The Divine Art of Startling Dragons was a very powerful skill, but he didn't have enough points to learn it. If he knew this would happen, he wouldn't have used it to improve the Transformation into God Swordsmanship. Thinking about it, he regretted it.
At this moment, the head of the black cloud was still following closely behind him, whistling through the air as it chased after him.
Lin Fan didn't think too much about it. He put the skillset into his storage ring and rushed into the distance.
Thinking about it now, he felt a little helpless. Ever since he left the sect, the enemies he met were either pitifully weak or terrifyingly strong.
The guy with the skull mask was very strong. He was at least in the Earth Star Border Stage Nine. He might even be an expert in the Heaven Star Border Realm.
Suddenly!
The void behind him seemed to have been torn apart by someone as a black cloud rolled over. The black cloud head that had been following him seemed to have found a home as it flew towards the black cloud.
Lin Fan was shocked. I didn't expect it to come so quickly. This speed is too terrifying. He then stopped running. Since I can't run, why waste my energy?
Am I a cat chasing a mouse? I'm not a mouse.
"Ah! I want you dead, I want you dead! "An enraged and resentful voice came from the black cloud.
The voice came from the man in gray. At this time, the man in gray was in a terrible state. Half of his body was badly mutilated. If it wasn't for the powerful energy protecting him, he would have been dead.
As for the grey-robed man, he didn't think that he would be so miserable. He had just picked up the item in Jian Wuchen's hand to study it, but who would have thought that this exquisite item would suddenly erupt with a powerful force, directly destroying his astral energy and destroying half of his body. If it wasn't for Lord Ming protecting his life force, he would have died by now.
And at this moment, he blamed it all on Lin Fan. That was because Lin Fan was the one who threw that thing out.
"Haha, run, why don't you run? In front of Lord Ming, you're just an ant. You're just a dying struggle. " Above the black cloud, the man in gray roared angrily. He looked at Lin Fan with monstrous hatred. He couldn't wait to torture Lin Fan to death and let him feel the pain he was suffering now.
"The pain I've suffered, I'll return it to you a hundred times over! I'll let you have a taste of what it's like to wish you were dead …"
But at this moment, the grey-robed man's throat seemed to be blocked by someone, and he couldn't even spit out the last word.
"You're really annoying. Although the Divine Religion still needs you, you're not irreplaceable." Ming You grabbed the gray-robed man's neck with one hand and directly lifted him in front of him. "What a waste. What's the use of protecting your life?"
The grey-robed man's face revealed a look of fear, "Lord Ming, spare me, spare me …"
"Ah!"
A blood-curdling scream rang out. Strands of Qi and blood floated out of the gray-robed man's facial features and were directly absorbed by Ming You. In the end, his body continued to wither until there was not a single trace of aura left in his body.
Ming You directly threw the withered corpse down, and the followers behind him were terrified when they saw this scene, not daring to act presumptuously.
"He died because he talked too much." Lin Fan muttered to himself. At the same time, he felt that this Lord Ming was really ruthless. At least, he was much more ruthless than him. But it's a pity that he lost his points. If you want him dead, you can just let me kill him. Why do you have to do it yourself?
"You're Lin Fan." Ming You, who was on the black cloud, looked down. The black cloud then turned into a black dragon, sending Ming You to the ground.
"I'm Lin Fan. What are you trying to do?" Lin Fan looked at Ming You warily. This man gave him a weird feeling. His aura was like a pool of stagnant water, without any fluctuations.
This shouldn't appear on a living person. Now that it has appeared, it's obvious that Ming You has cultivated some evil skill. What the hell are the people in the Divine Religion? Why do they look like they're neither human nor ghost? It's really creepy.
"Come with me." Ming You said coldly, reaching out his hand to grab Lin Fan.
Suddenly, Lin Fan felt as if the space around him had been sealed. It was just an ordinary grab, but it gave him the feeling that he was surrounded by an inescapable net. The world was big, but there was nowhere for him to escape to.
Violent Body!
Cruel Blood!
Magic of the Seven Gods!
At this moment, Lin Fan didn't dare to hesitate. He went all out. No matter what, he had to give it a try. Suddenly, a strong aura erupted from him, and he swung the mace in his hand at the claw.
"You have some ability, but you're just trying to hit a rock with an egg. You're overestimating yourself. If not for the fact that I want you alive, you would have already turned into dust." Ming You said coldly. He pressed down with one finger, and the force of a thousand catties came crashing down.
Lin Fan suddenly felt as if he was carrying a mountain on his back. It pressed down on his chest, making it hard for him to breathe. The ground cracked, and cracks appeared on the ground.
"I don't believe that you can kill me in a second." Lin Fan yelled and used the strongest move of the mace. With his body as the center, a violent force burst out from the mace.
"It's just a weak resistance."
As soon as Lin Fan finished speaking.
Ming You pressed down with yet another finger. Instantly, the air currents in the air seemed to have solidified, as though they were being suppressed by the power of these two fingers. When this power slammed down on Lin Fan's body, Lin Fan felt as though he wasn't facing a human, but a primordial beast instead.
Is it so difficult to even lift a finger in the face of absolute strength?
"Go!"
With a flick of his finger, a black cloud thread was pulled out from the black cloud. This thread was like a living thing. After spinning in the air, it pierced through Lin Fan's body and tied him up.
"I lost just like that?" Lin Fan's heart sank. He was a little unconvinced. Ever since he became a cultivator, he had never been defeated like this. It was simply a humiliation.
But what made him feel even more humiliated was how he tied me up. Why did he grab my little brother so tightly?
Ming You walked over and looked coldly at the tied up Lin Fan. "Not bad. You're quite capable to be able to withstand two moves from me. Don't worry, you're still useful. I won't kill you. Follow me back to the headquarters, your teacher might come and save you."
Then, he picked Lin Fan up as if he was carrying a fat pig tied up. He was going to bring him home and slaughter him to celebrate the new year.
Humiliation, deep humiliation.
Lin Fan spat. I've never been treated like this since I became a cultivator. What a humiliation.
Mo Jingzhe ran all the way, looking back from time to time. But there was no movement at all. He was very worried, not knowing what was going on.
"I should believe him. How can someone who I, Mo Jingzhe, recognize be captured so easily?"
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