An old man appeared in front of Chen fan. His face was white and his eyes seemed a little complicated.

"Your name is Chen fan?" If you don't listen carefully, you may think it's a female voice.

"Yes Chen Fan nodded and rolled the first half of the general outline of the array into his arms, still with a deep color of vigilance in his eyes.

I saw the old man suddenly step forward, in an instant, his white face became red, as if with incomparable excitement: "your hometown is in the eastern Shenzhou Dachen dynasty?"

"Yes

The last word opened his mouth, and the old man even plopped and knelt down in front of Chen fan, constantly kowtowing.

"Little Lord, old slave... I finally see you again!"

Such a move makes Chen Fan's eyes full of suspicion, but this is not the time to speak. After sensing that the old man has no malice towards himself, chen fan signals to the other party to be calm and not impatient, and the two leave first.

After flying out of the Jiuzhou prison, chen fan took a deep breath and gazed at the scene.

In front of me, a huge pit with no bottom is the former Kyushu prison.

Around the pit, a row of dwellings have been built, which is supposed to be the place where the followers of Tiandi cult lived before.

But now, there is no need for these residences to exist, because the original Tiandi cult believers have long been dead and injured.

They thought it was the days when people were trapped in Kyushu prison and needed to please him. When they saw countless people escaping from Kyushu prison, they even wanted to stop them.

In this way, the end is self-evident.

Chen fan even found Wang Yi and Ma Yue in the crowd, struggling with Wei Zhong and others.

At this point, most of the people who escaped from the upper class have left, and a small number of middle level monks have chosen to protect themselves.

The rest, if you look at it, is about five or six hundred people who are sparing no effort to vent their pent up anger for many years!

Chen Fan's feet were half an inch above the ground and flew directly in front of Wei Zhong. With a wave of his hand, he stopped all the people's movements: "stop

In an instant, everyone was stunned and saw Chen Fan pointing to Wang Yi and Ma Yue: "these two people are my prey!"

"Chen fan, you are not dead yet!"

As soon as he saw chen fan, Wang Yi's eyes suddenly showed a look of fear. In the impression that Wu Meng had told them that Chen fan had been killed, how could he appear in front of him again?

"Damn it!"

Wang Yi thought that Wu Meng had cheated him, but he didn't know that Chen fan had survived more than once.

At this moment, in the face of Wang Yi, chen fan has no nonsense at all. The murderer will always be killed!

With a flash of body shape, he came directly to Wang Yi. Chen Fan's mouth was sneering, and his voice was incomparably cold: "why, is the benefit given by Emperor Chen enough to buy you this life?"

"Chen fan, we need to deceive people too much. It is still unknown who will win the battle between you and me."

So far, Wang Yi also shows his ruthlessness and hysterical mouth. His cultivation is the double heaven of the imperial realm. How could he possibly lose in the face of Chen Fan's only peak of Wu King?

Therefore, Wang Yi's inner thought is to kill chen fan and take this opportunity to escape.

Wei Zhong wanted to help, but he was stopped by Chen fan. The old man who had no need to fight before also wanted to do it, but without exception, he was stopped by Chen fan.

"To deal with him, I don't need someone else to do it!"

Having said that, Wang Yi has already begun to build up momentum on his right fist, but Wang Yi doesn't care at all. There is a sneer in the corner of his mouth.

"The mantis can't help himself. Even if Wu Meng didn't kill you, you will die if you are in my hands today!"

Having said that, Wang Yi immediately launched an attack. In his hand, the three foot green peak drew a sharp arc in the air and went straight to Chen Fan's throat.

On the contrary, chen fan stood upright in the same place, and suddenly his figure flashed. When Wang Yi didn't even respond, he hit his elixir field with a fist!

"Bang!"

With only one blow, Wang Yi, the emperor's second heaven, burst into a cloud of blood mist!