black thunder arc, and the cold blue flame cut through the dark heart of the ghost heart, and countless black liquid spewed out and sprinkled on the ground.

Zhou Fan turned to avoid the black liquid.

The huge dark heart was eroded by various forces, and it slowly shrank, and eight tentacles madly pulled the ground.

Zhou Fan moved gently, away from the Ghost Heart Sha, which had been broken in two halves, and watched the dying struggle of the Ghost Heart Sha before he died.

The dark heart finally turned into a pool of blood, leaving eight tentacles as thick as arms.

The qi-apertured old man and the nine warriors stared at this scene with their mouths open.

It all happened too fast, Zhou Fan seemed to rush out recklessly, but for a short time, they even stopped in place, and they didn't rush out to help Zhou Fan, and everything was over, the powerful ghost heartsha was killed!

"This won't be Qi Qiao Duan." The Qi Qiao Duan old man said in a low voice, somewhat absent-minded.

Zhou Fan retracted the knife into the sheath with satisfaction. He was able to clean up the Heisha-level Ghost Heart Shaker so neatly and easily, not by crushing it with strength, but by combining his teleportation-level movement technique with Dragon God's language and other skills. did it.

Especially the Dragon God language, he can't use the Dragon God language to the extreme in a short time like the black dragon, but now he can compress the Dragon God language to a very small range. One advantage of doing this is that he will not be able to use his full strength. Using the Dragon God language, there is a problem that the body can't support it.

This is a result of his recent efforts to hone his combat skills.

He leaned over and picked up the eight Ghost Heart Demon tentacles, and tied them together with cowhide tendons. These eight tentacles were considered to be very good materials. He didn't need them, but he could exchange them for a lot of money.

The old man with qi aperture brought the nine people over to thank Zhou Fan, with awe-inspiring expressions on their faces.

This is a martial artist who can single-handedly kill Heisha-level monsters. Even if they are all on top, such a martial artist may not be an opponent.

Respecting a martial artist who is stronger than yourself is a rule that every experienced martial artist will remember.

"Let's go." Zhou Fan dragged eight tentacles, and he said with a cold face: "I have something to talk to your housekeeper."

The troubles tonight were all caused by this caravan. It is necessary for Zhou Fan to find out what happened.

The qi-apertured old men had different expressions, but they did not dare to have any objections.

There was only a terrified cry from the front.

Zhou Fan's complexion changed slightly, and then quickly ran forward.

They used the Speed ​​Duan Movement Technique, which was extremely fast, and soon saw the caravan steward and Cao Yanfang.

Zhou Fan and the others stopped, and instead of looking after them, they looked at the front in amazement.

In front of him was a giant five feet tall. His hair was disheveled and his long hair reached his waist. The square lantern he held in his left hand was as big as a thatched hut. The lantern emitted a pale light, as if he was holding a scorching sun in his hand, mapping the surroundings. as bright as day.

This is also the reason why Zhou Fan and the others were able to see the giant clearly.

The giant has a rough face, his eyeballs are as big as a human head, his dark whites have green pupils, and he is looking down at the caravan in charge of them.

The three caravan stewards and Cao Yanfang didn't even dare to escape, and their bodies were almost stiff.

"Black and cruel soul collector." The qi-apertured old man took a breath and said with a pale face.

Zhou Fan's face also became serious, and after the grievances, he became ruthless. With his current strength, he can deal with the blood shackles, but the ruthless level that has crossed the first rank is not so easy to deal with, let alone more than Bai Rui. Even a strong black savage soul collector!

According to rumors, the soul collector has a magical method, which can absorb the soul of the soul, and then put it in its wide sleeve robe and take it away. This is the reason for this strange name.

Zhou Fan's whole body is tense, if he can't do anything, he can only leave everything and run away immediately.

The air nearby seemed to be stagnant, and suddenly the soul collector spread out his broad right hand, as if asking Cao Yanfang for something.

Cao Yanfang and the others shivered, looking at the huge huge hand, puzzled.

"Give it to him, if you want to live, give it to him!" Zhou Fan shouted with a slightly pale face.

When the caravan steward understood this, he hesitated, gritted his teeth quickly, and threw the box in his hands onto the huge giant hand.

The Soul Collector folded his right palm, raised his head and glanced at Zhou Fan with those giant eyes, then turned his head and walked away from the main footpath~www.wuxiaspot.com~ As he walked ten feet, the light of the lantern Suddenly extinguished, the giant disappeared from everyone's sight.

The three caravan stewards and Cao Yanfang sat on the ground with weak legs. The oppression brought by the soul collectors was too strong, and they all felt like their souls had escaped from their bodies just now.

Zhou Fan and the Qi Qiao old man came over.

Cao Yanfang and the three struggled to stand up with a cold face, staying away from the caravan steward. They were almost killed just now, so of course they wouldn't have a good face.

The caravan steward got up from the ground, he sighed with a sigh of relief, and thanked Zhou Fan, and apologized to Cao Yanfang and the three, and promised to give them some compensation.

The three of Cao Yanfang's faces were still slightly gloomy, but they didn't say a word. After all, the matter was over, and they couldn't say anything more about it.

"What exactly is in that box?" Zhou Fan asked, raising his eyebrows slightly.

It is definitely not a simple thing to attract the golden beasts, ghosts, and soul collectors to venture close to the main ruler.