Fan Chayan claimed to be a well-known Martial King Realm expert in Cangyu, but she didn't have the slightest confidence that she could escape alive under the joint attack of these three people!

"What kind of men do you think you are if you bully the few with more!"

Fansha Yan roared angrily.

Even though her face was full of anger and she lost her temper, she still felt pleasing to the eye at this time, and she was very beautiful.

Ordinary male warriors may not be able to resist such beauties with all kinds of charms and natural beauty.

It's a pity that Ye Wuzong and the other three are more cold-tempered than the other.

Treat a woman with such viciousness.

I won’t show any mercy at all!

"If I kill you and hold back..."

"That's real stupidity!"

There was no trace of emotion on Ye Wujiang's face, and he raised his sword and dropped it!

In an instant.

Countless rays of dazzling sword light rose across the sky, filled with pure Yang Lie Yuan, and turned into strong sword light, slashing down towards Fanshayan.

"Holy crap? This kid can actually use Pure Yang Sword Qi?"

Behind him, Ming Cangjian was slightly stunned, his eyes a little surprised.

He always thought that Ye Wujiang had practiced some evil martial arts.

The swordsmanship he performed was full of evil and strangeness.

I still don’t quite understand Ye Wuzhen’s martial arts.

But it was only then that he realized that he was completely wrong.

"Don't talk nonsense to her, deal with this Fan Chayan, and find a way to force her eldest brother Fan Feishen to show up. I want to avenge that sword!"

Gu Qianchen has endless hatred for Fan Feishen. Now, it is an excellent opportunity to capture Fan Shayan.

He pinched his palms together, and a red war flag fluttered in the wind and made a hunting sound. Gu Qianchen waved his hand and held the red war flag, and a giant flaming dragon appeared out of thin air, roared, and crashed towards Fanshayan.

"How cruel."

Ming Cang Jian shook his head and said, but his body was very honest. He immediately swung out the ancient mysterious sword in his hand, and a shocking sword light streaked across the void and slashed towards Fan Chayan.

Fan Chayan was desperate. She never expected that Ye Wuzong would recruit two Martial King Realm masters to kill her together, especially the old swordsman in black, whose realm was probably even higher than the Martial King Realm.

"why why!"

Fan Chayan roared loudly.

She is young and has always been pampered. Although she is extremely talented in the evil martial arts, she has never really fought with these strong men.

"Tianbao Blood Clothes, condense!"

But in despair, she can only launch a counterattack!

The blood-skeleton frame seemed to be integrated with her, and the blood color flashed and surged in an instant.

But she underestimated the restraining effect of pure Yang sword energy on evil forces. The sword energy emitted by Ye Wuzong's Hundred Swords Chaozong was mixed with the power of pure Yang. When the sword energy passed by, the huge Tianbao Blood Clothes were dazzled.

The sword light penetrates directly!

Like a sieve that has been shot through!

"Ah!!" The dazzling sword light stung Fan Chayan's eyes, and her heart was full of hatred.

If Guang was Ye Wujing, who was at the fourth level of the Martial Spirit Realm, Fan Chayan had a hundred ways to defeat him.

But what she has to face now is not only the Pure Yang Sword Qi, but also the Eight Wilds Fire Dragon!

The huge fire dragon came close to the ground, raised its head in an instant, its eyes were full of power, and roared loudly. Its long dragon tail, like a giant python, directly entangled Tianbao's blood-clothed Dharma image.

The endless burning pain caused Fan Chayan, who was deeply trapped in it, to let out more shrill screams.

Immediately afterwards.

The last sword light emitted by the Ming Cang Sword hit her directly, sending her flying into the air.

The bloody body of Tianbao Xueyi was also directly knocked away and separated from Fan Chayan's body.

Ye Wujiang sheathed his sword, stretched out his hand, and pinched the blood skeleton's neck bone with his palm.

"Ye Wuji... You really have eaten the heart of a bear and the courage of a leopard. The Black Wushan cultists are all over the continent and are pervasive. Even if you in the future escape to the ends of the earth, they will never let you go!"

Not far away, Fan Chayan struggled to get up, dark red blood stains appeared on her red lips, and the Ming Cang Sword almost cut off her Dantian, but she did not dare to scare the old sword cultivator and could only look at Ye

No trace, beautiful eyes full of hatred.

The blood skeleton held by Ye Wujiang was also trembling at this time, and was forced to emit a bloody aura. It was the soul blood that Fan Chayan had not devoured cleanly.

"Escape to the ends of the earth?"

Ye Wuzong glanced at Fan Chayan indifferently and said: "Before I, Ye Wuzong, came to Southern Wilderness, have you ever thought that one day you will be in a dead end..."

Let alone Fan Chayan, no one else would have expected that the leader of the Holy Maiden Altar in the Southern Wilderness of Cang Territory would be tortured to such an embarrassing level now!

Hearing these words, Fan Chayan's unparalleled eyes froze slightly.

"I once said that I will kill as many people as there are in Black Wushan, not because of any grudge, but simply because I want to kill them!"

Ye Wuzong exerted force with his palm, and the bones on the skull shattered in an instant.

"Pfft——!" Fan Chayan, who had almost merged Tianbao's blood-clothed clothes into one body, suddenly turned pale and spat out blood again.

A black light condensed on Ye Wuzong's fingertips, covering the Yinsha coffin. The Yinsha coffin flew up and landed next to Fan Chayan.

Ye Wuzong stepped towards Fan Chayan and said: "I can't break the seals carved on ordinary Yinsha coffins. The seal at the bottom is a swastika seal. Could it be that it is still hidden in the Black Witch Mountain?"

A master of the Buddhist sect?"

"Master of Buddhism?"

Ming Cangjian and Gu Qianchen were both stunned when they heard this, and hurriedly came over to find out more.

There are very few Buddhist sects in Cangyu, or in other words, it is difficult to find one or two living Buddhist sects in the entire Dayan Dynasty.

Was it the Supreme Martial Sect that only appeared in the Eastern Divine State or the Holy Emperor State outside the Cangyu Region? Unexpectedly, a small Yinsha coffin was actually sealed with the Holy Seal of the Buddha?

"what are you saying!"

Fan Chayan was a little confused.

"Your... surname is Fan?"

Ye Wuzong suddenly thought of the word 'Fan' and frowned slightly. He had inquired about the true identity of Fan Chayan, the master of the Holy Maiden Altar.

Moreover, Brahma is the surname of Buddha.

"My last name has nothing to do with you!"

Fan Chayan was still arrogant.

Ming Cang Jian approached Ye Wujing and whispered: "I asked you why you are so obsessed with this coffin. You thought it was just an ordinary Xuan-level evil weapon, but it turned out to be related to those guys, but those guys are too far away from us.

Come on... Furthermore, what will happen if the last seal in the coffin is unlocked?"

Ye Wujiang didn't know either, but he was extremely sure of one thing. He glanced at Mingcang Jian and said calmly: "At least it can be sold for money, and the amount is astonishing..."

Ming Cang Sword:......

He never expected to get this answer.

"It seems that you don't know how to break those two seals..."

Ye Wuzhen shook his head lightly.

A coffin that can be sealed by Buddhist masters must have a huge secret hidden inside.

But he was in no hurry.

When his realm reaches a certain level, he will have many ways to unlock it.

But he didn't intend to let Fan Chayan go.

With his eyes focused, Ye Wuzong pointed his sword finger directly at the center of Fan Chayan's eyebrows.

"Nine Nether Soul Capturing Art."

Although Fan Chayan was in the Martial King realm, she was seriously injured by three people. At this time, her willpower was very weak, so her eyes suffocated and she immediately froze.

Ming Cangjian and Gu Qianchen looked at each other and looked at this scene curiously.

"Powan Mountain..."

"Saint Altar..."

"Witch aunt..."

"Flying God Fan..."

Ye Wuzong closed his eyes, and the pictures that appeared in his mind were all Fan Chayan's memories.
To be continued...