Su Fan reached out and patted the dirt on his pants, and said with a smile: "Sneak attacks are quite powerful. Since you like sneak attacks so much, I wonder if you can withstand others' sneak attacks?"

After saying that, he stretched out his hand and gently wiped it on the Qiankun Ring.

The next moment, demonic winds spread throughout Bai'an City, and gray demonic mist continued to fly out from Su Fan's hands.

In his hand, a dark purple book was being turned over slowly.

Jiuxiao Demon Soul Book!

"found it!"

Su Fan suddenly stopped flipping his hands and said with a smile on his face: "A born assassin, I hope you can have fun."

For a moment, a shocking roar came from the Jiuxiao Demon Soul Book, and then a gray shadow slowly appeared.

This phantom has no body, only a head the size of a lion. It looks the same as a wild lion, but there is a sharp horn on the top of its head, full of murderous intent.

The monks who saw this scene were also panicked, and they all stood there not knowing what to do.

Some of them had never seen monsters before, but they were more frightened by the appearance of this ghostly roar.

Those who had seen the ghost roar were even more frightened and hurriedly arranged defensive formations for themselves. Even the treasured armor that had been treasured for many years was revealed.

"The ninth floor of the Demonic Tomb of the Northern Wilderness is guarded by monsters, ghosts roaring!"

"How is it possible? Why can Su Fan summon such a monster? Guihou was obviously killed back then."

"Damn it, why did the people from Wushen Dao Palace want to sneak attack? Now that Guihou has been provoked, you can find a way to deal with it yourself."

"A monk's nightmare, Ghost Roar is an invisible assassin. It's almost easy for such a monster to assassinate us."

"..."

Those monks who knew Guihou were terrified. Even several funeral attendants in the coffins were so frightened that they arranged magic circles around the coffins.

People in Wushen Dao Palace also know about the existence of Guihou, but they don't understand it very well, especially these two palace masters.

They were the youngest ones present, so they didn't know how terrifying the ghost's roar was.

But the title of "Monk's Nightmare" is not just a casual talk. The horror of ghost roar comes from the monks.

Su Fan looked at the looming gray air current in front of him and said with a smile: "It's not polite to come back but not to return. Little girl, this ghost roar is my meeting gift to you."

The reason why he is letting out the ghost roar now is to force Mu Yiren to show up.

From the moment he appeared in Wushen Dao Palace, he had already sensed Dao Mu Yiren's aura, so as long as he took action against these two disciples, Mu Yiren, as a master, would be unable to sit still.

It’s time to settle all the old accounts at this time.

Under the horrified gaze of everyone, the ghost roar slowly disappeared, and even the sound was not noticeable.

But the more this happened, the more panicked everyone felt. Faced with an invisible and intangible threat, how could they not be worried?

Su Fan also saw the right opportunity. At the moment when everyone was distracted, there was a crisp sound from his position, and a terrifying wave of air flew out from behind him.

The next moment, he had rushed into the crowd, and screams also sounded at this moment.

The advantage of physical training is close proximity. Once a monk is approached, it is almost impossible to escape, let alone someone like Su Fan who possesses many mundane skills.

The physique has overwhelmed everyone present, and even those ordinary and fancy moves are an unbearable ordeal for everyone.

I saw Su Fan's light figure, like a spiritual ape, constantly flashing and leaping among the crowd, everyone who came to stop him

None of the people who blocked him could withstand his punch. There was no doubt that he was not seriously injured and had to retire.

The people in mid-air looked at Su Fan who was like a wolf among the sheep, and felt extremely frightened in their hearts.

"Is this the strength of Exiled Immortal Su Fan? We really have no power to fight back in front of him."

"Physical training is really terrifying. No one can look down upon it."

"Baihui Sanren, Wuxiu Venerable, Blood Demon Lin Wu...all of these famous figures have been defeated."

"The same goes for the Wushen Dao Palace. The dean and vice-dean of the Liyue Yuan were both seriously injured. They just met each other and suffered heavy casualties."

"..."

Looking at the situation below, many people secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

They are not stupid enough to go down and fight Su Fan now.

People who are watching the game become participants, which is not a good thing.

At this time, something unexpected happened at Wushendao Palace.

The red-robed palace master who was originally watching the battle suddenly screamed for some reason, and then he fainted subconsciously and almost fell down.

If it weren't for the purple-robed Palace Master on the side, I'm afraid the red-robed Palace Master would have fallen down.

"What's going on?" The purple-robed Palace Master frowned and looked around.

For some reason, she felt like she was being targeted by something, and a faint murderous aura filled the air around them.

"Ghost roar!"

Some sharp-eyed people discovered the injuries on the red-robed palace master's body, especially the little drop of blood that slowly appeared between the red-robed palace master's eyebrows.

The sharp objects left behind can at least be killed with one blow.

With the skill of the Red-robed Palace Master, it is impossible to encounter such an injury and not react at all. I am afraid that there will only be a ghost roar without a trace.

For a moment, those who wanted to attack Su Fan secretly gave up in their hearts and gave up the idea of ​​attacking Su Fan secretly.

It was true that they wanted to sneak attack Su Fan, but what they had to face was a hidden Guihou. If they didn't succeed in the sneak attack, they would definitely be the ones who died.

It was the red-robed Palace Master who had made a sneak attack before, but now she was seriously injured by the ghost roar. Even someone like her at the peak of the tribulation could not stop her, so what else could they do?

"Three Qingyang - Gate!"

At the head of the Taoist Academy, Wen Zhisheng, who was wearing a elegant white robe, opened his lips and teeth lightly, and continued to type out the spells in his hands.

At this time, the entire Bai'an City began to tremble, and a wide and ferocious stone gate with mountains on three sides appeared, completely enveloping Su Fan inside.

The stone gates on the three sides are of different colors, and there are strange stone statues of animal heads carved on them.

The first one is an animal head that stretches out its claws to cover its eyes, with a bloody mouth open in anger. The second one is an animal head that covers its ears. It widens its eyes and opens its mouth at the same time. The third one is covering its ears.

Shut up the beast head.

The three animal heads each had their own form, but at the moment when Su Fan was surrounded by stone gates on three sides, Wen Zhisheng took action again.

"Three Qingyang——Sword!"

The magic formula changed with the soft call from his mouth, and the whole ground shook again, but this time there was no scene of earth shaking, instead, pieces of gravel and tiles flew up one by one.

In mid-air, a spiritual sword shadow flew out of Wen Zhisheng's hand, and its position happened to be in the middle of the three-sided stone door.

The rubble and tiles flew up and attached themselves to the aura sword shadow.

In the blink of an eye, a sky-cutting stone sword suddenly appeared. The sword was fierce and fierce, and the sword energy surrounded it, just like the head of ten thousand swords in the world.

Su Fan looked at the condensed stone sword above his head and threw a disciple from Wushen Dao Palace out with his hand.

"Mu Yiren's Three Qingyang Wonderful Technique? It seems that this old bastard is hiding something unusually deep. His disciples are actually not the two palace masters!"

He naturally knew the power of the Three Qingyang Mystical Technique, after all, he had experienced it back then, but only Mu Yiren's lineage was qualified to learn this technique, and it was impossible for anyone else to learn it.

Only those who can truly understand are qualified to become his disciples.

Now Wen Zhisheng has used the Three Qingyang Magical Technique, which means that Mu Yiren has been waiting, the two palace masters are just on the surface, and the real people have been in Daoziyuan.

interesting.

I have been preparing for three thousand years just to kill him?

"Three Qingyang-Feng!"

"Three Qingyang - fall!"

The techniques in Wen Zhisheng's hands changed, and a layer of sweat appeared on his forehead. Obviously, this move also put a great burden on him.

As his moves changed, the stone gates on three sides suddenly began to shake, squeezing crazily from the inside out, and the long sword hanging in the air did the same, falling down with the changes in the magic formula.

Su Fan glanced at the stone door that was being squeezed from three sides, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Wen Zhisheng's ability is really good. This three-green-yang magic method alone is already impressive.

But there is still a gap between him and Mu Yiren. These three stone gates cannot control him!

Immediately, at the moment when the stone sword fell, Su Fan raised his hand and walked towards the animal-headed stone door covering his eyes. When he touched the animal-headed stone door, his vision turned black for an instant.

Endless darkness came, without a trace of light, and everywhere as far as the eye could see was darkness that could not be seen.

This door deprives you of the sense of watching and seeing, and your vision is completely lost.

Su Fan seemed to have guessed it a long time ago, raised his fist and hit it hard.

"boom--"

A dull sound suddenly arose, ringing in everyone's ears. The stone door had countless cracks extending from the bottom, spreading all the way up, and it looked extremely terrifying.

A trace of surprise flashed in Wen Zhisheng's eyes, as if he didn't expect that his moves could be cracked so easily, so he changed the magic formula in his hand again.

This time, the sky-cutting stone sword fell suddenly, with lightning and flint.
To be continued...