Chapter 876 Appears Together
Seeing Zhuo Bufan kill Peng Cai, Ji Tianyuan, Yan Guming, Ji Haiyu, Yan Chengxue, translators and lawyers were all stunned at the same time.
Unexpectedly, Zhuo Bufan really said that to kill is to kill, and what he killed was a local warlord, who had a team of thousands of people and various weapons in his hands.
It was originally a simple negotiation, but I didn't expect it to be so complicated.
As for the other soldiers, they all fell to the ground without realizing what was going on.
"Are you the one who killed Gongyangzhi?" The black-robed old man of the Ghost Witch Cult finally came to his senses.
"What do you say?"
Zhuo Bufan hit the old man with a golden spell, instantly knocked the old man away, and the old man fell to the ground, clutching his chest, with a glaring trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.
"Where is the main altar of your Ghost Witch Cult?" Zhuo Bufan asked with a cold light in his eyes.
"I won't tell you." The old man held his chest, his face was pale, but he said extremely stubbornly.
"If you don't tell me, aren't you afraid that I will take your soul out and use the soul search technique? If this is the case, your soul will not only endure great pain, but may also collapse in the end."
Zhuo Bufan said indifferently.
Hearing Zhuo Bufan's words, the old man's face finally changed color.
Just as he was hesitating, suddenly there was a gust of wind whistling outside, and immediately several superpowers approached the hotel.
Among them is a strength that even Zhuo Bufan was a little surprised at its strength.
"Looks like I don't need to go find someone from the Ghost Witch Cult."
Zhuo Bufan frowned slightly.
Similarly, everyone in the hotel also felt the sudden drop in temperature, and it suddenly became dark outside the hotel, and a strange atmosphere enveloped the entire hotel.
Master Feng's expression changed slightly, "Could it be that the Witch King is here?"
Ji Tianyuan, Yan Guming, Ji Haiyu, and Yan Chengxue were also pale as paper, ordinary people had never seen such a formation.
Zhuo Bufan slapped the old man of Ghost Witch Cult flying away, then turned around and flew towards the door.
As expected, there were several old men in black robes floating in the sky outside the hotel. Everyone was covered with black mist. Among them, the old man standing in the middle was the most powerful. Those whose level strength is even slightly higher than Zhuo Bufan.
However, fighting depends not only on the level of cultivation, but also on-the-spot response, various spells, supernatural powers, magic weapons and other comprehensive things.
Therefore, it is not necessarily that Zhuo Bufan is not the opponent of the opponent.
"You are Zhuo Bufan?"
Standing at the forefront, the most powerful old man spoke, his voice was hazy, as if he had gone through vicissitudes, with an indescribable feeling.
The other party's skin was as dry as bark, with green light in his eyes, showing a powerful force all over his body, which made people awe-inspiring.
And in the sky above these people, there are patches of black clouds, like the end of the world.
The people in the whole small town had long been scared and fled in all directions. Some people even knelt down on the ground, worshiped them, and regarded these people as gods.
"You are the Witch King?" Zhuo Bufan looked at the other party without changing his expression.
"Thinking that you can come out of the death forest?" The Witch King looked at Zhuo Bufan with a hint of greed on his face.
He has been coveting the treasures in the death forest for a long time, but he once approached my valley in his official career, and a valley will be oppressed by an invisible restriction, so if he dares not enter the valley, even if it is the subordinate he sent , 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 get out of the death forest safely, maybe he has obtained the treasure inside.
Thinking of this, the gazes of the Witch King and the elders around him couldn't help becoming a little hotter.
"Zhuo Bufan, hand over the treasure you got in the Death Forest, otherwise, I will let you die here today." An old man shrouded in a black robe said grimly.
"Let me die here? I haven't gone to you to settle accounts, but you dare to come to me."
As Zhuo Bufan said, he drew out the Ice Emperor Rain Sword, and the light blue radiance shone on the long front, exuding a bit of bone-piercing chill.
The faces of the Witch King and several elders changed slightly at the same time. As spellcasters, they could naturally feel the huge power and threat hidden in the Ice Emperor Rain Sword.
"Is this a ninth-grade magic weapon?" Someone showed surprise.
"No, this should be a treasure." The Witch King said, the greed in his eyes became more intense.
There is only one treasure in their entire shamanism, and it cannot be easily used, but Zhuo Bufan actually has a treasure now, if they get this treasure, it might bring their shamanism to a higher level , and even return to the Dragon Country.
Zhuo Bufan didn't give them time to be surprised, he raised his sword and slashed down, a silver light curtain descended from the sky, and slashed towards an elder.
The old man's face changed suddenly, and the black mist on his body formed a shield, blocking his front. He immediately made a few more discoveries, raised a small flag, and spit out a mouthful of black air on the flag.
The flag spun quickly in the air, and immediately turned into a three-foot-long flag, blocking in front of him.
But at the same time, Zhuo Bufan's sword light had already struck, and the black mist formed a shield in an instant, and the elder's face changed suddenly.
But Jianmang's speed didn't seem to slow down in the slightest, and it directly cut a flag behind into two pieces. Before the elder could react, his whole body had already been cut into two pieces.
At the same time, the spirit of the elder was also killed.
One sword is to destroy the opponent's soul!
The other elders and the Witch King suddenly showed serious expressions on their faces.
"Being able to walk out of the death forest is really not to be underestimated." The sorcerer's face showed a solemn expression.
But Ji Tianyuan, Yan Guming and the others in the hotel were already stunned, seeing Zhuo Bufan and others floating in the air, like gods, slashing out a sword light at every turn, shining like a flower.
The other elders sacrificed the treasures in their hands one after another, and moved all kinds of defensive techniques quickly, for fear that Zhuo Bufan's next sword would strike at him.
"Witch King, Zhuo Bufan still has many treasures on him, if he can be killed, it will be of great benefit to the Witch Cult."
Suddenly, beside the Witch King, a blurry figure suddenly loomed, stood beside the Witch King, and said respectfully.
Zhuo Bufan looked at that figure, it was the soul of the old leader of the Black Witch Cult who escaped from him last time, he was right as he guessed, the other person was indeed a person who went to Burma to join the ghost witch. The Witch King was a little hesitant at first, after all, he would lose eight hundred by killing one thousand enemies, not to mention that he had reached his level, and he was unwilling to take risks with his own body, which would most likely cut off his way of cultivation.