The Demonic Magic Emperor

Alone

Touch it!

With a loud bang, the small courtyard door was kicked open, and Yang Ming rushed in with the thief of Mount Heifeng.

“When I got Huilong Palm, no one from the Luo family stayed!” Yang Ming waved his hand, and the bandits behind him nodded and advanced.

Uh!

A light breeze blew, Zhuo Fan slowly fell down from the roof, blocking their way: "Everyone, this path is unclear, you must return, so as not to lose your life."

Seeing the sudden appearance of someone, the thieves of Mount Heifeng could not help but freeze and stop. Yang Ming took a step forward and looked at Zhuo Fan coldly, his mouth curved with a strange arch: "Are you from the Luo family?"

Zhuo Fan nodded his head and said lightly, "Housekeeper in Xialuo, Zhuo Fan."

“You Zhuofan?” Yang Ming's mouth twitched with a crazy smile, “I never thought I had not found you, so you sent him to your door.”

"Come here, off his head, this young master is rewarded."

"Yes!"

On Yang Ming's orders, someone immediately shouted for a drink. When he stomped his feet, he rushed towards Zhuo Fan like a shell.

Glancing at the man gently, Zhuo Fan could not help but smile under his heart, but was it the strength to gather energy and dare to be the first bird?

With a cry, Zhuo Fan's shot was as fast as lightning, and when the man had just come to him, he had already pinched his neck. Then he used the Heavenly Demon magic trick, Dao Dao Qi suddenly overflowed.

Suddenly, in the frightened eyes of everyone, the thief actually turned into smoke within a few breaths, and even the capital of the corpse did not stay.

Suddenly horrified, Yang Ming could not help but be surprised. Even when he was in the Nether Valley, he was surrounded by magic street lords, and he had never seen such a terrifying killing method. As for the thief, they were even afraid to return.

Even though Zhuo Fan only killed trivial little characters, this horror trick got in the way of everyone.

"This ...this is the best magic skill!"

Yang Ming's eyes flickered, and when he saw Zhuo Fan again, his previous humiliation had disappeared, but instead his face was serious: "What the hell are you, there will never be anyone like you in the Luo family."

With a mischievous smile, Zhuofan touched the beard that was not on his chin, and turned into an old voice: "Sister, that old man is an old liar, don't you remember?"

"It's you?"

Seeing him like this, Yang Ming suddenly reacted, he was the second rank alchemist that Lei Yuting climbed up the mountain. But since he showed up here, then ...

The killing in his eyes flashed, Yang Ming said coldly, "Which two people?"

Zhuo Fan knew who he was talking about, shook his head and smiled, "Are you an idiot, since I came here, the two of them must have brought."

Hearing this, Yang Ming felt nervous. If the old man and Lei Yuting appeared, then the Black Wind Mountain thief behind him would definitely be out of control.

“I'm sorry that I didn't kill you both at once.” Yang Ming narrowed his eyes and released strength from his body. The power of the Forging Bone Realm forced the thieves behind him to rush back three meters away.

Seeing this scene, Zhuo Fan did not panic, shook his head and smiled and smiled: "You will not do it, because you did not see Xiaocui. You can stay on Mount Heifeng for so long, showing that you are a very careful person. You Such a person cannot tolerate any negligence. Without knowing where the girl near Xiao Cui was, how could she kill her master? As for the old man, he would be merciless. "

The disciple shrunk slightly, and Yang Ming could not help but be surprised.

He never imagined that the people in front of him had never seen him, but he could study it thoroughly and fully understand his mentality. It was more than the old men in the Ghost Valley.

How could such a person live with him?

At this moment, the thieves heard his words and became suspicious.

Yang Ming understood that time should not be delayed, otherwise he would be able to dismantle himself on the spot, and the family plan would be completely ruined. So without a word, stepped on it and rushed towards Zhuo Fan.

Although Zhuofan's magic skill really horrified him, he also saw that Zhuofan was only gathering energy, and he could kill him.

Seeing him rushing towards him abruptly, Zhuo Fan seemed to be startled, and retreated anxiously: "You are in the world of bone forging, you came out with all your strength as soon as you appeared, "You are in the world of bone forging, you came out with all your strength as soon as you appeared, don't you want to face it?"

Xie Xie smiled, Yang Ming said loudly, "You think I'm wasting Youquan, can you finally find a chance to sneak to death?"

As soon as those words fell, Yang Ming poked with a single finger, and thunder exploded. It was a low-level martial arts skill from the ancestor of the Lei family.

In the early days of the Bone Forging Realm, Yang Ming had also used the spirit order martial art, which was obviously to kill Zhuo Fan in a single blow.

However, in the face of his ferocious momentum, Zhuo Fan suddenly stopped and stepped back, stretched out his hand, and looked at him easily. Right over the cheeks, there was a strange smile.

Unknowingly, Yang Ming raised a trace of uneasiness in his heart, but still rushed past him without resignation.

At this moment, Zhuo Fan suddenly took a finger, a "gruntle" rang out, and Zhuo Fan's body turned into a yellow light, and he completely wrapped it.

The Waistful One hit the yellow light, and he bounced back with a touch of blood, and could not help but spit out blood.

"What stuff?"

Yang Ming stared at the sudden light in surprise, completely dumbfounded. Just now he had clearly seen that the other party had only used the power of a single finger to shoot him.

How do you fight this?

Didn't the boy gather the atmosphere? Didn't Youquan really hurt her? Why is it so strong all of a sudden?

Zhuo Fan smiled as he watched Yang Ming's astonished eyes, and slowly moved the Yin Jue in his hand: "You are a little stronger than that Youquan, but still the same as trash. And the end of trash .. is death!"

Zhuo Fan's "death" bite was extremely heavy, and endless killing intent was suddenly released in his eyes.

Suddenly, a golden dragon dug out from the ground and flew into the sky, then a roundabout swooped towards Yang Ming. Strong momentum presses down on all knees and knees, and can no longer stand.

Grandma, the family is complaining to me!

Doesn't that mean that this child will just sneak attack, his strength isn't very good, how could there be such a magical power? Once this dragon comes down, everyone here will be destroyed.

This was a power that only Tianxuanjing masters could achieve!

Those Black Wind Mountain thieves regretted that their intestines were all green. Didn't they say that you Ninggu took all the masters away? Why is there another one here? His mother, the Seventh Family family was completely unbelievable.

"Stop!"

However, just as Jinlong was about to descend, a shrill cry suddenly sounded. When the thieves heard it, there was suddenly hope in their hearts, this was the voice of the young miss.

Zhuo Fan snorted nonstop.

However, at this moment, there was a clattering sound, and there were dozens of black chains in the dark clouds. Like a gigantic hand, the dragon was completely entangled in an instant. As soon as the chain was tightened, the chain broke into pieces.

The disciple narrowed slightly, and Zhuo Fan suddenly looked up at the sky.

The black clouds were the support of the three elders in Nether Valley.

“There are still people?” Eyebrows frowned tightly, Zhuo Fan understood that this dark cloud should also be a senior-level master.

"Jin Jie ..."

With a chuckle, a black-robed man suddenly flew in the black clouds and landed in front of Yang Ming. And Lei Yuting also came to Zhuo Fan's side, looking at him sharply, "Have you just stopped you?"

"Everyone standing before Laozi is an enemy. Why should Laozi listen to you?" Zhuo Fan ignored Lei Yuting, but looked at the man in black robes across.

Lei Yuting pursed her lips and snorted.

"Oh, old man Jane asked the old man to take care of Black Wind Mountain. The old man thought it was a leisurely trip, but he didn't think it was necessary." The black robe laughed twice and waved its hand, "Youming, you back Next! "

"No, Elder Yun. I said, I will take Zhuo Fan's head personally for Brother Youquan." Ning Ming looked closely at Zhuo Fan across, coldly.

Slap it!

Without warning, the black-robed man shook his hand and slapped Ghost, flying him straight ten meters away.

"You too?"

The black robe looked at him with disdain, and sneered: "You're not worthy to start with him, or return to the Ghost Valley quickly, the matter here has nothing to do with you."

"Older Yun, you ..."

Youming looked into the eyes of the black robe, completely stunned, it was naked indifference, there was no him in his eyes, which he had never seen before. After all, even in the Ghost Valley, he was one of the best disciples, and no elder looked at him with this kind of gaze.

"Why, why?"

With a cold snort, the black robe disdainfully said: "I used to see the two of you in terms of mind and talent, it is first-class material. But when I saw this boy today, the old man realized that your son is not as good as an ant."

With that said, the black robe turned to Zhuo Fan and smiled, "Son, give you a chance, as long as you are willing to surrender to our ghost valley, our grievances will not be punished. If not ..."

Uh!

The arm of the black-robed man turned around, and a black chain suddenly appeared, tying dozens of Black Wind Mountain thieves behind him, with their hands tightly, they could not shout, they could not shout, and they all turned into fragments.

"If not, just like them."

The rest of the people waited and ran back in fear, and the black robe ignored them, while Lei Yuting looked at the black robe furiously.

Touching his chin, Zhuo Fan laughed and said: "Aren't you Nether Valley relying on Mount Heifeng to advance, how can you kill them?"

“You are very smart, I don't need to understand it.” The black-robed man smiled in a hoarse voice: “Since this matter has been revealed, it is better for us to doubt this than to leave the mouth alive and let them have proof. "

"They? Who're they?" Zhuo Fan raised his eyebrows.

Shaking his head, the black robe said lightly, "If you join us, you'll know."

Unable to help laughing, Zhuo Fan slowly shook his head: "Nether Valley is in my eyes, just like he is in your eyes, ants are not this good."

Zhuo Fan pointed towards Youming, and the meaning of the ridicule could not be said.

After hearing this, the black robe could not help but get angry: "Well, are you afraid of dying?"

Zhuo Fan smiled, "Do you have that skill?"

Hearing this, the black-robed man jumped up suddenly and slammed Zhuo Fan with a palm: "Find death!"

Zhuofan had a knot in his hand, and a yellow light immediately appeared, blocking the palm.

Seeing Zhuo Fan fighting in a black robe, Youming was jealous and resentful. He had once been sent to the Black Wind Mountain as the best disciple to carry out his mission, but now Zhuo Fan's appearance had actually taken him down.

Even the elders left him completely.

“Zhuo Fan, wait for me.” Wiping the tip of his mouth, You Ming turned around and left.

When Lei Yuting saw him, he immediately followed. Soon, both disappeared.

Zhuo Fan noticed all of this while fighting in a black robe through the formation. He shook his head helplessly and sighed, "Ah, stupid girl!"