Transcending Tribulation Immortal Venerable

Chapter 833 Get Me Out

A barren land without any vegetation.

A gust of wind blew past, splashing countless yellow sands on the dry and cracked land.

A thin white light streaked across the air like a shooting star, and slammed down on the cracked ground.

bang.

A huge roar sounded.

In this piece of dry land, a huge hole appeared, splashing countless smoke and dust.

A young man in white jumped out of the hole with a slight leap.

He looked at the scene in front of him, with a trace of confusion in his eyes, and whispered to himself, "Where is this place?"

Zheng Fan stayed in the world of cultivating immortals for 3000 years, and traveled around most of the world.

Looking at the scene of a certain area, one can tell where it is and what powerful monsters and sects there are with closed eyes.

But the scene in front of him, Zheng Fan didn't know where it was, and the scene in front of his eyes seemed so strange.

"Could it be that I sent it wrong?" Zheng Fan asked softly.

He felt that it shouldn't be, although the materials on the earth were not comparable to those in the world of cultivating immortals.

With my own means, it is impossible to send the wrong one.

"Help, someone help me." A shrill woman shouted.

"Shout, no matter how much you shout, no one can save you today."

"Today you will finally become our crotch plaything."

"Dare to offend our master, everything today is the sin of your dead husband."

After the group of people finished speaking these words, louder than louder haha ​​sounds appeared in Zheng Fan's ears one after another.

A beautiful woman dressed in blue, with a charming face and a graceful figure, heard the words of these men with scars all over her face, her eyes were flushed, and she said resolutely: "Even if I die, I will not be your plaything. "

After she finished speaking, she was about to take out a cold dagger from her bosom and stab her in the heart.

With scars all over his face and a stern face, the middle-aged man in purple looked at the dagger in the woman's hand and sneered, "You want to commit suicide? Do you treat us as a display?"

After the words fell, the woman's right hand holding the dagger suddenly became stiff and unable to move.

Seeing that her body couldn't move, two lines of tears rolled down her lively eyes.

"Be obedient and accept your fate." The middle-aged man in purple walked towards the woman in blue with a cold machete in his hand, his eyes were full of greed.

As domestic slaves, they don't even think about meeting women with such a coquettish and attractive appearance, even ordinary-looking and obese women.

If you can meet today, how can you resist the crazy impulse in your heart.

The other two middle-aged men in purple clothes looked full of excitement, looked at the man walking towards the woman in blue and said, "Brother, take your time, we have plenty of time."

"Brother, don't kill her, we have to enjoy it."

The man holding the cold scimitar, listening to the words of the two younger brothers behind him, laughed maniacally: "When will the elder brother be blessed to enjoy it alone? Today, we brothers must have a good meal."

The coquettish-looking woman in blue, listening to the words of these slaves, shed more and more tears.

She can't move her body now, and she can't even commit suicide.

Jia Mengling knew in her heart that she would be humiliated to death today.

She does not regret what her husband has done, and even approves of what her husband has done.

I think he is really a man if he does that.

Zheng Fan came to this area with slow steps.

He listened to all the previous conversations between Jia Mengling and these middle-aged men.

Let Zheng Fan recall what happened to Xu Wanqing when he returned from the world of cultivating immortals.

Zheng Fan felt that the woman in front of him was as pitiful as Xu Wanqing at that time.

With a cold face, he looked at the middle-aged man in purple and said, "Get lost."

The middle-aged man in purple with a scimitar in his hand raised his head to look at Zheng Fan, and saw that the man in white was very strange, and his accent didn't resemble the people in this area.

He didn't dare to deal with Zheng Fan rashly, and said, "Which young master are you from?"

The middle-aged man in purple knew that, as a domestic slave, if he didn't ask the other party's details in advance, if he provoked a son of a big family, even if the young master of the big family didn't have the slightest strength, he would die a miserable death.

Zheng Fan listened to the words of the man in purple, he laughed and said: "I'll give you a second, if you don't get out, I have to let your heads get out."

"You!" The middle-aged man in purple clothes saw that Zheng Fan did not reveal his name, and the words he said were so arrogant.

He thinks that Zheng Fan is definitely not the young master of a big family, not even the young master of a small family.

Thinking of this, the middle-aged man in purple with a cold scimitar in his hand had a cold expression and a murderous look, and was about to cut off Zheng Fan's head.

Although Jia Mengling couldn't move her body, she could feel the strong murderous aura emanating from the man in purple.

She didn't want innocent people to die because of herself, so she looked at the man in purple and said, "You let him go, and I will take good care of you later."

Listening to Jia Mengling's words, the middle-aged man in purple laughed and said, "What do you think you are? You don't want to take good care of me later, so you have to take good care of me."

After he finished speaking, the cold scimitar in his hand burst into a fiery red aura, and slashed down on Zheng Fan fiercely.

With one blow, Zheng Fan's head was cut off and kicked as a football.

Jia Mengling looked at the man in purple clothes' methods, and whispered to herself, "If I knew this, I shouldn't have called for help just now."

Zheng Fan watched the man in purple waving a scimitar and slashing at his head with a calm expression, "You're courting death!"

The middle-aged man in purple clothes listened to Zheng Fan's words, and said sarcastically, "I'm too scared to fight back, how dare you be so arrogant?"

While he was speaking, the scimitar in his hand was only ten centimeters away from Zheng Fan's head.

As long as he advances a little bit, Zheng Fan's head can be cut off.

The middle-aged man in purple laughed wildly, and he was already prepared in his heart to cut off Zheng Fan's head and have a good time.

The two middle-aged men in purple clothes behind him saw that their elder brother's scimitar had already approached Zheng Fan, but Zheng Fan didn't respond at all.

In his heart, Zheng Fan was regarded as the kind of weak person who wanted a hero to save the beauty, but had no strength at all.

"Er..." The middle-aged man in purple felt a stabbing pain in his neck.

He wanted to speak, but couldn't even utter a word.

The middle-aged man in purple looked down, but saw that his head had been separated from his neck.

The bright red blood splashed all over the ground like a fountain.

The two purple-clothed men behind them were shocked when they saw their elder brother's body and head separated suddenly.

They looked at Zheng Fan and said nervously, "You...you dare to kill our eldest brother, do you know who we are?"

"You are dead!" Zheng Fan's voice was cold, and it fell into the ears of the two men in purple, making them feel the biting chill.

(End of this chapter)