After the smoke cleared, the gravel fell to the ground, and a huge pit appeared on the top of the mountain.
Tang Fan and the purple-robed Taoist both lay at the bottom of the pit, seriously injured.
Tang Fan's situation was slightly better than that of the purple-robed Taoist. Although his cultivation level was low and Bi Hanyi was cut into pieces by the purple flames, his vital points were still protected.
Although the purple-robed Taoist is in the late stage of pill formation, the power of the Dragon Emperor is too powerful, and he doesn't have much life left.
If it weren't for Tang Fan's own insufficient cultivation and his inability to fully unleash the power of the dragon's claws, the purple-robed Taoist would undoubtedly die.
Tang Fan opened his eyes first and turned to look at the dying purple-robed Taoist. He wanted to take out a weapon and kill him, but his cultivation was exhausted and he couldn't even open the Qiankun Bag.
"Old guy, I will bite you to death!"
Tang Fan slowly moved his body, and at this moment, the purple-robed Taoist opened his eyes.
His bones and meridians were broken in many places, and his internal organs were violently impacted. A large mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth, which was also mixed with fragments of internal organs.
"Tang Fan!"
The purple-robed Taoist looked ferocious. He never expected that a foundation-building monk could hurt him to this extent.
He struggled to get up, but his body was weak and he could only move slowly like Tang Fan.
Tang Fan saw that he had woken up and did not want to waste any energy speaking.
An idea struck him and he lay there motionless.
"Tang Fan, you will definitely die in my hands today!"
Seeing that Tang Fan had stopped moving, the purple-robed Taoist tried his best to speed up.
It's not that Tang Fan has no strength, but he is secretly running the Tai Ling Yi Qi Jing to regulate his body.
He wanted to give the purple-robed Taoist a fatal blow when he crawled over.
The purple-robed Taoist gritted his teeth and persisted, finally crawling to Tang Fan's side.
"ah!"
He shouted, raised his hand and pinched Tang Fan's neck.
"Old guy, you can't kill me yet!"
Tang Fan's purple eyes flashed, and at this moment he opened the Qiankun bag and took out the black parasol.
He thrust the black parasol at the purple-robed Taoist's body. The purple-robed Taoist's whole body trembled, and most of the little life left was sucked away.
The purple-robed Taoist screamed and fell to the side.
Tang Fan got a breather, took out the Soul-eating Cauldron again, and threw it hard over his head.
The soul-eating cauldron emitted bursts of light, instantly enveloping the purple-robed Taoist.
"No... don't, I'm not willing to..."
The purple-robed Taoist wailed, the feeling of having his soul sucked away was too uncomfortable.
"Old man, it's too late to regret. Who asked you to provoke me!"
Tang Fan gritted his teeth and controlled the Soul-Eating Cauldron, but the Soul-Eating Cauldron was on the verge of collapse, and his cultivation could no longer support it.
Finally, the purple-robed Taoist screamed and died.
"call……"
Tang Fan completely collapsed on the ground, and the Soul-eating Cauldron fell to the side. He did not have the strength to take it back.
Tang Fan tried his best, but when he closed his eyes, he didn't know what was going on.
From a distance, it looks like there are two corpses lying in the pit.
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"What, you said Tang Fan is dead? This is impossible!"
After Ye Mingdao heard his subordinate's report, he stood up in shock.
The subordinate said: "Director, it is absolutely true that Tang Fan met a master, and the two of them died together. It is said that the scene was very tragic, and there was no good spot on their bodies..."
"I still don't believe it until I see it with my own eyes!"
Ye Mingdao frowned and asked again: "Is his funeral in Shuangjing Mountain?"
"Yes, it's in Shuangjing Mountain."
"Let's go now!"
Ye Mingdao raised his feet and was about to leave when his cell phone rang.
He picked it up and saw that it was the call from Ye Qing, the head of the Ye family in Jiangbei.
"Elder Mingdao, have you received the news? The task assigned to us by the headquarters has been completed. I hope you can keep your original promise!"
Ye Mingdao was stunned for a moment after hearing what Ye Qing said, and asked: "Did the people you sent kill Tang Fan?"
"Yes, I spent ten billion dollars on this!"
"Ye Qing, if Tang Fan is indeed dead, I will give you 20 billion US dollars!"
Ye Mingdao smiled slightly, and then said: "However, I want to confirm that Tang Fan is really dead first!"
"Haha, he can't die anymore. Ye Mei has already gone to see him!"
"really?"
"If you don't believe it, go see it yourself!"
Ye Qing hung up the phone impatiently.
"Is... is it true?"
Ye Mingdao had a smile on his face and immediately rushed to Shuangjing Mountain with his subordinates.
Ye Qing glanced at Ye Mei in front of him and asked: "Is he really dead?"
Ye Mei said expressionlessly: "I don't believe it either, but he is indeed dead."
"Taoist Ziyu is also dead?"
"Well, it seems that they should die together..."
"Oh, what a pity!"
Ye Qing shook his head, then smiled bitterly and said: "However, this may not be a bad thing for our Ye family. It seems that I still overestimated Tang Fan!"
Ye Mei moved her mouth, but stopped talking.
"Xiaomei, what do you want to say?"
"Grandpa, I did see him die, but... what if he comes back to life?"
"Resurrection? Are you kidding? How is this possible!"
"I don't know either. I always feel that anything could happen to him..."
Ye Mei shook her head, turned around and walked out.
"Hey, this is really touching!"
Ye Qing sighed, if Tang Fan hadn't threatened the Ye family, he would really not want to be his enemy.
In Shuangjing Mountain, Ye Mingdao and his subordinates were stopped outside the gate.
David Lu and Chen Xingyu stood in front of him, looking at Ye Mingdao as if they were enemies.
They are relatively sensible, otherwise they would have pounced on them long ago.
"You two, I don't mean any harm, I just want to see off Brother Tang. Please let me in."
"Director Ye, you are not welcome here!"
"Ye Mingdao, don't force me to do it!"
Chen Xingyu's eyes were spitting fire and he looked very sad.
He held the Seven Evils Ancient Sword given to him by Tang Fan in front of him, with a desperate attitude.
"You alone can't stop me!"
Ye Mingdao waved his arms and was about to take action.
"Director Ye, if you don't go investigate the case, why are you here!"
The Eastern War Tiger flew over from the mountain and looked at Ye Mingdao with an evil look.
"Director Dongfang, I heard something unexpected happened to Tang Fan, and I wanted to come and see him one last time."
"Huh, do you still have such good intentions?"
Dongfang Zhanhu gritted his teeth and said viciously.
Ye Mingdao said: "Director Dongfang, I don't want to fight with you, so as not to hurt your harmony..."
"Don't you just want to see if Tang Fan is really dead? Well, let him see it!"
Tang Fan looked at David Lu and said, turned around and ran towards the top of the mountain.
"snort!"
David Lu had no choice but to make way.
Ye Mingdao couldn't wait any longer and rushed forward.
There were many people outside the mourning hall. Mo Yan and several other women cried until their eyes were swollen.
Seeing Ye Mingdao, everyone was a little unable to control themselves, and murderous intent filled the air for a moment.
Ye Mingdao's heart was in his throat and he slowly came to the coffin.
He saw Tang Fan with his eyes tightly closed and his body covered in injuries.
At this moment, his face was sallow and lifeless.
Tang Fan is dead, son, your revenge has been avenged!
Ye Mingdao shouted in his heart, suddenly feeling empty.
"Ye Mingdao, you still dare to come over and watch the joke, I will avenge my son!"
There was a shout from behind, and He Lan made a gesture and rushed towards Ye Mingdao.
"Ye Mingdao, today is your death day!"
Long Xiang and Xu Teng also jumped out one after another.
"In addition, I have a bloody head, and I want to avenge Lord Tang!"
Tang Fan's subordinates and friends swarmed up and surrounded Ye Mingdao and his subordinates.
"How dare you!"
Ye Mingdao looked up and saw them using various attack methods and quickly counterattacked.
But even though he was in the late stage of pill formation, there were too many people around him. Under this kind of offensive, he was quickly injured.
"Dongfang Zhanhu, are you just going to let them kill me?"
Seeing that he could no longer resist, Ye Mingdao quickly called for help.
He didn't believe that Dongfang Zhanhu dared to let him die here...