Chapter 875: Appear together

Chapter 876 appear together

Seeing Zhuo Bufan die Peng Chai, Ji Tianyuan, Yan Gu Ming, Ji Haijing, Yan Chengxue, as well as translators and lawyers were all stunned at the same time.

Unexpectedly, Zhuo Bufan really said that killing is killing, and he killed a local martial arts master, but the opponent has hundreds of warriors in his hands.

It was originally a simple negotiation, but I didn't expect to make things so complicated.

As for the other members, they didn't realize what was going on, and they all fell to the ground.

"Are you the one who obliterated Gongyangzhi?" The black-robed old man of the Ghost and Witch Cult finally reacted.

"What do you mean?"

Zhuo Bufan hit the old man with a golden magic decisively, and instantly knocked the old man out. The opponent fell to the ground, clutching his chest, and a dazzling blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"Where is the main altar of your ghost witch sect?" Zhuo Bufan said with a cold light in his eyes.

"I won't tell you." The old man clutched his chest, his face was pale, but he said very stubbornly.

"If you don't tell me, aren't you afraid that I will extract your soul and use soul search. If this is the case, your soul will not only endure great pain, it may eventually collapse."

Zhuo Bufan said indifferently.

Hearing Zhuo Bufan's words, the old man finally changed his face.

Just when he hesitated, a gust of wind roared from outside, and immediately several superpowers had already approached the hotel.

There is also a strength that even Zhuo Bufan is a little surprised at how powerful it is.

"It seems that I don't need to go to the ghost witches."

Zhuo Bufan frowned slightly.

Similarly, everyone in the hotel felt the sudden drop in temperature, and the outside of the hotel suddenly became dark, and a strange atmosphere enveloped the entire hotel.

Master Feng's face changed slightly, "Could it be that the Witch King is here?"

Ji Tianyuan, Yan Gu Ming, Ji Haiqi, and Yan Chengxue were equally pale as paper, but ordinary people had never seen such a battle.

Zhuo Bufan slapped the ghost witch teaching old man flying out, then turned around and flew outside the door.

The sky outside the hotel is indeed a few old men in black robes suspended, and everyone is surrounded by black mist. Among them, the old man standing in the middle has the strongest aura, faintly the strongest man in the late foundation. The level strength is even a bit higher than that of Zhuo Bufan.

However, the battle relies on not only the level of cultivation, but also the on-the-spot strain, various spells, magical powers, magic weapons, and other comprehensive things.

Therefore, Zhuo Bufan is not the opponent's opponent.

"You are Zhuo Bufan?"

Standing at the forefront, the strongest old man said, his voice was vast, as if he had gone through the vicissitudes of life, with an indescribable feeling.

The opponent's skin was as dry as tree bark, and his eyes glowed with green light, and his body showed a powerful force, which was awe-inspiring.

In the sky above these people, black clouds are condensed, as if the end is coming.

The people in the whole town were scared to flee for a long time, and some even knelt down on the ground and worshipped them as gods.

"You are the Witch King?" Zhuo Bufan looked at each other, his expression unchanged.

"Thinking that you could come out of the death forest?" The Witch King looked at Zhuo Bufan, with a trace of greed on his face.

He has been coveting the treasures in the death forest for a long time, but he has tried to approach the valley. A valley will be oppressed by an invisible restriction. Therefore, he dare not enter the valley, even if it is his subordinates. After entering the valley, no one can come back.

However, it is rumored that there are treasures hidden in the death forest, Zhuo Bufan can safely come out of the death forest, maybe he has already obtained the treasures inside.

Thinking of this, the gazes of the Witch King and the elders around him couldn't help but become a little hotter.

"Zhuo Bufan, hand over the treasures you got in the death forest, otherwise, let you die here today." An old man shrouded in black robe said gloomily.

"Let me die here? I haven't gone to you to settle the account, but you dare to come to me."

As Zhuo Bufan said, he drew out the Ice Emperor Rain Sword, a light blue brilliance gleamed above the long front, with a trace of the chill of the bones of a Bianstone.

The Witch King and several elders changed their faces at the same time. As magic spellers, they could naturally feel the huge power and threat hidden in the Ice Emperor Rain Sword.

"Is this a ninth-rank magic weapon?" Someone showed surprise.

"No, this should be a treasure." The Witch King said, the color of greed in his eyes thickened.

There is only one treasure in their entire witch cult, and it cannot be used easily, but Zhuo Bufan actually has a treasure now. If he obtains this treasure, he might be able to bring their witch cult's strength to a higher level. , You can even return to Lan Country.

Zhuo Bufan didn't give them any time to be surprised, he slashed with his sword abruptly, and a silver light curtain descended from the sky and slashed towards an elder.

The old man's complexion changed suddenly, and the black mist on his body formed a shield in front of him. He immediately pinched a few more discoveries, sacrificed a small flag, and sprayed a black breath on the flag.

The flag spins quickly in the air, and immediately becomes a three-foot-long flag, blocking it in front of him.

But at the same time, Zhuo Bufan's sword light had already been cut, and the black mist formed a shield instantly, and the elder's face changed suddenly.

But Jianmang's speed didn't seem to slow down the slightest, he directly chopped the flag behind in two, the elder hadn't reacted yet, and the whole person had been chopped into two.

At the same time, the soul of that elder was also killed.

One sword destroys the opponent's soul!

The other elders and the Witch King suddenly showed solemn expressions on their faces.

"Being able to walk out of the death forest, really can't be underestimated." The Witch King's face showed a solemn expression.

But Ji Tianyuan, Yan Guming and others in the hotel were already dumbfounded. They saw Zhuo Bufan and the others floating in the air, like a god, and they often split a sword light, bright as a flower.

The other elders sacrificed the treasures in their hands one after another, all kinds of defense methods quickly pinched, for fear that Zhuo Bufan's next sword would be to slash himself.

"Witch King, Zhuo Bufan still has many treasures in his body. If he can be destroyed, it will be of great benefit to the witchcraft."

Suddenly, beside the Witch King, a vague figure suddenly appeared, standing beside the Witch King, and said respectfully.

Zhuo Bufan looked at that figure, it was the soul of the old leader of the Black Sorcerer who ran away from him last time, and he was right to guess. The other party was indeed the one who came to Uganda to take refuge in the ghosts and witches.

The Witch King originally hesitated, after all, killing one thousand enemies would hurt him eight hundred, not to mention that he had reached his level, and he was unwilling to take risks with his body, which would most likely break his cultivation path.