The jade-faced man was stunned, holding the black flag in his hand and looking at Lu Fan blankly.
But my heart is turbulent...
Nothing happened?
How is this possible!
The soul-calling flag has infinite strange power. With a little infusion of zhenqi, with a single wave, even a strong martial artist will have three souls and two souls taken away in an instant. However, Lu Fan in front of him seems to have no influence at all.
No?
"Come again!"
He took a deep breath, suddenly put his index finger into his mouth, bit it hard with his teeth, only to see blood flowing out, and slid it hard on the Soul Calling Flag!
"Lu Fan, be careful. He is using the blood from his fingertips to activate the soul-calling flag, which is beyond his own strength. He is going to be cruel to you this time. Don't take it lightly!"
Qi Qianming's deep warning sounded in Lu Fan's ears.
He looked back and saw Qi Qianming standing in the crowd, his lips not moving, obviously using secret room sound transmission.
"Come here!"
The next second, the jade-faced man's roar shook the air!
Lu Fan suddenly looked back. Before he could clearly see the movements of the jade-faced man, an extremely strong sinister wind swept across the world and enveloped him.
This cold wind came so suddenly that Lu Fan didn't even feel the cold breath. He instantly felt as if he was in an ice cellar, and the temperature of the air around his body suddenly dropped to zero.
The world suddenly became quiet.
Lu Fan frowned and looked around.
I found that I seemed to be standing in an independent space at this moment.
He could see the people outside, or to be precise, he could see their shadows.
He stood in the center of the courtyard, and his surroundings seemed to be blocked by a thin film. The figures of the people outside were shadowy, their auras were weird, and they didn't look real...
In Lu Fan's mind, a strange idea suddenly emerged at this moment.
These shadows are not people, but the souls of those people...