"Didn't you tell me to kneel down and say that I am a Saint of Killer, then cut myself off to practice cultivation, and beg for your forgiveness?" Ye Fan's voice was cold, and he pointed forward like a sword.

"Ah..." Lan Feng screamed miserably, and his body broke apart inch by inch, turning into bone fragments and blood mist, which finally spread to his head. His soul quickly rushed out of the Tianling Cap, and his body turned into a ball of mud.

call out!

A sword light flew out from the tip of Ye Fan's finger, nailing the villain transformed into the soul into the void, killing him completely.

Ye Fan is like an immortal divine furnace, emitting monstrous golden divine energy. He stands tall in the heaven and earth, and is more terrifying than the gods.

The middle-aged Taoist nun and the remaining two people were so frightened that their bodies convulsed. At this moment, all dignity and the most powerful test became nothingness.

Ye Fan pointed like a sword, with great power, and was about to end the lives of three people. Suddenly, five figures fell down, blocking the front, and Lord Junwei appeared.

"Brother Dao, please be merciful. Can you spare their lives?" he said seriously.

"No!" Ye Fan shook his head and refused decisively.

"Do you think you are so powerful that you dare to refuse even Lord Junwei?!" A person next to you said coldly.

Ye Fan glanced at him coldly, ignored him, and pointed like a sword at the middle-aged Taoist nuns in front of him.

On Monday, please give me a recommendation vote. At the same time, I also ask all brothers and sisters to vote for a monthly vote to support me, if you have any.

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Chapter completed!