Eliminate Demons in Lin Zhengying's World

"Using living sacrifices to refine magical artifacts? Raising monsters to nourish magical artifacts?" Ye Fan looked at the tree demon who was about to break free from the seal, and snorted coldly: "I want to intervene to make you give up halfway."

The sun is about to be completely occupied by black spots, and the talisman is on the verge of collapse.

Smelling Ye Fan's strong blood, the tree demon struggled more and more crazily, and didn't care about it at all.

Ye Fan's true energy circulated in his palm, circled a few times in the air, and exploded.

The true essence containing ice condensed into an ice wall, and the ground was quickly covered with a thick layer of frost.

"cut!"

With a whoosh of the Chi Xiao sword, it turned into an afterimage and rushed into the hall.

Shining was clearly impatient, almost only the moment it took effect and rushed into the hall, the roots of the tree that had been slightly calm rose up again like a peacock spreading its tail.

Like a boa constrictor protruding from its thighs, exuding a black demonic aura, enveloping the Chixiao Sword.

The face on the tree trunk looked at Ye Fan with dark eyes, showing a strange smile, as if mocking Ye Fan for being overconfident.

"It's just a dryad that hasn't transformed yet, what right do you have to mock me?"

Ye Fan pinched the seal and said contemptuously.

Almost as soon as his voice fell, the red sword light shot up into the sky, broke through the roof, and went straight into the sky.

"Crack..."

As if to prove Ye Fan's words, the beams of the house burst and cracked continuously.

In the hall, the red sword light swirls like a butterfly wearing flowers.

The black tree roots were cut off as soon as they touched the Akasaka sword.

"Boom!"

I saw Ye Fan punched twice, and Lei Jin shot, entangled on the Scarlet Firmament Sword.

Immediately, the Chixiao Sword itself was covered by lightning, countless electric snakes were arrogant, and thunder jumped.

Lei Jin submerged into the severed tree root along the Chixiao sword, so that when the tree root fell to the ground, it twisted and struggled like a broken snake.

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"Zizzi la la!"

Accompanied by the sound of raging flames, thick black air emanated from the severed tree roots, and eventually turned into ordinary dead branches.

"Roar!"

The whole area shook violently, the sky and the earth shook, and the air whimpered.

A large amount of lightning poured into the dryad's body along the wound, and the air of ice was attached to it.

A thick layer of frost slowly condensed on the surface of the black giant tree.

When Ye Fan fights, he always beats the dog in the water with him, not giving the opponent the slightest chance to resist.

It is advisable to use the remaining brave to chase the poor bandits, and not to be called the Overlord of Learning!

This is the iron law that Ye Fan keeps in mind, and he has always done so.

So at the moment the dryad was injured, Ye Fan condensed his blood and turned into a big hand that burned like a flame.

Covering his mouth with his big hand, he stirred up the situation, and walked towards the weird smiling face on the tree trunk.

On the silent street, there is no light in sight.

The quietness was terrifying, Zhuge Feng frowned slightly, and as time passed, the uneasiness in his heart became more and more intense.

"Apart from the golden-armored corpse, did your mother order anything else?"

Zhuge Feng realized later, and asked tentatively.

"No!" Zhuge Yang didn't turn his head, and said calmly, "I'll let you go back quickly."

Zhuge Feng's doubts grew stronger, he hesitated to speak, and found something was wrong, but he disappeared and couldn't tell what was wrong.

He could only follow Zhuge Yue and Zhuge Yang silently, heading back home.

Back home, the hall lights were on, and Huang Yueduan was sitting on the main seat.

Ye Fan was sitting next to Huang Yue, sipping tea from a teacup.

"Where's the golden armored corpse?"

As soon as Zhuge Feng got home, he asked impatiently.

"Why are you so anxious?" Huang Yue threw him a hygienic eye: "Have a cup of hot tea first."

Zhuge Feng didn't dare to object, so he could only laugh sarcastically, and sat next to Ye Fan: "Mr. Ye is really a good trick!"

While Huang Yue was pouring tea for him, Zhuge Feng lowered his voice and said, "What exactly is the Wang family's evil spirit?"

He was really curious about what was so weird about it.

However, Ye Fan didn't seem to care about him, and he still sipped his tea calmly, as if the tea in the teacup was a peerless fairy tea, and it would be a pity to take a sip less.

A faint cold air lingered at the tip of Zhuge Feng's nose, but it was almost unscented by the refreshing tea fragrance.