Chapter 252: Shock, First Showing the Power of the Demon (Part 2)

"Now it's my turn to take action..."

Under the eyes of the little girl with short skirts and many monks from Yuyang Kingdom on the field, Yang Fan slowly raised his left hand.

At this moment, more than 50% of the monks in the castle gathered in this indigenous palace.

There was a dead silence around.

The little girl with a short skirt looked pale. Her soul power had been exhausted and her mind was damaged. She could not exert two or three points of power.

If Yang Fan wanted to attack the layers of surrounds formed by the "Ghost Illusion Sect" alone, she would naturally not worry: no matter how strong Shi Qianhan is, he will be a cultivator in the foundation-building stage.

Then, when Yang Fan raised the death left hand, she suddenly had an illusion that even if she was protected by millions of monks around her, it would be a false statement.

This is just like her "Dream Soul Technique", which is extremely domineering.

Could it be that Shi Qianhan has mastered similar overbearing spiritual secret techniques?

Otherwise, how could he calmly deal with the attacks of the Dream Soul Technique and even gain the upper hand?

All the monks on the field began to speculate and speculate on the abilities that Shi Qianhan might have.

"Come in……"

A strange color was smeared in Yang Fan's eyes, accompanied by the consumption of a soul power.

He suddenly realized that Xianhong's secret technique was also a deep application of the soul.

If he was in normal conditions, he would definitely not take action against the little girl with short skirts. After all, the other party is the same level as him, and his skills in using his soul surpass him.

In that case, Yang Fan's success rate will not exceed 30%...

However, the little girl in the short skirt was exhausted in the battle in the dream space just now, and her mind was even damaged.

"ah!"

The little girl in the short skirt suddenly screamed, her face turned red and she kept choking. Her neck seemed to be stuck with something, unable to breathe or speak.

There was a look of horror in her eyes, and her petite body kept struggling.

But no matter how hard she struggled, she could not escape the hand of death in the dark.

Yang Fan raised his left hand in the air, in a half-hold shape, as if he could ignore the barriers of space, and tightly jammed the neck of the little girl in the short skirt.

All the monks on the field showed horror, which was caused by fear of the unknown.

What kind of magical power is this?

It hurts people invisibly, and cannot see the attack route, and cannot avoid it.

The two of them are dozens of feet apart and through the numerous protective circles. All these defenses are described as false.

The monks on the field looked at Shi Qianhan and couldn't help but feel a little more fear.

"Quick! Let her go!"

The man with ghost eyes finally reacted and almost roared, his ghost eyes were blood-red and he was about to break apart.

"What can you do if I don't let her go?"

Shi Qianhan sneered.

"If you kill her, our master will not spare you. Do you want to be chased by a high-level monk?"

The ghost-eyed man threatened.

"Sorry, I, Shi Qianhan, have never been threatened! Since she dares to kill me, how can I, Shi, spare her life?"

Shi Qianhan looked cold.

Click!

His left hand suddenly grabbed, and the little girl's throat was crushed, and a devastating force was integrated into her body, instantly destroying her soul.

thump!

The body of the little girl in the short skirt fell to the ground.

Life and death are only in one thought.

Shi Qianhan took a deep breath and closed his eyes, as if he was enjoying the power of that moment.

The monks on the field couldn't help but breathe a breath of air. This was really terrible: the instant killing of the foundation building stage was just a matter of thought.

Shi Qianhan's death left hand shocked everyone on the field.

Quiet! Quiet! Quiet!

All the monks present at the Foundation Establishment Stage were deeply afraid of Shi Qianhan.

"You are seeking death!"

The man with ghost eyes roared angrily, and his whole body fell into half-crazy, his ghost eyes were bloodshot, and a cold air came over.

He suddenly vomited a mouthful of essence and blood, and his fingers dissolved a mysterious and complex pattern in the void. Then he slapped the special storage bag on his waist, and a gloomy and chilling ghost mist covered several feet of radius, and a breath of death came from it.

A huge shadow flashed out. It was a ghost with disheveled hair and blood-red eyes, three feet high. It released a green aura while swallowing and spitting, making people dizzy.

"That's actually a ghost close to the ghost king level!"

The monks retreated one after another. If they were touched by the evil spirit of this evil spirit, even if they did not die, they would have a layer of skin.

"This guy is crazy and actually releases ghosts that cannot be fully controlled. The strength of this evil ghost is close to the advanced level, and it is enough to look down on the foundation building..."

The Blood Demon Lao Qi said in a little shocked manner.

"You are seeking death!"

Shi Qianhan still sneered, and suddenly walked away from the air, as if an invisible force was setting off him.

"Shi Qianhan, this evil ghost is hard to deal with. Why don't you let us help you."

The young girl among the three Blood Demons said with a serious face.

"A mere evil ghost is enough for Shi."

Shi Qianhan smiled proudly, and the demonic energy on his body surged and surging, and the powerful demonic power covered dozens of feet in a radius.

The three blood demon sons looked at each other and thought to themselves: Shi Qianhan is too conceited and dares to despise a ghost close to the level of the ghost king.

"Die!"

The man with ghost eyes looked ferocious, and blood flowed in his hands, and a constant spell of magic tricks were transformed into the void.

The huge evil spirit three feet tall suddenly let out a roar, and the ghostly figure rushed towards Yang Fan with a "swish". The speed was almost impossible to capture with the naked eye, and only a afterimage could be seen.

"Look at the fight!"

Shi Qianhan roared to the sky, and the vast demonic energy in his body surging out, accompanied by a destructive force of the essence of the demonic Tao.

At this moment, the monks felt deeply the essence of the demonic power that shocked the soul.

Furious, indulgent, ruthless, killing, bloodthirsty, madness, domineering... The power of millions of dark destruction factors in the world - the purest domineering demonic way!

This is the real magic!!

Shi Qianhan slapped out with one palm, and it was majestic, containing the power of the collapse of the mountains and the earth. He was bombarded with the huge evil spirit. His body shook slightly and he was not defeated.

All the demonic monks on the field were deeply shocked, especially those demonic monks in the Foundation Establishment Stage.

Shi Qianhan is clearly a cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building, but he can exert such a terrifying and powerful palm, fighting against the existence close to the Ghost King.

Bang bang! Bang bang!

One man and one ghost launched a shocking fight in the void.

"He is really just in the middle stage of foundation building?" The Blood Demon Old Seven asked in disbelief: "When I first met him, it was in the early stage of concentration. He must have concealed his true cultivation."

"No." The Blood Demon Old Wu shook his head: "He only used the power at the middle stage of foundation building, but his attack was so terrifying that he was close to the peak of foundation building. However, judging from the current trend, he had no advantage in fighting with this evil ghost. If he continued to fight, he might fall into a disadvantage."

The Blood Demon Lao Wu is the most cultivated among the three sons. In the later stage of foundation building, his speech is naturally authoritative.

Yang Fan fought with this evil ghost for a while and also realized its terribleness. This ghost became more fierce and more brave as it fought.

In terms of explosive power, the Nine Nether Demonic Technique is naturally unscrupulous, but if the battle continues, Yang Fan is really no match.

"Hahaha..." The ghost-eyed man smiled sinisterly and said to himself: "I can't even control this ghost, and it may even be backfired. If I hadn't met a strong man, how could he have taken it out to the enemy?"

Bang!

At some point, Yang Fan used his power to bounce out and set a distance away from the evil spirit.

“It’s time to end…”

Yang Fan murmured to himself.

After saying that, he raised his left hand.

Left hand, death left hand, move again!

At this moment, everyone's eyes were frozen on his left hand, as if they wanted to see some clues from it.

The evil ghost roared and rushed towards Yang Fan. The ghost energy raged, and everyone quickly dodged away.
To be continued...