However, this breath is very subtle and almost impossible to detect.
It's like most of it was cut off halfway through.
This situation just shows that Wang Fan’s current situation is not optimistic!
Maybe he has fallen into a desperate situation!
However, with this breath that has been cut off most of the time, it is impossible to directly lock Wang Fan’s position.
Fang Yu frowned, lowered his head, and began to ponder.
Soon, he thought of a solution.
...
"Wang Fan, it must have taken you many years to gather among these 50,000 human races, right?" Beidu Shangxian looked at the picture inside the light curtain, smiled, and said, "Look at the faces of these 50,000 ants, they
How innocent... If they didn't say it, even if they died today, they wouldn't know how they died."
Wang Fan stared at the light curtain, gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and his whole body tensed together!
Damn it!
How did the gods find these 50,000 famous human races!?
This is his most secret stronghold!
The more than 50,000 famous people gathered inside were sent in one by one over the years!
During these 100,000 years of escape and running around, Wang Fan not only repeated the matter of saving the human race and selling it to be a slave, but also wanted to leave some hope!
In that stronghold... all the human races he thought were more talented in cultivation and had a certain degree of enthusiasm!
Wang Fan hopes that among this group of human races, a supreme level strong man can appear and revive the human race in the future!
Because he knew very well that his life might end suddenly at some point in time and was completely unpredictable.
So, he must leave the fire.
These more than 50,000 celebrities are the spark that rekindles hope!
In order to ensure their safety, after building that stronghold, Wang Fan almost never went there with his true identity!
But...now, this stronghold is still exposed.
Still discovered by the gods!
Wang Fan's breathing is rapid.
He tried to remain calm.
But now this situation makes it really difficult for him to calm down!
what to do!?
He was surrounded, and more than 50,000 famous people in his stronghold were also trapped in desperate situations!
Wang Fan stared at the light curtain ahead.
Inside the light curtain, the group of monks in black robes were already attacking the many human races who were kneeling on the ground and frightened!
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Two monks in black robe grabbed one of the male cultivators and grabbed him in front of the picture.
The male cultivator had been beaten beyond recognition, his face was covered in blood, and his whole body was trembling.
Two monks in black robe pressed him to kneel on the ground.
At this time, a male cultivator next to him walked into the screen.
He smiled coldly, bowed to the picture and bowed.
It’s Chen Qian'an!
"I have seen two immortals, Chen Qian'an, who is a little deacon in the heart pavilion." Chen Qian'an in the picture bent down and bowed, saying, "Master Yuanyu Pavilion, I know you are here too."
After the salute, he retreated to the rear.
"KaKaKa..."
At this time, the human monk was already trampled on his face and his limbs were twitching.
“Ahhhh…”
His screams were quite shrill.
And behind him, there were also many human cries.
"Don't kill us, don't kill us, we are willing to be slaves, we will not go against you, let us go..."
Many human races cried and begged for mercy.
However, many human races have been killed by black-robed monks!
The monks in black robe were like playing with them, cutting off their limbs one by one with swords and finally beheading them!!
"When we first arrived, some human races reacted very much and fought with us, and we took them all down." Chen Gan'an reported on the side, "Just counting the number, there are 52,620 gatherings here. One person. The cultivation level is…”
"I don't care about the cultivation of these ants." Nanxun Shangxian said coldly.
Chen Gan'an immediately reiterated and said, "At present, all the human races here are controlled by our Zhixin Pavilion. The two immortals want us to take action. We can destroy them at any time."
Zhixin Pavilion...
Hearing these words, Wang Fan was shocked.
It turns out that the one who found that stronghold was Zhixin Pavilion!
At this moment, Wang Fan was a little desperate.
In front of him were two great immortals from the Heavenly God Palace, followed by the traitor Yuan Yu, and Zhixin Pavilion controlled the lives of more than 50,000 famous people in the stronghold...
All eyes are enemies!
He has no choice!
"The breath of the jade pendant was cut off, and Fang Yu could not receive my contact signal..." Wang Fan's heart sank into the bottom of the valley.
"KaKaKa..."
In the picture, the human race with blood on his face was trampled to the point of shattering, and his screams became more and more shrill.
"You, you...you should let Brother Yan Liang go, let him go..."
At this time, a slightly tender voice came from behind.
Two monks in black robe turned their heads and saw a little girl who was only five or six years old who was kneeling, stood up.
The girl's face was covered with traces of tears, and there was fear on her face, but more of anger and courage.
Chapter completed!