Transcending Tribulation Immortal Venerable

845 kill him
Waited for a while.

The maidservant in red was holding two altars of fine wine, and when she passed by the palace where Yu Xinsheng lived, she felt trembling in her heart, for fear that Yu Xinsheng in the house would find out.

Once known to him, tonight's mission will fail.

Not only can't she get rid of her slave status, but she also has to be decapitated.

After walking past the palace where Yu Xinsheng, the elder of Tianxingmen, looked at Zheng Fan with a pure smile on his face, he raised two jars of wine in his hands, "Young Master Zheng, let's go."

Zheng Fan nodded indifferently, followed behind the maidservant in red, and walked towards the suburbs outside Wushuang City.

In today's Wushuang City, every household has put out the candles, and apart from the patrolling servants of the City Lord's Mansion holding torches, no other living things can be seen.

Zheng Fan looked at the Wushuang City in front of him. The gap between the Wushuang City and the Wushuang City when he left the world of cultivating immortals was too great.

At that time, Wushuang City, although not a big city, was still brightly lit every night.

Now at night, it looks almost like a ghost town.

The maid in red looked at Zheng Fan in a daze, and mistakenly thought that she was fascinated by his figure and appearance, and a charming smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, "Mr. Zheng, let's speed up and head to the suburbs. I will be yours when the time comes."

After she finished speaking, she deliberately buried her head very low, put on a shy posture, and trot forward for about ten meters.

If ordinary men saw this scene, they would have been dazzled by the blood, wishing they could catch up closely, hug the red-clothed maidservant, and make out with her.

Zheng Fan's expression was flat, and he turned a blind eye to the words and actions of the maidservant in red, and walked forward slowly.

The maidservant in red trotted for about ten meters, looked back pretending to be shy, saw Zheng Fan's indifferent face, and sneered in her heart, "I know how to pretend, but it doesn't matter, when you leave the suburbs, you will be a dead man."

When Zheng Fan and the red-clothed maidservant walked to the city gate.

The servants of the city lord's mansion who patrolled Wushuang City at night questioned them casually, and then released them out of the city.

After the maidservant in red walked out of the city gate, she was very excited.

As long as the man in white beside her dies, Xiaoyao is waiting for her.

Zheng Fan's expression was indifferent, he saw everything about the maidservant in red, and said in a cold tone, "Have you arrived yet?"

The maidservant in red shook her head, and said in a sweet voice, "I'll be there soon."

"It's really troublesome." Zheng Fan said coldly after listening to the words of the maid in red.

"En?" The red-clothed maid heard Zheng Fan's words and felt something was wrong in her heart. Could it be that Zheng Fan found out?

She shook her head and said to herself: "If he can find out, how can he come out and die."

"Get out of here." Zheng Fan's voice was indifferent, like ten thousand years of ice.

Falling with this voice.

Around 50 meters around Zheng Fan and the red-clothed maidservant, tall and strong figures appeared one after another.

Zheng Fan looked at this group of immortal cultivators, which numbered over a hundred, and said in a cold tone, "You guys are really boring."

"You won't feel bored soon." A cold voice sounded.

"At that time, I will make you feel very exciting." Another sinister voice followed.

After the words fell, the figures of Wei Meng and Ye Huan appeared in this area.

Their eyes were bloodshot, and when they looked at Zheng Fan, they wished they could eat him alive.

Ye Huan and Wei Meng didn't want to waste any more time with Zheng Fan, and shouted: "Whoever takes off his head and soul will be rewarded with a god-level spiritual weapon."

Hundreds of immortal cultivators whose strength was at least at the Jindan stage and at the early stage of the highest stage of becoming a god, rushed towards Zheng Fan like crucian carp crossing the river when they heard the reward of the god-level spiritual weapon and magic weapon.

They usually have low and low status, not to mention god-level magic weapons, even rare ones, they have no chance to touch them.

Now as long as they kill this young man of unknown origin in front of them, they will be able to obtain a god-level spiritual weapon and magic weapon, which is simply the greatest blessing from heaven to them.

The maidservant in red looked at hundreds of immortal cultivators rushing towards her, her pretty face turned pale, and cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

This is completely different from what the two masters Wei Meng and Ye Huan said earlier.

Previously, Ye Huan and Wei Meng promised the maid in red that as long as they brought Zheng Fan to the suburbs, they would be able to lose their household registration.

Looking at the current posture, let alone joining a small sect to practice, whether he can survive is a problem.

Ye Huan and Wei Meng had smirks on their lips, they didn't care about the life of the maidservant in red at all.

They just want to see the scene of Zheng Fan being beheaded and killed by their own slaves, and then they will torture his soul severely.

Even so, the anger of Ye Huan and Wei Meng could not be completely vented.

Zheng Fan's eyes were indifferent, and he didn't care about the safety of the red-clothed maidservants around him at all. He watched one after another house slave, using his strongest means, to kill him.

A seven-colored long sword emerged from his hand, like cutting melons and vegetables, cutting the immortal cultivator close to him into two pieces.

There were originally more than 100 immortal cultivators, but only a few minutes later, only more than 50 remained.

All of them looked terrified, not daring to underestimate the young man in white in front of them.

Especially the seven-colored long sword with blood dripping down continuously, giving people a very frightening feeling.

Ye Huan and Wei Meng looked at the scene in front of them, they were surprised and angry at first, and then they saw the colorful long sword in Zheng Fan's hand, their eyes glowed.

This seven-color long sword is so powerful that it is definitely a treasure.

Ye Huan and Wei Meng believed in their hearts that their son was definitely not crushed to death by Zheng Fan's strength, but killed by the colorful long sword in his hand.

Think of this, Ye Huan.The two of Wei Meng frowned, and roared angrily: "Give it to me, you must kill him, or the family will deal with it."

Hearing the words "Family Law Disposal", he had a look of horror at first, fearing Zheng Fan's servants, tremblingly charged towards Zheng Fan.

Compared to being beheaded by Zheng Fan's extremely sharp seven-colored long sword, it is better than dying in family law.

The family law of Ye Huan and Wei Meng is pure hell for these slaves.

Zheng Fan shook his head, brandished the seven-colored long sword, and rushed over with more than 50 slaves.

puff!
Ah!
Snapped!
The seven-color long sword in Zheng Fan's hand, when he killed the slaves, it was like cutting tofu, tearing the opponent's solid body with ease.

Tick.

Tick.

At this moment, outside the suburbs of Wushuang City.

The hundred or so house slaves who wanted to besiege Zheng Fan and obtain the god-level spiritual weapon and magic weapon all fell to the ground, their limbs and arms broken.

The woman in red was stained with blood on her face, looking at Zheng Fan's back with a horrified expression.

She regretted it a little. If time could be reversed, she would definitely tell Zheng Fan that Wei Meng and Ye Huan were going to murder him.

It's too late to say anything now.

(End of this chapter)