Ye Fan floated to the ground, like a cannonball hitting the ground, and immediately made a big hole, and the Witch Blood Cult, which was like a ruined wall, shook violently.

"Where are those young children?"

With his hands behind his back, Ye Fan glanced coldly at the elders of the Witch Blood Cult.

"who are you?"

The white-haired old man was full of fear, and said in a difficult voice.

"Evan!"

Hearing his answer, all the elders of the Witch Blood Sect were ashamed.

Martial Dao Zhenjun is here, mere witch blood is not enough to be killed!

The white-haired old man trembled and said, "I want to report to Zhenjun, the young children have been taken away by the Supreme Elder to participate in the Demon Dao Conference."

"Demon Dao Conference? Why are you bringing those young children?" Ye Fan squinted his eyes, flashing a cold light, and questioned.

"All the sects of the Demonic Dao gathered together and prepared to use these young children to sacrifice to the gods."

The white-haired old man said hurriedly, not daring to hide anything.

When they heard that the white-haired old man had betrayed the Supreme Elder, all the elders of the Witch Blood Cult all changed their colors.

One of the old men with a swollen face, a ferocious appearance, and a vulture-like nose, burst into tears and shouted: "Grand Elder, you dare to betray the Supreme Elder? Aren't you afraid of purgatory?"

"Noisy!"

Ye Fan frowned, flicked his fingers, and a bright blood gang crossed the sky and struck this person.

A deep evil energy emerged from this body surface, obviously it was an evil weapon that protects the body and protects the Lord automatically.

It's a pity, Ye Fan's attack is so powerful, even Zhenjun Yuanying must treat it with caution, how can a mere evil weapon be able to resist it.

"Pfft!"

The blood gang was like a knife, splitting the noisy old man, including the person and the evil weapon, into two halves from the beginning to the end.

Seeing the second elder, who was killed by Ye Fan with a snap of his fingers, and blood sprayed, the other elders were terrified and dared not speak out.

"Tell me where the Magic Dao Conference is held, maybe I can save your life, otherwise, don't blame me for slaughtering all the witch blood sects, leaving no seedlings behind!"

Ye Fan looked indifferent, looked at the white-haired old man, and said indifferently.

When the white-haired old man heard the words, his face turned blue and red, obviously struggling in his heart.

Finally, the white-haired old man sighed deeply: "I say."

Then, the white-haired old man told the time and place of the Magic Dao Conference.

"Pfft!"

"Bang bang!"

After the white-haired old man finished speaking, Ye Fan made a decisive move and wiped out many elders of the Witch Blood Sect.

Then, Ye Fan walked out of the ruined Witch Blood Cult, and threw Nanming Lihuo backhand, turning the crippled Bluestone Hall into a sea of ​​flames and turning it into ashes in the blink of an eye.

Ye Fan had no intention of letting go of these elders.

As for the ordinary disciples of the Witch Blood Sect, Ye Fan also slaughtered most of them, leaving only a dozen of them, which is regarded as keeping his promise and leaving some seedlings for the Witch Blood Sect.

"Where are those young children from Zhenjun?"

Ye Qingcang came up to meet him, and when he saw Ye Fan coming down from the top of the mountain, he lowered his head and asked.

Chapter 1143 Destroy the Witch Blood Cult, Demon Dao Conference!

"Those young children were taken by the Supreme Leader to participate in the Demon Dao Conference." Ye Fan frowned.

"Demon Dao Conference?" Ye Qingcang gasped when he heard the words, but he didn't know what to do.

Ye Fan looked around and said in a deep voice: "The Demon Dao Conference is a bit like a martial arts conference. They will use these young children to sacrifice to the evil gods. It is said that the evil gods will manifest their spirits. If the evil gods in the water cup take a fancy to them, they can become evil kings and lead the evil sects in the world. "

"This... Zhenjun, can you really handle it when you go alone?" Ye Qingcang asked worriedly, his pupils shrank suddenly when he heard the words.

"It's just a group of ants!" Ye Fan said indifferently: "This time, the evil sect masters gathered together, and the leaders of all major sects gathered together, just to wipe them all out."

Ye Qingcang was beyond shocked by these words.

I just feel that Ye Zhenjun in front of me is too crazy!

That's the whole evil sect, no matter how powerful you are, you can't beat four hands with two fists.

Ye Qingcang was worried, looked at Ye Fan cautiously and asked: "Zhenjun, have you found out the time and address?"

"On the ninth day of September, Xieyun Mountain!"

Ye Fan said lightly.

Although Ye Fan didn't know the exact location of Xieyun Mountain, with his ability, he believed that he would be able to find out soon.

"I know Xieyun Mountain, it's in Xiangxi." Ye Qing said fiercely.

Seeing Ye Fan's eyes, he hurriedly said: "True Monarch, Xieyun Mountain is not a mountain, but a mountain range located in the Xiangxi mansion. I heard that there are many demon cultivators, evil cultivators, and sinners, as well as three religions and nine streams. Everyone likes to go there."

"In that case, I can set off."

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