"You are so evil!" Lin Fan couldn't help but cursed when he heard that one hundred top-quality spiritual stones were needed to exchange for a few points.
"Lao Jiu, do you believe that I can kill that turtle grandson Yang Zhan?" Lin Fan blinked and stared at Lao Jiu with his big eyes.
"Believe it, I believe it! Old Master said you could poke a hole in the sky, and Lao Jiu believed it." Lao Jiu replied seriously.
"Hahaha! Don't believe it, even if Yang Zhan stands in front of me now, he wouldn't dare to do anything to me?"
Lin Fan patted Lao Jiu on the shoulder, laughed and looked into the distance.
Suddenly his eyes darkened, and he jumped up and flew in that direction; Lao Jiu shook his head and flew up, following closely behind.
The two of them flew together for a moment and arrived at a mountain col.
In the mountain col, hundreds of purple-clad warriors gathered around an altar. On the altar sat a woman with two hairdos that reached the sky.
When Lin Fan saw the woman, his pupils became darker and his eyes became darker.
He remembered this woman. He fainted after meeting this woman when he was escaping from the small town.
As for whether that voice was his master, he felt that the answer should be found in this woman.
There were dozens of children sitting around the woman. This situation was not a good thing at first glance, and Lin Fan planned to pick her off.
"Sir, shall we go? We can't afford to offend these people." Lao Jiu's voice sounded in Lin Fan's mind.
Although Lao Jiu didn't have much soul fluctuation, he was able to transmit sounds through his mind, which surprised Lin Fan.
"Don't be afraid, Lao Jiu, these people don't dare to touch me." Lin Fan smiled and reassured the frightened Lao Jiu.
"By the way, Lao Jiu, how do you achieve this telepathic transmission?" Lin Fan saw that there was no movement on the altar and began to study Lao Jiu's secret method of telephony.
"Son..."
As soon as Lao Jiu opened his mouth, a group of purple-clad warriors in the mountain col suddenly started chanting a mantra that Lin Fan couldn't understand.
The singing voice was rising and falling, and a dark wind gradually began to blow in the mountain valley. This wind made Lin Fan and Lin Fan's hair stand on end, and they had goosebumps all over their bodies.
"Why are you making such a fuss? Someone died in your family? Did you know that I woke up my young master and took a rest?" Lin Fan pretended that he had not slept well, yawned and rushed towards the mountain col.
Seeing Lin Fan and the other two, the woman in the middle of the altar raised her hands, waggled her fingers and recited a few incantations. Then all the purple-clothed warriors sitting around the altar stood up and started to attack Lin Fan angrily.
"Stop!" the woman roared, and the purple-clothed warriors immediately stood on the spot, but still pointed their swords at Lin Fan, ready to attack at any time.
"Tsk tsk tsk, what a great master-disciple relationship! That bitch Zhou Biyun would really sacrifice his life to save a little devil like you. It's beyond my expectation!"
"Hey! Boy, how comfortable is your master's service?" the woman said with a mocking look on her face.
After hearing the woman's words, Lin Fan recalled that scene, clenched his fists tightly, and his body began to tremble slightly.
"No... that's not Master! You temptress, stop talking nonsense and instigating me and Master... I'm going to kill you." Lin Fan said and punched the woman.
A fierce punch was thrown out, but the woman easily dodged it.
"Hahaha! You little devil has quite a temper! You have fallen into my mother's ecstasy, and there is no way to resolve it except for the virginal intercourse between the divine and phoenix..."
"Shut up!" Lin Fan roared, holding the Demon Sword in his hand, teleporting in front of the woman and slashing out with the sword.
The woman dodged Lin Fan's sword as easily as a ghost, and kept taunting her, mentioning what happened to her master Zhou Biyun and him in every sentence.
Lin Fan discovered that every time the woman hid, she would avoid the children on the altar, for fear that Lin Fan's attack would hurt those children.
"Sir, attack those children." Lao Jiu's words rang in Lin Fan's mind.
Lin Fan glanced at Lao Jiu. He didn't know why Lao Jiu had such thoughts, but there was absolutely no way he would swing the butcher's knife at these innocent people.
Seeing Lin Fan's hesitation, Lao Jiu reminded him, "Master, these children are no longer the ordinary children you see. The methods of the children on this altar will be more cruel than anyone you have ever seen."
"You have to kill them now, otherwise you will be in constant trouble in the future. These children will become your nightmare. Only by getting rid of them first can I help you. Otherwise, our lives will be at stake today."
After listening to Lao Jiu's words, Lin Fan looked at the children with suspicion.
From those children, Lin Fan could not sense any vitality, only a faint trace of soul power. Those soul powers were still intertwined with each other, and it was impossible to tell which soul power belonged to which child.
While chasing and attacking the woman, he watched the children, and gradually Lin Fan became aware of it.
"Gather..." Lin Fan held the sword backhand with his left hand and began to gather momentum. He made a fist with his right hand and struck the woman with a series of punches.
He knew that these punches would be avoided by the woman, so he launched them randomly, making a big hole with every punch.
"Emergency..." After punching out and smashing a boulder on which the woman was standing, Lin Fan slashed out with the demon-suppressing sword held in his right hand at high speed. A young man in purple clothes around him sprayed blood mist from his mouth and fell limply on the altar.
, it shriveled up in the blink of an eye as if filled with blood, and finally became a mummy.
"Sir, kill those children first. Killing those sacrifices will only enhance the strength of those children." Lao Jiu hurriedly reminded Lin Fan when he saw the young man in purple after his death.
Lin Fan also felt that the situation was not good. He no longer doubted what Lao Jiu said. He turned his eyes and the sword in his hand became more powerful.
"Crazy..." A sword was swung out, and the storm formed by the sword shadow attacked the woman.
Just as the woman was about to approach Lin Fan, she was repelled by a storm of sword shadows.
"Huan..." Lin Fan teleported behind the woman and struck out with his sword again. The sword shadow filled the sky and surrounded the woman.
Lin Fan knew that this woman was not that easy to deal with, so he simply listened to Lao Jiu and went to deal with the children on the altar first. Otherwise, as Lao Jiu said, the loss would not be worth the loss if the two of them lost their lives.
"Yin..." Lin Fan looked back and struck the children sitting around the altar with his sword.
Before the sword shadow arrived, those children opened their eyes, and their eyes were as dark as Lin Fan's.
Feeling Lin Fan's sword shadow feast offensive, the twenty-four children just opened their eyes, and the sword shadow disappeared like a mud cow into the sea.
"Young master, don't attack in groups. You have to defeat them individually. Don't let these children join forces, otherwise even the God of War will be unable to stop these children."
The power of the sword dissipated, and the woman broke through Lin Fan's sword shadow and approached again. Her purpose was to get close to Lin Fan.
"Split...wrath..." The sword emerged, and each clone used sword moves to attack the woman at high speed.
The woman finally put away the smile on her face, and a whisk appeared in her hand.
Swinging the whisk to scatter several clones that were close to her, the woman clicked on her toes and continued to retreat while resisting the attacks of the sword shadow clones.
Every Lin Fan in the sword shadow clones is like a real person, and the attacks of each clone are extremely fast and fierce.
When the woman dispersed some of the clones, the remaining clones instantly merged with the clone behind the woman.
"Seal..." Lin Fan shouted loudly after the fusion, and slashed the woman's life gate with his sword.
The woman wanted to avoid this fatal blow, but she could not find the direction to avoid it at the moment.
No matter which direction she hid, she was still within the attack range of the sword.
The sword light slashed down, and there was no scene of blood spraying; only a straw man was chopped into two pieces and fell to the ground.
Lin Fan held the sword in his backhand and stabbed it behind him at high speed, forcing the woman who was attacking her to deflect and avoid Lin Fan's attack.
The blow missed, Lin Fan instantly moved several feet away, turned around and slashed out with his sword again.
The sword light flashed, and the silver tail of the whisk that the woman had attacked was cut off directly. The severed tail turned into thousands of silver needles and densely attacked Lin Fan.
Just when the silver needle was about to hit Lin Fan, a bolt of thunder fell from the sky and struck the woman directly.
After the already weird-looking woman was hit by this thunderbolt, her whole body was charred black, as if she had just crawled out of the stove, which looked very funny.
Seeing the woman being struck by lightning, Lin Fan finally understood why Dou Siqi asked Yang Zhan to swear an oath with his soul.
"Could it be that Yang Zhan swore an oath that anyone from the Tianwu God's Sect who makes a move against someone from Lingwu will be punished by heaven?" Lin Fan thought to himself, with an evil smile that he hadn't seen for a long time appearing on his lips.
He flew up to a purple-clothed warrior and slapped the young man in purple-clothed face.
With Lin Fan's physical strength, he slapped the young man so hard that his eyes were filled with stars, and he slapped the young man with a conditioned reflex.
Lin Fan did not dodge or dodge, and allowed the other party's palm to hit his chest.
At the same time that Lin Fan was struck by the palm, a thunderbolt fell from the sky and struck directly from the head of the young man in purple.
There was a sound of thunder, and the young man in purple was instantly smashed into ashes, leaving only a deep, charred pit where he stood.
Fortunately, the young man in purple clothes was not cultivating the physical body, and the palm only made Lin Fan take a few steps back, and was not injured.
"Hey! It's true." Lin Fan felt happy at this moment.
When the purple-clothed warriors surrounding the altar saw this magical scene, their faces were full of disbelief.
Even Lao Jiu, who was hiding aside, was confused. He thought to himself, "Miss Biyu is really a god. I know she won't harm me. I will definitely make a career with Mr. Lin."
This scene made Lao Jiu even more determined to follow Lin Fan.
Those purple-clothed warriors were confused, but Lin Fan was not confused. He put away the Demonic Sword, two short knives appeared in his hands, and used ghost attack to easily cut the throats of the three nearest purple-clothed warriors.
These purple-clothed warriors were no mere mortals. When Lin Fan launched an attack, they were immediately alert and took precautions one by one.
A woman in purple waved her two swords in her hands and drew out a circle of sword flowers to attack Lin Fan.
The other two women in purple saw this and flew over to attack. However, as soon as they reached behind Lin Fan, they were turned into charcoal by thunderbolts falling from the sky. Even the woman in purple who struck first did not escape the punishment of heaven and was hacked together.
It must be wiped out into ashes.
The other purple-clothed warriors wanted to rush forward, but seeing their companions being struck to death by lightning one after another, they all felt fear in their hearts.
Lin Fan was happy about this, but he forgot Lao Jiu's reminder.
After the death of those purple-clothed warriors, their bodies and cultivation were transformed into energy by the altar, which continuously nourished the children sitting around.
A faint halo of light gradually appeared on the originally ordinary child.