Chapter 695 Angry Di Jinghong

"Haha, after I kill you, all your belongings will still be mine. Why should I keep you as a hidden danger?"

With a chuckle, Wu Fan remained unmoved by the man's begging for mercy. He kept charging forward and was within five feet of him in the blink of an eye.

"Okay, if that's the case, then let's die together!"

When the man surnamed Yang heard this, his eyes flashed with a stern look. He suddenly threw the jade flute in his hand, bit the tip of his tongue, and a mouthful of blood spurted towards the jade flute. The faint blood quickly seeped into the jade flute.

As the man's hands continued to play spells, and as the sound of the spell came out, the jade flute in front of him suddenly trembled, and a chaotic and majestic spiritual power suddenly emanated from the jade flute.

It was obvious that this person was going to go all out to detonate his natal magic weapon.

As long as this thing really happens, it is obvious that everything within a few miles will be razed to the ground, and even if Wu Fan has the "Heavenly Demon Tyrant Body Technique" and a tortoise shell shield to protect himself, he may not be able to escape unscathed.

But at this critical moment, a sweet laugh came out.

"Hehe, boy, my aunt is still here. Do you look down on me too much?"

As soon as these words came out, the man named Yang's expression suddenly changed, and he subconsciously turned his head to look behind him.

It didn't matter. It was as if he had been cast a restraining spell. The incantation in his mouth suddenly stopped, and even the hands making the seals were inevitably fixed in the air.

Opposite this person, Ling'er was watching him closely with red eyes, obviously she had been lying in wait for a long time.

The jade flute in the air also became stable due to the loss of consciousness of the man named Yang, and the chaotic spiritual power fluctuations on it also gradually became stable.

Seizing the opportunity, Wu Fan suddenly swung the sky-shaking hammer in his hand and instantly hit the man named Yang.

There was a soft "bang" sound, and the red and white objects collapsed everywhere, and the man named Yang also collapsed on the ground. At this time, he had turned into a headless corpse, and he could no longer die.

"Hehe, Master, I took action in time, right?"

Ling'er glanced at the corpse on the ground with disgust, then quickly ran towards Wu Fan, smiling as if he was taking credit.

"Well, it's okay, but can you be earlier next time? It was too suspense just now. If it's a step later, we may be in trouble!"

Wu Fan couldn't help but roll his eyes at Ling'er, obviously a little dissatisfied.

"Master, how can you blame me for this? You also know that the Heavenly Ghost Qi Condensation Technique I have practiced is not yet mature, so I can only sneak attack when the person is unprepared. Otherwise, I am afraid that the person will discover it in advance. "

After Ling'er heard the master's reproachful words, she immediately began to quibble, looking like she had been wronged.

"It's so unreasonable. Why, can't you use your innate magical power without a sneak attack?"

Seeing that Ling'er still dared to quibble, Wu Fan couldn't help but roll his eyes at him again, so after muttering softly, he walked straight towards the corpse.

"I, I, wasn't I afraid that that person would be on guard? Such a sneak attack is so sure. If this person is just a mid-term monk, then why should I be sneaky?"

Ling'er felt a little ashamed of his master's trouble, but for the sake of face, he continued to quibble.

"Okay, everything you said is right, right? We don't have time to delay here, so hurry up and leave here with me."

After Wu Fan put away the storage bag on the corpse, he threw it casually, and a fireball immediately flew out, quickly burning the corpse to ashes. Then he looked up and urged Ling'er.

At the same time, the puppet in the distance also came back, but in its hands, it was holding the corpse of a monster beast. Judging from its appearance, it was the spirit beast that looked like a rat and a mink.

Wu Fan glanced at it with an indifferent expression, and then burned the monster into ashes with a fire. He put away the puppets, diamond rings and other objects, raised his legs and walked away.

"What I said is actually the truth!"

Ling'er glanced at Wu Fan, murmured softly, and followed closely behind, but she could hardly hear what it said.

……………

...an hour later!

In the distance, more than twenty figures were seen running towards this side at great speed. In just a few breaths, these people rushed into the courtyard.

And these people are none other than Di Jinghong and others from Wanjian Sect.

"Brother Di, what's going on? Where are Brother Xiahou and the others? And why is Brother Yang missing?"

The burly middle-aged man glanced at the courtyard, couldn't help but frown, and turned around to ask.

"It seems that our previous guess was wrong. Junior Brother Xiahou and the others did not come at all. As for Brother Yang, alas! I'm afraid something has happened!"

Di Jinghong looked around and then fixed his gaze on the ground, where the man surnamed Yang died.

As his eyes swayed, his expression gradually dimmed, and at the same time there was a look of anger in his eyes. His fists clenched loudly, and he was obviously on the verge of rage.

When the burly man named Shi saw this, he looked at the ground. After a brief reaction, his expression also became ugly.

"Damn, you really deserve to die. Could it be the work of Ghost Spirit Sect, Blood Demon Palace and others?"

The man surnamed Shi suddenly shouted angrily, and then quickly walked to the ground and sensed it carefully again, obviously wanting to confirm.

However, it only took him two breaths to determine that the faint blood stains left here were indeed left by the man named Yang.

Judging from the traces of the fight here, as Di Jinghong said, the man surnamed Yang may have really been in trouble.

"I'm not sure, I didn't sense the aura of those people, but it's also possible that those people have been away for too long and the aura has dissipated, but in any case, something has indeed happened to Brother Yang!"

Di Jinghong couldn't help but shook his head and sighed, with a hint of regret in his eyes. He obviously believed that Brother Yang's death was directly related to him.

"Brother Di, don't think too much. This matter has nothing to do with you. Brother Yang also came here on his own orders at that time. Besides, we didn't think so much before. Otherwise, how could we let him come and take risks alone!"

The man surnamed Shi seemed to know Di Jinghong's thoughts, so he offered words of comfort.

"This is indeed the case, but I can't escape the relationship. But now that it is like this, we can only accept it. I just don't know who the person who killed Brother Yang is, and why he arranged the "Six Rays of Thunder Sword Formation" of our Wanjian Sect. "In addition, where are Junior Brother Xiahou and the others now? Could it be possible that they had an accident like Brother Yang?"

After hearing this, Di Jinghong's expression finally softened a bit, but he asked again with a puzzled look on his face.

"Alas...! This matter is full of weirdness. If the person who killed Brother Yang is really the Guilingmen and others, then there is no need for them to escape from this place. They can wait for us to come over and throw themselves into the trap. But now it seems that this matter It doesn’t seem like they did it.”

"But I don't understand who has such great ability. He can actually kill Brother Xiahou and others, and he can also learn the "Six Rays of Thunder Sword Formation". But I think this person must be extremely powerful. In this secret realm, besides Jiang Zeyang, I really can’t think of anyone else who can do this!”

The man surnamed Shi's eyes swayed as he spoke slowly, but it was obvious that he was just guessing.