Zhan Yue - Chapter 1569

[Chapter 1573 Fan Yi’s state of mind]

“is not it!”

I strode forward, put the Thunder God’s Blade on the neck of Fan Yi’s soul, and sneered: “I started thinking of you on the first day you died, Fan Yi.”

“Oh?”

Fan Yi looked down, looking at the thunder and lightning from the Thunder God’s Blade, and said with a smile: “Tsk tsk, although it is a good weapon, but you use the sword of the world to deal with the soul? Is it useful? You might as well take a look, Can you cut off my Fan Yi’s neck?”

I suddenly pulled the dagger horizontally and cut Fan Yi’s throat with a “chi” sound, but it was only cut on a piece of blood-red cotton wool, and it healed in a blink of an eye. As Fan Yi said, the sword in the world cannot kill ghosts of.

“Pong!”

He punched Fan Yi’s cheek with a heavy punch, followed by an uppercut that almost knocked his head off his neck, and then kicked him hard in the chest, causing Fan Yi to scream. But the body is bound by the six lightning chains, and can only scream. The fist of the quasi-god realm is hard enough, with holy aura lingering, and it will definitely hurt.

“Come again!”

His hands were tied horizontally, his drooping head was slowly raised, and there were fiery bloodstains flowing from the corners of his mouth, and he said with a smile, “It’s just a remnant of a soul anyway, His Royal Highness King Xiaoyao will torture if he wants to torture, and light the lamp if he wants to. Fan Yi is just fish on the chopping board, what can I say?”

I smiled slightly, went up to lift his chin with my toes, and asked with a smile, “Where did Lin Xi fall?”

“Oh?”

He narrowed his eyes and smiled, “Who is Lin Xi?”

I just kicked his chin, and immediately dislocated his jaw, with a “slap” sound, followed by the soul’s self-repair, the embarrassed Fan Yi slumped his head again, and then laughed hahaha: “Come on. Come on, give me a treat, I used to be a Confucian sage, I used to be a throne, I can’t stand this kind of shame, come on!”

He opened his eyes and roared angrily: “Fire in July! The immortal sword in your eyes can kill my soul, give me a happy one! And you, the wind does not smell, your pure landscape mana can destroy the dry and the rotten as well. In addition, there is you Sura, your flaming sword is scorching unparalleled, and the one who kills ghosts is called chopping melons and vegetables, come on, come on, give me Fan Yi a treat!”

“You are beautiful.”

Sura squinted and smiled, with a beautiful face.

…

I frowned and said, “Let me ask you one more question, where is Lin Xi? Where the hell is she exiled by you?”

“What Lin Xi? What exile?”

Fan Yi giggled: “Why can’t this king understand it? If you want to kill or slash, please listen and respect!”

“Hmph, don’t eat a toast and eat a penalty drink.” Beiyue Guanyang frowned.

“Oh?”

Fan Yi narrowed his eyes: “Old man, are you old and confused? This king was beaten just after his soul reunion. Did you give me Fan Yi a chance to toast from start to finish?”

The corner of my mouth twitched: “If you eat it, will you eat it?”

“Clever, the one who knows me is the King of Free and Easy!”

Fan Yi laughed: “This king has a noble personality. Since he has decided to devote himself to the darkness, he will never receive the slightest favor from the light. Tsk tsk, this is called a principle. It’s normal for you vulgar people to understand.”

“A lot of nonsense!”

Guan Yang frowned and said, “King Xiaoyao, there’s nothing to say about this kind of person, it’s better to provoke the thunder in the sky and give him a killing power stick to try it out.”

I took a step back: “Then start?”

“Ok!”

Feng Buwen nodded, and everyone opened a gap above their forbidden heads, while Feng Buwen frowned and looked into the wind, raised his hand and photographed three golden talismans. Moving, the Confucian Shanjun who secretly learned rune arts said solemnly: “Edict! Wind Master, Rain Master, Thunder Master, listen to my orders!”

In an instant, the spiritual energy of the three talismans permeated the entire Jingguan Terrace, the sky was surging, and the raindrops were getting bigger and bigger, and in the wind and rain, the thunder and lightning with a thick bowl mouth fell fiercely. It slashed directly on the back of Fan Yi’s soul.

“Ah~~~”

Fan Yi let out a wailing, that was the power of a lightning strike that his soul could not bear, and he directly split his hair into pieces, his back was already scorched black, and in the miserable howl, he said angrily: ” I don’t hear the wind, I R your ancestors!”

I frowned and said, “Feng Xiang, carelessly lost our ancestors…”

“…”

Feng Buwen frowned and was a little angry. He gave the order again, and suddenly three consecutive thunder lights fell from the sky, and slashed on Fan Yi’s body one after another, slashing his skin to the ground. This soul that once held the throne was too tough. If it were replaced by ordinary wandering ghosts, I am afraid that a lightning bolt would just disappear into ashes.

“Come, come, come!”

Fan Yi laughed loudly: “If you don’t hear the wind, you can turn this king into ashes!”

Feng Buwen said to me directly: “If I use the thunderstorm attack again, I’m afraid this ray of soul will really dissipate.”

“Then stop, lest he spit fragrance at you again. Feng Xiang is a scholar and should not suffer such humiliation.”

“Ok.”

…

The wind is not heard to disperse the thunderstorm.

“what?!”

Fan Yi looked up at the stars in the sky and said with a smile, “Tsk tsk, the wind doesn’t smell, so that’s embarrassing? I thought you were a man. Why not?”

“…”

Feng Buwen didn’t bother to pay attention to him, and just sat in a corner with his sword.

I stepped forward slowly.

“Yo?”

Fan Yi grinned and said, “The King of Xiaoyao is playing again? Tsk tsk, this is to fight my Xiaofan with a wheel, you are really not a group of people who are particular about it! Thunder and lightning that the wind does not hear is useless, what do you have the King of Xiaoyao? The method? Pulled out the sword of the heavens and slashed me Fan Yi? Tsk tsk, I’m afraid that your King Xiaoyao asks others, but you can’t do it!”

I smiled lightly: “Of course there are other means.”

Saying that, with a sound of “chi la”, a flaming thunder and lightning whip appeared in my right hand. It has grown strong again, and this is the purest thunder in the world, much more powerful than the thunder and lightning caused by the wind!

“Snapped!”

The moment he raised the whip, a fiery wound appeared on Fan Yi’s chest, and the thunder light turned.

“Ah ah ah ah…”

This time, even a tough guy like Wendao Zhisheng couldn’t take it anymore, he wailed miserably, his expression twisted and roared, “Ouyang Luli, if you have the guts, kill me Fan Yi, what’s the use of torturing me? If the will is not strong, can you hold the first throne? Tell you, even if you kill me, I will never talk about Lin Xi’s whereabouts. Beloved heaven and man are separated from each other, never to meet each other!”

“Then it will be yours!”

I swung the long whip condensed by Tianlei again, and the blows caused Fan Yi’s soul to be covered with dense wounds, but he still didn’t seem to let go.

“If you fight again, your soul will be dissipated.” Lin Fengnian frowned.

“Okay, replace.”

I directly took the Tianlei in my hand and said, “Sura, come here.”

“Ok.”

The Fire Demon Queen stepped forward with the flaming sword, and her slender jade legs stepped on the combat boots, which was particularly moving.

“Another piece of trash?”

Fan Yi sneered: “You Longyu and Human Race are only tortured by this method, which is too disappointing.”

“Take a taste of my real fire and then talk about it.”

Su La stepped lightly, and suddenly the blazing flame spread along the surface, directly burning Fan Yi in it. Suddenly, Fan Yi struggled and cursed like a chicken and a dog, and gave Su La’s ancestors all eighteen generations. After scolding, he spit and tried to put out the fire, but it was useless. Su La’s real fire was too fierce, and even the cultivators in the peak realm might not be able to withstand it, let alone a wisp of the soul of the throne.

“Don’t tell me yet?”

I asked lightly.

“say what?”

Fan Yi was trembling all over, and his voice was trembling: “Say… Said that I put Lin Xiliu in the gap of time, and if I have the opportunity, I will go there and enjoy it in person? You Ouyang Luli have not had time to enjoy the delicious food, I Fan Is it the first step to get in?”

“court death!”

I stepped forward and suddenly pressed Fan Yi’s head with one hand.

“Happy King!”

Feng Buwen was shocked: “Don’t kill him, after you wipe out this ray of soul, the only clue may be broken!”

“Don’t worry, I won’t kill him!”

My body sank suddenly, and the Shadow Spirit Ruins appeared immediately. With this strand of Fan Yi’s soul, I quickly sank. With a loud bang, the two of them fell into a place where plants flourished in the Shadow Spirit Ruins.

Mood valley.

…

“Ok!?”

Fan Yi has big sleeves. At this time, there is no longer the restraint of the six lightning chains, but the restraint of the Great Dao is stronger, because this is the valley of the mind, the place where my mind is cultivated. Here, Fan Yi is only a small one. Just a prisoner.

“Hmph, in your mood?”

Fan Yi sneered and said with a smile, “Ouyang Luli, do you think I’ll be able to submit?”

“You can try!”

I stretched out my hand a little, and suddenly Fan Yi’s body kept getting smaller and smaller, and finally turned into a speck of dust in the valley of the state of mind, and I was like an ant standing on a boulder overlooking the stone, watching him quietly. At that time, the world that Fan Yi saw was different from what I saw. He was standing in the side hall of a Confucian school, with a scroll of bamboo slips on his desk, and a man sitting in front of him. The old master with a childlike appearance was holding a roll of bamboo slips and looking at it with relish.

He looked up and saw that Fan Yi was looking at him, he couldn’t help laughing and said, “If you don’t study hard, what are you doing? Do you want to taste the taste of the ruler? Don’t forget, if you don’t have the slightest bit of fame, how can you follow up with him? The parents’ explanations? It’s a bit unreasonable for Mr.… With my knowledge, the proud disciples I teach must be the second best of his secular dynasty, right?”

This is Fan Yi’s state of mind.

Looking at this old master, Fan Yi, the most rebellious and unruly, didn’t say a word, and suddenly burst into tears.