This sect is going against the sky

"hateful!"

The elder of Xie Yuejiao's face was distorted, and he stabbed Li Yi several times one after another, making him overwhelmed.

Just when everyone thought that the elder Xie Yuejiao had already fought Li Yi and was about to win, something happened suddenly.

The sword in Li Yi's hand was split into two, and then into four... It split into sixteen swords.

The sword light was shining brightly, and they rushed out of their hands one after another, running towards the chest of the elder of the Xie Yue Sect.

It passed through the chest in the blink of an eye.

The figure of the elder of the Xie Yue Sect gradually dissipated, and a small wooden figure fell to the ground.

"No, this is a puppet!"

Li Yi's face changed drastically.

Turn around and look in Lin Fan's direction.

Three feet away from him, a figure suddenly appeared.

"Shameless boy, go to hell!"

The elder of the Xie Yue Sect raised the machete with countless profound truths, and slashed at Lin Fan with a grinning grin.

"Sect Master, be careful!" Li Yi shouted.

But it was too late, Lin Fan didn't even open his eyes.

Seeing the machete fall, everyone looked away, unable to bear to watch the next scene.

Li Yi only felt that his liver and gallbladder were torn apart.

Endless remorse filled his chest, and tears fell down without disappointment.

Blame him.

The suzerain trusted him so much, but he fell into the way of others.

The suzerain who was also implicated fell again.

Everyone believed that Lin Fan was dead.

Lin Fan's voice rang out coolly, with a hint of impatience.

"Noisy!"

The place was silent.

Lin Fan didn't die!

Everyone looked in Lin Fan's direction again, and saw that although his eyes were still closed, two slender fingers were lightly clamping the blade of the machete.

And standing in front of him was the elder of Xie Yue Sect.

Compared with Lin Fan's relaxed expression, the other party's expression looked extremely ferocious and distorted. The hand holding the knife hilt, due to excessive force, had white knuckles and bulging veins, and his forehead was covered with sweat.

Even so, it still failed to shake Lin Fan in the slightest.

Lin Fan slowly opened his eyes, looked at him coldly, and sneered, "You want to kill me too."

With a light flip of the finger, the knife and the man turned like a windmill, faster and faster, turning into afterimages.

The elder Xie Yuejiao didn't even have time to scream, he was thrown out, turned into a beautiful arc across the sky, and disappeared.

silence!

Needle drop can be heard at the scene.

This is the elder of Xie Yue Sect.

Get rid of the influence of the ancient imperial formation, the existence of the late stage of the transformation of the gods.

But it was such a terrifying existence, how could it be bounced away!

Everyone stood messy in the wind.

After a while, someone started whispering.

Someone looked at Lin Fan, his eyes full of awe: "Is this guy really just a late-stage cultivator of the God Transformation Realm?"

"Really? I don't read much, so don't lie to me."

"Why are they all in the late stage of the God Transformation Realm? How can the gap be so big?"

"I also want to know why? Obviously everyone uses spiritual energy to cultivate, why is he so good?"

……

When everyone said something to me, some people began to question it.

"Speaking of which, is he really not in Nirvana?"

"If this is really a contest of the same realm, it would be too disappointing."

"No, if this is the case, if all the disciples of the Heavenly Emperor Sect are abnormal and meet each other in the future, wouldn't they just have to hide and go away..."

As more and more people questioned, there were also some disciples who were full of thirst for knowledge and looked eagerly at the elders in the sect.

Facing the thirsty eyes of the disciples, the elders of all the sects were also a little confused, and didn't know how to answer for a while.

After Lin Fan was disturbed by everyone, he lost the interest in sleeping in.

Standing up lazily, just as he stroked his sleeves, a figure rushed over.

Li Yi hugged him, jumping up and down suddenly, happily like a child, still muttering:

"Sovereign, it's great that you're fine!"

This guy rubbed his body with tears and snot all over his body, isn't it disgusting!

Lin Fan's face was expressionless, and he looked like a master. If you look carefully, you will find that the corners of his mouth are twitching slightly.

It's really Li Yi, it's too difficult to describe.

In front of all the sects, in order not to extinguish the disciple's enthusiasm for respecting the teacher, he had to endure it.

"Calm down, it's too useless to be scared like this in such a small scene."

Lin Fan shook his sleeves calmly, put his hands behind his back, looking like a master.

His eyes fell on a group of sect masters, and he asked with some doubts: "Which one of you just said that you want to destroy me?"

The representatives of several sects are all old foxes who have been around for thousands of years, and no one wants to be such a young bird.

Hearing this, everyone looked a little embarrassed, but no one said anything.

All eyes were on the fellow daoists beside them, looking back and forth, trying to get others to go out and top the vat.

Seeing that no one responded, Lin Fan sneered and was about to speak.

"Sect Master, you..." Wang Hao suddenly looked at him in horror.

The way the others looked at him also changed, and they backed away for a certain distance with fear on their faces, before stopping.

Lin Fan followed his gaze and looked down, and found that there were several red lines on his neck.

The red thread seems to have life, moving and growing continuously, gradually forming a pattern of chains.

Lin Fan frowned, stretched out his hand to touch it, only to find that not only his neck, but also his own wrist was the same.

At this moment, the mutation protruded.

The silver moon in the sky revealed a strange red light, and the entire area of ​​a hundred miles was shrouded in a misty smog.

The chain composed of red threads suddenly broke free from Lin Fan's skin and grew into a real thing.

Going around his neck, he tied his hands behind his back.

In an instant, Lin Fan was tightly bound into a zongzi, and he didn't even have the strength to resist.

"Sect Master, this is the secret technique of the Evil Moon Sect." Ye Qingxue's pretty face also changed dramatically.

"No, that old thief wants to blow himself up."

Li Yi reacted the fastest.

However, it was still a step too late.

"Little Lin Fan, die."

The voice of the elder of the Xie Yue Sect suddenly sounded.

Lin Fan looked up, and saw a figure surrounded by a mass of red light and shadow, and rushed towards him.

"Bang~"

A violent explosion sounded.

Within a radius of ten miles, the wind was surging, and the birds and beasts scattered.

No one thought that the elders of Xie Yuejiao would be so generous.

Even if he blew himself up, he would be ashamed.

"Is this the power of self-explosion by a strong person in the realm of transforming gods? It's too terrifying."

"No, although I run fast, I still feel a little unstable in my soul."

"Lin Fan is probably dead this time."

"Not everyone can afford the self-destruction of a strong person in the God Transformation Realm. If someone in the same realm suffers such a blow, he will definitely die."