"too slow!"

Yang Fan's voice was as cold as frost, without any emotion.

The next moment, Xiao Hongchen felt a huge force rushing towards him, hitting him on the back, and instantly invaded his body, shaking all his internal organs out of position.

"puff!"

Xiao Hongchen raised his head and spat out a mouthful of blood. His body flew forward dozens of feet like a kite with its string broken.

Although the pain inside her body was unbearable, she did not dare to stop to recover from her injuries. She turned around in mid-air and shot back with both palms.

Spiritual power surged out, turning into sealing runes in mid-air, and were printed on the pursuing figures, trying to slow down the opponent.

However, that person was unstoppable and seemed undisturbed by these sealing runes.

Xiao Hongchen took a closer look and found that although this man looked exactly like Yang Fan, he was not flesh and blood, but a clone made of pure murderous intent!

In the blink of an eye, the clone was in front of her.

"Are you afraid of death?"

Yang Fan's clone smiled coldly, and murderous intent swept over her, like a sharp knife piercing her throat.

At this moment, Xiao Hongchen felt death.

If it had been half a day ago, she might not have had much trouble in her heart. After all, a person who has been practicing alone for thousands of years has no reason to live except hatred.

But now, she doesn't want to die like this no matter what.

"Heng'er......No! I can't die! I want to see my son!"

In her consciousness, a voice shouted crazily, telling her that she could not die. Now that she had a goal, she had to live no matter what.

Soon, this voice roared out of her mouth.

The spiritual power was running wildly, forming a body-protecting spiritual light above Xiao Hongchen's head. At the same time, the sky was filled with red clouds, and a huge hand appeared out of thin air and slapped the oncoming "Yang Fan".

boom!

Amidst the loud noise, Yang Fan's clones were torn apart, and the murderous aura gradually dissipated, as if it had never appeared before.

Laughing at the fate of the mortal world, before I knew it, my body was covered in sweat.

Her knees became weak and she fell to the ground, breathing heavily, as if she still had lingering thoughts in her heart.

At this moment, there was a sudden explosion in the distance.

Xiao Hongchen looked up and saw that his magic weapon "Thousand Lanterns Phantom Boat" was actually torn into pieces. Among the countless dust, a figure slowly walked out.

This person is none other than Yang Fan.

Seeing this scene, Xiao Hongchen suddenly woke up, and then smiled bitterly and said: "It turns out... you didn't crack my 'Thousand Lanterns Phantom Boat' just now."

"You are right."

Yang Fan nodded, still expressionless.

"Your illusion is indeed mysterious. It uses the energy of the mortal world as a guide to collect the joys and sorrows of the world, and refines the seven emotions and six desires into the magic weapon. As long as there is something difficult to let go of in people's hearts, it will be infinitely amplified by your magic weapon.

, to the point of losing consciousness and eventually becoming your puppet."

"But in the end you still..." Xiao Hongchen's face showed a look of decadence.

"I don't have any magic weapon to break you, you will break it yourself."

Yang Fan walked while talking. Although the pace was not big, the speed was not slow at all.

"After all, the seven emotions and six desires cannot withstand the great terror between life and death. You are worried, and you showed a hint of timidity in front of my clone just now. This fear of death is the root cause of your illusion being broken."

While talking, Yang Fan had already walked in front of Xiao Hongchen.

"I see......."

Xiao Hongchen suddenly realized and sighed: "Yang Fan, you are really not an ordinary ruthless person. The murderous clone just now was the result of your last effort, right? If I hadn't messed up, you would have been the one who died.

"

"good."

Yang Fan did not deny it and nodded slightly.

The next moment, he raised the bloody knife in his hand, expressionless, like an indifferent executioner, and slashed at Xiao Hongchen, who had no power to resist.

Boom!

The long sword was still in the air, but a loud noise suddenly erupted in the hall.

Whether it was Xiao Hongchen who was waiting for death with his eyes closed, Yang Fan who was wielding the butcher knife, or Demon Lord Qingyun and Sima Han who were still fighting fiercely, they were all stunned for a moment at this moment.
Chapter completed!