"Tang Fan, your death has come! Being able to die in the hands of my master is a blessing you have earned over many lifetimes!"
Qingyun, the great disciple of Taoist Xuanfeng, sneered.
"After you die, I will bury you in the mountain at my feet and turn you into soil to nourish all things..."
The second disciple Qingxu also looked proud.
As disciples of the Wanghai Sect, one of the five major sects in the spiritual world, they indeed have arrogant capital.
Tang Fan frowned. He had already offended a Five Immortal Sect, and he didn't want to offend Wanghaizong again unless he had to.
However, if it was indeed the three of them who killed Blood Head, he must avenge Blood Head!
Tang Fan spread his cultivation and asked with murderous intent: "Did you kill my bloody-headed brother?"
"So what?"
Taoist Xuanfeng curled his lips, not taking human life seriously at all.
"That bloody head is not a good person either. If we kill him, it will be considered as justice for God!"
"That's right, our Wanghai Sect is a well-known and upright sect. Killing a bloody head is nothing. He can die under the swords of my three masters and disciples. That is his destiny!"
"By the way, I cut off his head, hum..."
Qingyun Qingxu sings and harmonizes, full of benevolence, justice and morality.
"Fart, you have done such a dirty thing, and you still dare to say that you are a noble and upright person. I think you are all low-life, worse than beasts!"
Tang Fan was furious, but so was Wang Haizong. He was determined to kill them today to avenge the bloody head.
Taoist Xuanfeng snorted coldly and said: "Tang Fan, if you kneel down and apologize now, I will give you a chance to commit suicide, otherwise..."
"Sorry about your grandma's legs, old bastard, I have to kill you today!"
Tang Fan held his hand, and the Cold Iron Ice Blade felt Tang Fan's anger and buzzed, releasing its extreme thirst for blood.
"How dare you, who gave you the courage to speak to my master like this!"
Qingxu made a finger and a golden talisman flew high into the sky.
Qingxu chanted a spell in his mouth, and the golden talismans shone with light and suddenly spun. The golden light flashed and instantly turned into four talismans.
"Master, senior brother, please rest for a while and then let me kill this thief!"
Qingxu roared loudly, and the spells in his mouth suddenly sped up. The four talismans were divided into four directions, forming an attack formation.
The formation was filled with fire and thunder, which radiated a terrifying coercion and headed straight towards Tang Fan.
Tang Fan raised his head and stared at the shrouded talisman formation, with a strange smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.
Tang Fan recognized the origin of this talisman formation at a glance. Speaking of which, he also had to thank his apprentice Xuantong.
The first time he met Xuantong, who was still a liar, he defrauded him of a book of divine spells and many talismans for drawing talismans.
The Divine Curse of Ten Thousand Methods is the best and most complete talisman secret book of Wanghai Sect. It was originally kept by Master Mo Xuan of Wanghai Sect.
Later, Master Mo Xuan went out for seclusion and passed away in a cave on a certain island, leaving behind all the magic spells and talismans.
Wang Haizong searched for it for many years without finding any trace of it, but Xuantong accidentally obtained it, and finally took advantage of Tang Fan.
The original loss of the Ten Thousand Magic Mantras caused great losses to Wanghai Sect. Although most of its contents were passed down by various branches of Wanghai Sect, the topmost Talisman Mantra was lost.
The "Fire and Thunder Curse" cast by Qingxu can only be regarded as a medium attack power among all the magic spells. It has always been inherited by the Xuanfeng lineage and can be regarded as the specialty skill of this lineage.
But in Tang Fan's opinion, it was extremely ordinary.
Not to mention that he has learned all the divine spells in the book, there are tens of millions of high-level talismans that he has inherited from the dragon crystal, so why are they all so weak?
When Tang Fan first learned how to draw talismans, he often used a large number of talismans and poison pills to attack people.
But later, in order to sharpen his fighting power, he no longer bothered to use this method unless he met a master.
Today I saw Qingxu using the talisman formation to beat him. It was like bronze meeting a king, and it was impossible to get into Tang Fan's eyes.
Tang Fan looked up at the flames and thunder in the Fire and Thunder Curse formation, and sneered: "You haven't mastered the Fire and Thunder Curse yet, let's see how I can break it!"
Tang Fan patted the Qiankun bag and took out a handful of high-level talismans. Without even looking at it, he threw it towards the formation.
"What, you...how did you recognize that this is my Wanghai Sect's Fire and Thunder Curse!"
Qingxu looked surprised, and when he looked at the high-level talisman thrown by Tang Fan, he felt dizzy.
"Oh my God, these high-level talismans are all attack attributes. You... are too wasteful!"
It's no wonder that Qingxu was surprised. As a disciple of Wanghai Sect, he knew better than anyone how rare high-level talismans were.
Not to mention that each time you draw a high-level talisman, it takes a huge toll on your cultivation. At the same time, you also need to use the best talismans and spiritual stones to succeed.
Tang Fan sneered: "The Fire and Thunder Curse is nothing!"
"It's strange. Many of these talismans are lost to Wanghaizong. Where did he get them?"
Xuanfeng's eyes narrowed and he had a bad feeling.
"burst!"
Tang Fan smiled slightly, made a finger, and the high-level talisman immediately released a million rays of light, instantly overshadowing the fire and thunder curse cast by Qingxu.
Thick smoke billowed like a mushroom cloud, and a strong life-and-death crisis emerged in the minds of several people, shaking them out of their wits.
"Bang bang bang..."
All the talismans exploded at the same time, and the power generated caused even Xuan Feng to retreat extremely quickly.
"Qingxu, retreat quickly!"
Xuanfeng was worried that his apprentice was in danger and reminded him loudly.
But it was already too late. The impact caused by the explosion of a large number of talismans was too wide, and Qingxu was unable to dodge. In an instant, he was covered by the residual power, and the entire figure disappeared.
"Ah...puff!"
Qingxu was hit by the bombardment, his whole body was pitch black, his clothes were torn, not even a few pieces of skin were left, and his whole body was covered in blood.
Not to mention this, because the power was too strong, he had already suffered serious internal injuries and was spitting out blood.
"Qingxu!"
"Junior brother!"
Xuanfeng and Qingyun flew forward to support Qingxu and stepped back a few feet to avoid being affected by the aftermath of the explosion.
"Tang Fan!"
Qingxu screamed in pain, his face was very ferocious. Fortunately, he was only on the edge of the explosion, otherwise he would have been blown to pieces.
"Tang Fan, why do you have a high-level talisman that Wanghaizong has never spread to others?"
Xuanfeng saw that Qingxu was not in danger and turned to look at Tang Fan. He was embarrassed to say that these high-level talismans were lost in Wanghaizong.
"Ha ha……"
Tang Fan laughed loudly: "Old bastard, I told you how shameless you are. If you can't win, then you start a relationship? You said these talismans belong to your Wanghaizong. If you call it, will it agree?"
"Tang Fan, you hurt my junior brother and insulted my master, I must kill you!"
Qingyun pinches his hand and is about to rush forward.
"Hold on, Qingyun, wait until I ask him a few more words before I kill him!"
Xuanfeng looked at Tang Fan and asked, "Do you dare to tell me where you got these talismans?"
"It doesn't matter if I tell you, these are all painted by me!"
"Impossible, you're talking nonsense!"
Xuanfeng thought to himself that even I can’t draw these talismans, so how can you!
"Believe it or not, you are all dead anyway!"
Tang Fan made a secret gesture and pointed at Xuan Feng, shooting out a Heavenly Thunder Divine Finger.
"boom!"
A bolt of thunder shot straight towards Xuanfeng.
"Bold, you are seeking death!"
Xuanfeng quickly dodged and threw out a defensive talisman.
This talisman turned into a golden shield, completely blocking him back.
"Bang!"
The fingers of the God of Thunder struck the golden shield, but Xuan Feng was unharmed.
"Master, you go and heal your junior brother first, and I'll kill him!"
Qingyun flew towards Tang Fan, raised his hand and threw out a strange black talisman.
"Bang!"
The black talisman exploded instantly, filled with black energy, and turned into a simple and heavy heavy sword that exuded supreme majesty!
The black sword body extended infinitely, covering the sky with black pressure. Countless cracks appeared on the sword body, like the blood vessels of the human body, flowing with red blood like lava...