Against the Heavens Evil Cultivator

Against the Heavens Evil Cultivator Chapter 230 Eight Thousand Ghosts Lost

"Kill!!" Four hundred Shang Mingzong disciples shouted in unison, and followed Xu Qiangtian with murderous aura.

Taking advantage of his unpreparedness, Lin Fan quickly moved the index fingers of both hands, and a small black ball appeared in his hand.The Bai Wuchang Nascent Soul floating in the air involuntarily plunged into the black ball.

Like Lin Fan, Mo Nian stayed where he was and didn't move. Seeing Lin Fan's little movements, he glanced at Lin Fan curiously, and found that Lin Fan didn't mean to explain, so he didn't say anything. He turned his head and continued to look at the field. But there was a clear and tasteless look on his face.With his cultivation base in the mid-Yuanying stage, and the sword cultivator with the strongest attack, besides Lin Fan, there is indeed no one who is his opponent.

"Myriad Ghost Sect is over." After taking a look, Mo Nian said lightly to Lin Fan.

Lin Fan nodded, and nodded calmly.Although his cultivation base is in the late Yuandan period, his cultivation level can already beat the monks in the middle period of Yuanying.Like Mo Nian, looking at the battle in front of him, he couldn't arouse any interest.

When marching and fighting, morale is particularly important, and it can directly determine victory or defeat in many cases.Shang Mingzong took the initiative to invade, and already took the initiative, but he insulted the disciples of Wanguizong beforehand, and he was already looking forward to a battle.Now Bai Wuchang was killed by Xu Qiangtian again, and the disciples of the Shangming Sect were covered in blood, each and every one of them was like killing gods, with an imposing manner and no disadvantages.

On the other hand, the Ten Thousand Ghosts Sect was overwhelmed with bird anger from the very beginning. Before the war even started, the suzerain was directly killed, and the morale dropped again and again. At this time, there was no war in the heart Seeing the disciples of the Shangming Sect with murderous aura, they even felt fear in their hearts and wanted to retreat.

On the one hand, morale soared, and the more they fought, the more courageous they became.On the one hand, morale is low, and the war is getting worse.Victory or defeat is already visible at a glance.

Suddenly, Lin Fan had a feeling that the heights were too high to withstand the cold winter, and gradually, he understood Mo Nian's words.

If there is no challenge, I would rather die.The master is lonely, and he seeks defeat alone.

Although Shangmingzong lost a monk in the late Yuandan period, it did not affect Shangmingzong at all. The disciples of Shangmingzong penetrated into the disciples of Wanguizong like a god of death, harvesting thousands of ghosts. The lives of ghost sect disciples.The disciples of the Wan Gui Sect shouted, but it was of no avail.Although the number of people is several times that of the disciples of the Shangming Sect, people in the distance cannot pose a threat to the disciples of the Shangming Sect, and the disciples nearby are not opponents of the disciples of the Shangming Sect.Although the number of Ten Thousand Ghost Sect disciples is still large, it has begun to decrease rapidly.

Lin Fan and Mo Nian stood in the distance and did not move, but some disciples of the Wangui Sect didn't have eyesight. After seeing Mo Nian's tyrannical strength, they didn't dare to provoke Mo Nian. Lin Fan of the monk.No, the three monks from the mid-stage Yuandan of Wangui Zong shouted loudly and attacked Lin Fan.

Lin Fan smiled wryly. At this time, he was devouring Bai Wuchang's Yuanying with both hands. Seeing the three monks attacking, he immediately snorted coldly, and three blood pillars appeared out of thin air, instantly piercing through the bodies of the three Yuandan mid-stage monks. , the three Yuandan mid-stage monks only had time to let out a scream, and their bodies turned into a pool of blood in midair.

"Things that don't know how to live or die." Lin Fan sneered disdainfully.

Not far away, a person who originally wanted to attack Lin Fan, saw that Lin Fan had such power without moving his hands, suddenly turned pale with fright, and turned his head to look for other targets.I secretly rejoiced in my heart, fortunately I flew slower just now, otherwise there would be no bones left now.I told the little third son not to rush to the front of everything, but this kid just didn't listen, he deserved his death!

Seeing that Lin Fan was able to kill three middle-stage Yuandan cultivators with such a cruel method without moving his hands, Mo Nian was also a little shocked. He looked at Lin Fan curiously and asked, "I clearly felt that you were practicing the righteous way. Why is it now a magic technique again?"

Regarding his own secrets, Lin Fan does not intend to tell anyone. Although he and Mo Nian have a sense of heroic sympathy, he must guard against others. He will not be like most idiot novels, where the protagonist sees him at first sight. When I met this person, I felt very close, so I told him about the eighteen generations of my ancestors.That's not arrogance, it's insanity.Either the protagonist is stupid, or the author is two hundred and five.

"I was originally practicing both righteousness and evil. At first I practiced righteousness. Later, due to some reasons, I could only practice demonic ways. This is what I am now." Lin Fan laughed.

"At the same time, you can also correct the two methods of the devil? You don't have the spiritual power to backfire and die. You are really a pervert, but you are seeking wealth in danger. You can use the cultivation base of the late Yuandan to exert the strength of the middle stage of the Yuanying, and almost crossed a stage. The high level should be because of this." Mo Nian was slightly startled, then nodded and sighed.

"Perhaps." Lin Fan shrugged and said.

"Withdraw to the sect and start the big formation!" Hei Wuchang was fighting with the wolf demon king while observing the situation in the arena. Seeing that Bai Wuchang was killed by a master who suddenly appeared from the Ming sect, the disciples of the Wan Gui sect lost their morale. With a big drop, the number of people is decreasing sharply. Immediately, the wolf demon lord recklessly stepped back, and shouted to the disciples of the Wangui sect.

Waiting for this sentence!All the disciples of the Wan Gui Sect relaxed their hearts, stopped resisting, and quickly retreated towards the Wan Gui Sect like flowing water.

"Brother Hei, I haven't had a good fight yet, how can you leave?" The Canglang Demon Lord laughed loudly, and the Silver Wolf Snow Knife slashed, and the snowflakes all over the sky fell strangely. "Crack, click" ice cubes formed.

Hei Wuchang's actions were blocked, and just as he broke through the ice, he was struck by a huge wolf's paw, unable to dodge in time, he was sent flying by the wolf's paw, his face turned pale, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Haha! Brother Hei, it looks like you haven't made any progress in the past few years!" The Canglang Demon Lord laughed, and waved his hand to hold the Silver Wolf Snow Knife in his hand.

The blade glowed several feet, and it was already in front of him in the blink of an eye. Hei Wuchang's face turned hard, the black long sword in his hand blocked the Silver Wolf Snow Knife across the air, and his body quickly flew towards the Wan Guizong. His life was at stake, and he even gave up the magic weapon to damage A magic weapon in exchange for a chance to escape.

"Bang!" With a loud noise, the Silver Wolf Snow Knife hit the black long sword fiercely, the long sword paused, and then fell to the ground in a utter loss of consciousness.Not far away, Hei Wuchang opened his mouth and spat out another mouthful of blood, but he also fell into the mountain guard formation of the Wanguizong.

There was a slight sound of "buzzing", and then a gray mask rose in the sky above Wanguizong, and there were grimaces floating on the mask.