Chapter 332
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As Tuogu was killed, Hei Ming's bloodthirsty eyes turned towards the Yin-Yang school disciples, causing them to be scared out of their wits.
At this moment, a powerful energy undulation suddenly appeared in the sky. Everyone looked over and saw that the energy vortex had already formed. However, none of the Yin-Yang school disciples dared to move as they were afraid of angering the murderous god.
"I will not kill you this time. However, if the Yin-Yang school doesn't know what's good for you, don't blame me for being ruthless!"
Long Bufan's expression was calm as he looked down. His indifferent voice slowly echoed in mid-air.
"Scram!"
In the quiet desert, the young figure in the air seemed to have unintentionally emitted a domineering aura out of nowhere. With just his strength alone, he was able to intimidate a group of heroes. This kind of demeanor caused the eyes of quite a number of female disciples from the various sects to flicker with extraordinary splendor.
Actually, it was not that he did not want to kill them. Long Bufan already deeply hated these Yin-Yang school disciples. However, these Yin-Yang school disciples still had many Xuan Men stage practitioners. If he really killed them, it was likely that he would not rest until he was dead. The other party would definitely act in desperation.
Moreover, even though the Black Abyss was extremely powerful, it would still require a lot of Primal Crystal Stones to unleash an attack similar to the one before. With the Primal Crystal Stones in Long Bufan's storage pouch, he might not be able to hold on for long. Therefore, it was better not to push these Yin Yang Sect's disciples too hard.
For example, if a rubber band was pulled too tightly, it would break and hurt oneself.
Without Tuogu, the Yin-Yang school disciples were like a group of headless flies. When they heard Long Bufan's pardon, they were pleasantly surprised. They immediately flew up and one figure after another flew towards the secret realm's exit.
However, at the exit of the crack, a black light flashed. In the blink of an eye, it appeared and blocked the path of all the Yin-Yang school disciples.
"Swish!"
The bloody wind of the blade swept up. Heiming held the bone blade in his hand and blocked the entrance of the secret realm. The thick evil aura was mixed with a kind of awe-inspiring killing intent.
"Didn't you say you were going to let us go?" The leader of the Xuan Men frowned.
Long Bufan rubbed his nose and said with a smile, "You can leave, but you have to leave behind your storage bags!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Hei Ming stretched out his thick palm. The people from the Yin-Yang school had obviously obtained a lot of treasures during this mystic realm exploration. They could not let such a fat piece of meat escape for nothing.
"You …" That person was furious, but when he saw the fierce aura of the Symbol Armor Soldier Hei Ming blocking the exit of the whirlpool, his heart skipped a beat. He could only grit his teeth and reluctantly take out his storage bag before flying shakily in front of Hei Ming.
Then, with a pained expression, he placed the storage bag in Hei Ming's palm. Hei Ming smoothly flew past him and suddenly entered the crack in space. In an instant, he disappeared.
Following closely behind, dozens of Yin-Yang school disciples also lined up one by one under Long Bufan's tyrannical power. They orderly handed over their storage bags to Hei Ming's thick palm.
Only when the last Yin-Yang school disciple left the secret realm did Long Bufan call Hei Ming back. Looking at the dazzling collection of more than fifty storage bags, his heart bloomed with joy. It was a great harvest.
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