Chapter 780 You Are Not Worth It

"This is where?"

When night fell, a blood-stained figure slowly climbed up from a weedy grass, surrounded by an unpleasant stench and blood, which made him cough dryly and occasionally vomit out some debris.

The cold moonlight shone down gently, reflecting on his weak face, but it was undoubtedly Zhao Dezhu.

He patted his head fiercely, Zhao Dezhu pondered for a while, and thought about it carefully, and finally remembered that he was ordered by his teacher to come to kill Zhuo Fan, the devil. But this Zhuo Fan was so powerful that a group of people couldn't take him down. In the end, his powerful Red Dragon King flicked his tail, and immediately shocked many people to death. wake up.

It's just that he still doesn't know whether that kid Zhuo Fan has been killed now!

Slowly raising his head, Zhao Dezhu looked at the moonlight above his head, and sighed uncontrollably: "Oh, it's already late at night, I think that kid has been taken down, but I don't know how my sect was injured?"

Just as he thought about it, God seemed to be answering his question. The cold moonlight shone down and gradually illuminated his surroundings, but the ground was full of corpses and blood flowed into rivers.

And the place where he was just now was in a river of blood...

"This...the damage is so much..." His pupils couldn't help shrinking, Zhao Dezhu looked around, and there were already hundreds of corpses in his area alone, and some even had broken hands and feet, not all corpses, dead bodies. The state is terrifying, and there is absolutely no possibility of turning around!

He couldn't help shaking his body, but Zhao Dezhu was completely stunned, and muttered to himself, "What should I do, what should I do... I can't take the responsibility for such a big injury..."

boom!

However, before he could finish his words, a loud bang sounded again not far away, and the strong wind blew through, making his face hurt.

He couldn't help but be startled, Zhao Dezhu hurriedly stepped on his feet and flew towards there, and soon saw the fire blazing into the sky and the sound of killing everywhere.

The Heaven and Earth Justice Sect also had a hundred cultivators who gathered there pantingly, staring fiercely at the person in front of them, with shock and fear in their eyes, but more deep hatred and endless terror.

In front of the crowd, there were three elders. At this time, their beards were shaking, their clothes were broken, and the spirit soldiers in their hands were trembling slightly.

"No... no way, haven't you taken him yet?"

His eyelids couldn't help but tremble, Zhao Dezhu was apprehensive, hurriedly stepped forward, flew forward, squeezed through the crowd, and finally came to the front. But the scene that caught his eye made him terrified, and an invisible anger erupted immediately.

I saw that at this moment, in front of everyone, there was still the giant dragon. Although it was broken, its scales and armor were shattered, and its spiritual energy was exposed. Still waving a tail sideways, looking at everyone aggressively, the firmness in his eyes, like Zhuo Fan, is not afraid of life and death!

In front of it, stood a blood-soaked man, holding a magic sword in his hand, his hair was disheveled, his face was bloodstained, his eyes were emitting a faint death glow, and his face was expressionless. There are one hundred and eight blood holes in his body, and blood lays out incessantly, and even some blood holes have dried up. But even so, the man stood up straight, his eyes fixed on the movements of everyone in front of him, although his divine light could no longer be seen in his pupils!

Snapped!

With a light sound, an elder moved slightly, and the man immediately felt like a conditional launch, his body shook, and the long sword in his hand pointed at him, and he hurriedly shrank back in shock.

His brows were deeply wrinkled, and the elder looked at others and said with difficulty: "Is this Zhuo Fan really human? We have already destroyed his body into this appearance, and his internal organs should have been shattered long ago, but he He still killed one of our elders. At this point, three or four hundred cultivators and five soul-melting elders have died at his hands, but he has also suffered heavy damage to his soul and body. It is really unimaginable. , he can really live now. Does he really have to wait for the day when his soul is shattered before he will die?"

"Yeah, this kid is just too difficult to deal with, is he really a god?"

His face couldn't help twitching, another elder was breathing heavily, blood was pouring all over his body, staring at Zhuo Fan, and also said with a hard face: "But if we want to break his soul again, it is estimated that We're ready to wipe out the entire army. Don't look at his dying appearance, but the old man can feel that this guy is an undead zombie, and we have to pay a huge price for him to die. Alas, I thought this was an undead zombie. The second mission is a leisurely errand, I didn’t expect it to be so difficult!”

When the other two heard it, they nodded again and again, expressing their agreement: "Yes!"

"what?"

However, when the three were discussing, a loud shout suddenly sounded. Everyone was stunned and turned to look, only to see that Zhao Dezhu walked towards the three of them with a stunned expression, mumbling in his mouth. He murmured: "Three elders, what did you say? How much did we lose this time? Four hundred Void Transformation Realm, and five Soul Melting Realm elders?"

The brows trembled, the three of them looked at each other, all sighed and nodded slightly.

The body was shocked, Zhao Dezhu stiffened, turned around, looked at Zhuo Fan, who had no divine light in his eyes, took a few breaths, and shouted angrily: "Zhuo Fan, what are you doing? Not dead yet? Do you know that this mission is my petition to the sect, and the loss is so great, how do you ask me to explain to the sect?"

Zhao Dezhu's roar sounded in everyone's ears, but Zhuo Fan, as if he hadn't heard it, just stood there fixedly, with a cold light in his eyes.

"Five hundred transforming virtual powerhouses, the eight elders, were dispatched

I fought here for a day and a night with a cultivator who didn't reach the Void Transformation Realm, but I didn't even win, and I lost most of my troops, even the elders lost five! "

Zhao Dezhu seemed to have been hit by this fact, his fragile mind, and he lost control. He roared madly: "The five hundred battle strength of the Heaven and Earth Justice Sect was stopped here by you alone, unable to move an inch, one day and one night. Zhuo Fan, Who are you, why don't you die? Lao Tzu's future, Lao Tzu's fortune and life will all be destroyed in your hands!"

There was no echo, and Zhuo Fan just stood there fixedly.

Everyone watched coldly. From time to time, someone pondered for a while, looked at Zhao Dezhu and reminded: "Senior brother, you are wrong, not one day and one night, but three days and three nights!"

"what?"

Unable to bear the shock, Zhao Dezhu immediately sat down on the ground, completely stunned: "I was in a coma for three days and three nights? This kid stopped you for three days and three nights?"

His cheeks turned red, and when the three remaining elders heard it, they lowered their heads in embarrassment. So many people, three days and three nights can't take down a kid who can't reach the Void Transformation Realm, it's really a shame!

But at this moment, Zhuo Fan, who hadn't spoken for a long time, suddenly let out a stiff chuckle: "Hehehe... It turns out that it's been three days and three nights. In this way, you shouldn't be able to catch up with her. now..."

The voice just fell, but with a thud, Zhuo Fan fell with the magic sword, and the huge dragon soul also closed his eyes slightly and slowly disappeared.

Only the long sword slammed into Zhuo Fan's body and disappeared!

I can't help but be taken aback, everyone, you look at me, and I look at you, all of which are unclear. How could this man who no one could knock down for three days and three nights fell down in an instant?

Zhao Dezhu couldn't help but be stunned. At this time, an elder came to Zhuo Fan, probed his body, nodded clearly, and sighed: "So, he is already dead!"

"What, he's dead?" Unable to help, Zhao Dezhu exclaimed, "But he was..."

Shaking his head helplessly, the elder said quietly, "That was his breath. In order to stop us from catching up with those women, with this breath, he was with us for three days and three nights. In fact, he It is estimated that his physical body has long since died, and only a breath of divine soul remains."

"It's no wonder that there are 108 wounds on his body, all of them fatal, but he still stands up to this day. It turns out that he is already a walking dead!"

Taking a deep breath, another elder stared closely at Zhuo Fan's body and nodded slightly: "As soon as a normal person's body is destroyed, his spirit is gone, and he can no longer use his body. But he actually used his body in one breath. Now, his will is so powerful that he can be criticized for that, even though he is a demon, he is truly a hero!"

"It's more than incredible, it's simply a monster!"

There was a flash of light in his eyes, and the third elder slowly stepped forward and looked at Zhuo Fan on the ground, with naked killing intent in his eyes: "Don't forget, he was suffering heavy damage from his soul while controlling this. It took us three days and three nights to spend three days and three nights with us. Even a heroic character can at most control his body while holding his breath. Who has ever seen his soul and his corpse control together? If such a character is alive, Come here, it's too dangerous!"

Unconsciously, the three elders looked at each other and nodded slightly, then their eyes flashed, and they said in unison: "Kill!"

As soon as the words fell, the three raised their arms and smashed straight at the corpse of Zhuo Fan who could no longer move. They are masters of soul fusion. With this smash, they immediately penetrate the body and wipe out the last trace of the soul that temporarily parasitized in this body!

However, at this moment, a mutation suddenly occurred, but when they saw a golden light passing in front of the three of them, with three loud bangs, the three of them were kicked upside down and flew out until they stopped. , when he raised his head and looked forward, he saw that it was a young man in a golden cloak.

"Ye Lian, why are you?"

His pupils couldn't help shrinking, Zhao Dezhu couldn't help but turn pale in shock and shouted.

Without looking at him at all, Ye Lin just bent down and took a deep look at Zhuo Fan who was underground, then slowly leaned over and carried him on his shoulders.

When the three elders saw it, they couldn't help but shouted, "What are you doing, put people down!"

"Hmph, do you want to kill him?"

Unconsciously chuckling, Ye Lin pouted with disdain, looked at the three of them, showing contempt: "You... are not worthy!"