The System Takes Me to Practice

"It seems you must die today."

Zuo Yuanwei said coldly, his whole body was released, and the coercion swept towards Yang Fan.

"Don't worry about it in vain. I have already set up the formation around me. No one will know what happened here."

As soon as Yang Fan's voice fell, a fully enclosed translucent formation suddenly lit up around the three of them. The formation level was very high, but Yang Fan is now a ninth-level formation mage, and he quietly arranged this formation. It didn't take long. .

"Damn it, Xiang Mingxu, come together."

When Zuo Yuanwei knew that Yang Fan dared to appear, it showed that he was confident to deal with the joint attack by the two of his side.

"it is good!"

Xiang Mingxu didn't dare to neglect, he was only half-step Mahayana, Yang Fan only needed half of his strength to easily solve him.

Zuo Yuanwei hurried forward and slapped a palm.

The strong wind in the palm arrived first, blowing Yang Fan's clothes.

"Knowing that I am a little hot, I sent a cool breeze specially?"

Yang Fan teased slightly, and shot it with one palm.

boom!

The palms of the two were heavy and the champion was together, but it was Zuo Yuanwei who was shot flying.

"So strong!!!"

Zuo Yuanwei snorted, and there was a red blood at the corner of his mouth, and he was injured in just one face.

Upon seeing this, Xiang Mingxu, who was killing him, immediately took a halt and hesitated to run away now.

"Why are you still stunned? If you don't shoot together, you can't escape if I die."

Zuo Yuanwei was furious, and now he had the heart to kill Xiang Mingxu.

"roll!"

Yang Fan pointed his finger at Xiang Mingxu, and a terrifying golden light rushed towards Xiang Mingxu.

Shattered!

That golden light was so fast that Xiang Mingxu could not resist it at all.

In a hurry, Xiang Mingxu had only time to prop up a defensive barrier. But this defensive barrier didn't even hold on to a breath, it was directly penetrated by golden light.

Puff!

Jin Guang directly penetrated Xiang Ming Xu's chest, leaving blood holes with thick fingers, and blood kept flowing out.

what!

Xiang Mingxu screamed and fell directly into the ground.

"you!"

Zuo Yuanwei's eyes widened, his anger widened.

"look into my eyes."

At this moment, Yang Fan spoke suddenly.

Zuo Yuanwei subconsciously looked at Yang Fan's eyes.

What imprinted in his eyes were the eyes with the Tai Chi pattern in the blood red pupils.

"not good!"

The moment Zuo Yuanwei saw Yang Fan’s strange eyes, he noticed something wrong, but before he opened his sight, he felt the sky spinning, and when he came back to his senses, he found a strange space protruding. among.

"here is?"

Zuo Yuanwei asked.

"Welcome to my monthly reading space. Here, I am God. All laws are under my control, including time, space, and everything you see."

Yang Fan's voice came from all directions, shocking Zuo Yuanwei's heart.

"In a month's time here, you will be inhumanely tortured, so let's start now."

After becoming an eternal kaleidoscope, the longest time in the monthly reading space has come to one month.

"who are you?"

Zuo Yuanwei's question resounded throughout the monthly reading space, constantly echoing.

"You don't need to know, please be prepared for death, countdown, three seconds."

Three seconds passed quickly.

Suddenly, Zuo Yuanwei only felt light under his feet, and he sank directly into the river.

Zuo Yuanwei wanted to fly, but was shocked to find that there was no trace of true vitality in his body, and even his Mahayana realm disappeared, completely becoming a mortal without any cultivation.

The long-lost sense of suffocation came, and Zuo Yuanwei's heartbeat continued to accelerate. After a while, the feeling of suffocation became stronger and stronger, and he was drowned directly after he stepped back.

But not long after, Zuo Yuanwei suddenly wanted to open his eyes, looked around, and found himself lying on the ground.

"You finally woke up."

Looking along the source of the sound, Zuo Yuanwei's pupils suddenly shrank, his eyes full of fear.

It was the fear of death that resulted from experiencing a drowning.

"who are you?"

Zuo Yuanwei spoke to Yang Fan and struggled to get up.

Yang Fan smiled and took off the three-hook jade mask.

"It's you!"

Zuo Yuanwei stood up directly, unable to believe it.

"not quite."

After speaking, Yang Fan moved his mind, revealing his original appearance.

Zuo Yuanwei's eyes widened, as if seeing a ghost.

"You are Yang Fan, the kid who suddenly appeared in the Sun's house in Fengyuan City two years ago and possessed the elixir of rising elixir."

"Unexpectedly, you actually pretended to be Sun Wukong, you really deceived all the senior leaders of the Swordsman Sect."

"It doesn't matter, it won't be long before I will go to the Sacred Sword Gate myself."

"Hmph, do you think that with your strength, you can escape in the hands of the master? Don't think that if you defeat me, you think you are invincible."

"You don't need to worry about this. Anyway, you will pick me up from the inside when the time comes. At that time, none of the high-level members of the Swordsman Sect will want to run!"

"Accept you?"

Zuo Yuanwei was puzzled.

"At that time you will understand. Well, one hour has passed in one month, and this torture will continue to repeat in the next month."

"what?"

Before Zuo Yuanwei could recover, yet another wave of torture came.

In the monthly reading space, one month later.

After a month of constant torture, Zuo Yuanwei was a strong man in the Mahayana period, and finally couldn't help being so inhumane for a month of torture.

At this time, he was extremely depressed, lying on the ground venting more and less, like a girl who was tired of rubbing.

And beside him, Yang Fan sat on the sofa, constantly admiring the scene of Zuo Yuanwei being tortured, which also caused Zuo Yuanwei at this time to have a fear of Yang Fan and became a demon.

"Let... let me go, I am willing to surrender."

"Say it earlier, I won't suffer this month of sin."

Hearing these words, Zuo Yuanwei wished to be killed here.

This month, no matter how Zuo Yuanwei begged for mercy, Yang Fan never said a word, even if Zuo Yuanwei surrendered, it would be useless to become a soul slave.

As soon as Yang Fan's voice fell, the moon reading space instantly collapsed.

With a flower in front of Zuo Yuanwei's eyes, he found that he was still in place, except for the listlessness, nothing about him had changed.

"I am back......"

After speaking, Zuo Yuanwei knelt down heavily, his eyes almost closed.

Yang Fan stepped forward, pinched Zuo Yuanwei's neck, and the eternal kaleidoscope writing wheel flew around.

"Don't God!"

In the past, when Yang Fan used other gods on the **, he used it forcibly on the monks with strong spiritual power, which almost caused the other gods to fail back.

Therefore, when Yang Fan uses other gods, his spirit will be weakened, and the success rate of other gods is also very high.

Suddenly, Zuo Yuanwei's eyes widened suddenly. In his eyes, there were struggles, doubts and confusion, and finally firmness.