Chapter 645: Avatar

Chapter 646: Incarnation outside the body

"Do you dare..." The high priest glared in anger. He didn't expect Zhuo Bufan to make a bold move, but the young master of their Black Sorcerer Cult was directly beaten into the air.

"Why don't you dare?" Zhuo Bufan said, his figure flickered, and then pulled out an illusory shadow on the spot, and slammed it towards the Young Sect Master.

The Young Sect Master hadn't reacted yet, the whole person flew upside down again, a transparent punch hole was punched in his chest, and he looked at Zhuo Bufan with wide eyes, his eyes full of anger.

The Black Witch Sect is rampant in the southwestern region. As the Young Sovereign, his status and status are very high. He has never encountered such a thing, and he dared to kill him if he didn't agree with him. What surprised him was that Zhuo Bufan was too strong. .

"what."

Zhuo Bufan stopped, frowned, looked at the transparent fist hole in Young Sect Master’s chest, his eyes could see the back through the front, but there was not a drop of blood flowing out, only a cloud of black mist lingered in it, and immediately with naked eyes Visible speed recovery.

"Do you dare to kill me?" Young Sect Master's face was cold, with a touch of anger and gloom in his eyes.

"Incarnation outside?" Zhuo Bufan was slightly surprised. The incarnation outside of the body is the magical power that the great monk of the transformation stage has. There are thousands of incarnations. How can the power of the transformation stage appear on the blue star? This is completely Is impossible.

After a careful glance with his spiritual sense, Zhuo Bufan finally understood what was going on. The Young Sect Master in front of him was not really the Young Sect Master at all, but just a body refined with evil spirits. Controlled by divine consciousness, set foot on the mundane for the true Young Sect Master to handle things.

No wonder that a punch through his body can be repaired immediately, it should be some kind of secret technique of the Black Witch Cult.

It's just that there is a difference between this secret technique and the magical power of the **** transformation stage by tens of thousands of miles. It just controls a certain body with the gods, and can't exert relative strength at all.

Young Sect Master stared at Zhuo Bufan, with a cold expression: "If you surrender to me now, I will spare you, otherwise, don't blame us Black Witch Cult for chasing you."

Zhuo Bufan sneered and punched out again. The sound of the punch exploded, directly punching out seven or eight holes in the body of the young master.

"I said, you can't kill me like this." There was no change in Young Sect Master's face. The transparent punch hole punched out on his body had begun to heal slowly under the repair of the black mist.

Everyone looked at the scene in front of them in surprise, no matter how many fists Zhuo Bufan hits on Young Sect Master's body, the opponent could heal quickly.

"Can't such a person be beaten to death?" Tan Yong's eyes widened, showing a look of surprise. If he can't be beaten, how can he beat him?

Elder Bai Witch Liao and Liao Wen both lost their face when they saw the Black Witch Cult. The Black Witch Cult practiced poison, curse, and all kinds of powerful spiritism, and has always been hostile to the White Witch.

"Is this the undead soul technique of the Black Witch Cult?" Elder Liao was very knowledgeable, and he could tell the problem with the Young Master at a glance.

This is a forbidden technique. How dare the Black Witch Cult practice practice?

This kind of spiritism must kill ninety-nine people, including 49 women and 51 men. It is spiritism that is piled up with blood.

At this time, the high priest, Hou Dongjun, and He Hongmiao had already reacted, holding various killing spells and attacking Zhuo Bufan, lightning, flames, curses, and wind blades all came together.

Young Sect Master's eyes were red, and his whole body was entangled in black mist. "No one has ever dared to do anything against me. Today I will kill you and use your blood to practice my spiritism."

With that, the black mist on Young Sect Master's body turned into small snakes, and dozens of black mist snakes were swallowing snake letters, and their pupils stared at Zhuo Bufan with a slight red light, with a bloodthirsty smell.

Hou Dongjun, the high priest, He Hongmiao and a Young Sovereign took action against Zhuo Bufan at the same time. Even Tan Songtao and Xiao Nai were a little nervous. No matter how powerful Zhuo Bufan was, could he resist these people joining together?

"Withered light."

The wooden staff in the hands of the high priest emits a greenish light, and Zhuo Bufan suddenly feels that his whole body has become extremely heavy like lead-filled. It is more powerful than He Hongmiao's spell, and not only that, but even the power in his body seems to be affected. Imprisoned for a few minutes.

The various spells of He Hongmiao and Hou Dongjun were even more like no money. They followed one after another. Various spells flashed continuously. Tan Songtao stood aside, not knowing whether he should shoot or not. He really offended the Black Witch Cult. Bringing the entire Tan family a catastrophe.

Zhuo Bufan's eyes were shining with brilliance, his fist was squeezed, and his figure shook suddenly, and he instantly came to the high priest's, and hit the high priest's chest with a fist. Even if he was consecrated, Zhuo Bufan's speed and strength still exceeded The imagination of the high priest.

With a look of horror in the high priest's eyes, the whole person had already flew out, a wooden sign on his chest cracked open with a crack, and his face flushed.

If it weren't for the wooden sign he refined on his chest to resist, Zhuo Bufan would probably kill him with this punch.

Immediately, Zhuo Bufan continued to squeeze his fists, like a humanoid machine. He pulled out phantoms, wandering around the field, and punched He Hongmiao again. He Hongmiao didn’t even pinch the last magic in his hands. , Lowered his head and saw a fist penetrated his chest.

He Hongmiao had already lost the magic weapon to protect his body. He was severely injured by Zhuo Bufan just now and became the end of the crossbow. Moreover, the magician mainly cultivates spiritual magic, and his body is like ordinary dark warriors, how can he withstand Zhuo Bufan's fist.

"I... don't want to die..."

He Hongmiao's eyes were panicked, a faint sound was made in his mouth, and then he fell to the ground.

He Qiang and He Family and the others were dumbfounded. The most powerful magician in their family, the elder of the family, was killed by Zhuo Bufan with a single blow.

Even if Zhuo Bufan was defeated here today, their He family did not have the magicians of the foundation-building period suppressed, and sooner or later they would be suppressed and perished by other forces.

"Elder He?" Hou Dongjun saw this scene, his eyes reddened, and the feeling of sorrow of rabbit death and fox came to life. He accelerated his hand movement, consuming his blood and violently spraying out a huge flame from his palm, as if he was about to burn Zhuo Bufan.

"Is it up to you?" Zhuo Bufan punched out, and suddenly a golden fist imprinted the flames into a channel. Zhuo Bufan's figure disappeared in place, and he was already in front of Hou Dongjun.

As for the black snakes that turned into black mist on Young Sect Master’s body, wherever they passed, all the vegetation was corroded by sulfuric acid and turned yellow, but because Zhuo Bufan moved too fast, the black snakes attacked at all. Not reach the goal.

The Young Sect Master frowned tightly, constantly urging the black mist on his body and strengthening the black snake on his body.

Hou Dongjun hadn't reacted yet, Zhuo Bufan arrived, his palm stuck his neck, twisted hard, Hou Dongjun's mouth overflowed with a ray of blood, death!