Chapter 647 So this is the treasure?

Hou Hexuan's face was as white as paper, like a knuckle in his throat, he couldn't even speak.

Zhuo Bufan changed hands to see the two of the three magical families destroyed. As for the High Priest and Young Sect Master, it seems that they are not his opponents.

At the moment Zhuo Bufan killed Hou Dongjun, the black snakes on Young Sect Master’s body were already entwined. These black snakes were made with evil spirits, yin qi, and the grievances of dead people. They were extremely evil and poisonous. One point, it can corrode the flesh.

"If you only have this ability, you can fall." Zhuo Bufan turned his head, suddenly his pupils stretched out and jumped with flames, as dazzling as two suns.

"What kind of spell is this?" Young Sect Master's face showed a hint of horror.

The evil monster is most afraid of flames and lightning, and the Black Mist Snake on Young Sect Master is no exception. After approaching Zhuo Bufan within ten feet, he showed a look of fear and did not dare to approach him, as if he was the **** who controls the sun.

"I'll know when you fall."

Zhuo Bufan said, his pupils contracted slightly, two golden flame lotus flowers lit up in the void, and they flew towards Young Sect Master instantly.

After the black mist came into contact with the golden fire lotus, black smoke appeared in an instant, turning into nothingness in the air, and there was no power to resist it.

"You dare to hurt Young Sect Master, you will definitely be chased by our black witch cult to the end of the world." The high priest suddenly yelled at this time, and the whole person holding the staff, exuding black smoke, suddenly turned into one. The huge black handprint, about three feet away, descended from the sky and patted towards Zhuo Bufan.

Zhuo Bufan raised his head and glanced, his expression indifferent, "Your move is too far from my Qingshan seal."

After all, Zhuo Bufan's palm condensed his true essence, and he slapped it out with a slap. A golden phantom smashed the black handprints directly, and immediately covered it towards the high priest, as if a giant spirit **** had lifted it. The mountains smashed.

"How dare you..." The high priest's eyes suddenly widened.

But he didn't even have a chance to finish the last sentence. The palm prints had already been photographed, and he directly photographed his whole person into the ground, and fell into the ground.

When Young Sect Master saw that he was definitely not Zhuo Bufan’s opponent, he dared to stay wherever he could, and turned around to prepare to escape, but the golden flames had been sent out long ago, and the speed was no less than a bullet, directly penetrating Young Sect Master’s body, and shot out. Two transparent holes.

More than that, Young Sect Master's body was already burned by the golden flames, and even the black mist couldn't repair the wounded holes.

"I am the Young Sect Master of the Black Sorcerer Cult. If you break my soul body, it will not be good for you. How about we work together and share the treasures equally?" The Young Sect Master looked anxious and looked at Zhuo Bufan. Said.

Zhuo Bufan shook his head, "From the time you started killing me, you were doomed to die."

"What you killed was only my soul body, but the entire Black Witch Cult was offended. Are you really planning to die with me on the Black Witch Cult?" The timid expression on the Young Sect Master's face was swept away, and it was immediately revealed. Ruthless expression.

"By the way, tell you, I hate other people threatening me. If you see me upset, come and kill me yourself." Zhuo Bufan said, the flames burned more vigorously, and directly burned the young master and the sense of consciousness in his body to ashes. .

Although this was just a puppet of the Young Sect Master, it was filled with his spirit and burned to ashes by Zhuo Bufan, the deity would still be severely traumatized.

At this time, in the mountains hundreds of miles away, a tragic cry sounded from an altar.

A man covered in black mist clenched his fist, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, "Zhuo Bufan, I am immortal with you, and every corner of the world will chase you to death, refining your soul for ninety-nine days, forever. Superbirth."

At the entrance of Tan's house.

The people of the He family and the Hou family knelt on the ground one after another, not daring to look directly at Zhuo Bufan, one person killed Hou Dongjun and He Hongmiao, as well as the high priest and the young master, who dared to touch his mold.

Zhuo Bufan also rarely paid attention to these little people, their strongest elders were all killed by himself, and even if these people wanted revenge, they didn't have this strength.

"Mr. Zhuo, the supernatural powers are vast, and the mana is boundless." Xiao Nai stood at the door and quickly arched his hands.

The juniors such as Tan Yong, Tan Xiang, Tan Yun, and Liao Wen looked at Zhuo Bufan with awe and admiration in their eyes. Zhuo Bufan was only as old as them, but possessed such extraordinary strength.

Tan Songtao, Elder Liao and others even stooped and bowed their hands, showing respect to Zhuo Bufan.

"Can you give me the treasure now?" Zhuo Bufan said without even looking at Tan Songtao.

Tan Songtao, Tan Jiyong and other members of the Tan Patriarch's Association were stunned, and immediately realized that Zhuo Bufan was also here for the treasure.

"I saved your people from the Tan family. They joined forces to deal with me just now. You don't even have the courage to make a move. If you refuse to hand over the treasure, don't blame me Zhuo Bufan for being ruthless." Zhuo Bufan said indifferently and slowly.

But it fell on everyone's ears like thunder, and the other party dared to kill even the young master of the Black Witch Cult, let alone their small Tan family.

"Master, I'm sorry, I did hesitate just now..." Tan Songtao lowered his head and then sighed again. Now that the treasure of the Tan family is coveted by everyone, it is better to give it to Zhuo Bufan and throw away a trouble. Take the master to get the treasure."

It turned out that there was a backyard in the mountains behind the Tan family. There were various trees planted in the yard. In the middle of the yard, Zhuo Bufan finally found something wrong. The aura in the yard was far stronger than the outside, and there was a formation to control these auras from dispersing Get out.

"Spirit gathering formation?" Zhuo Bufan frowned.

He can set up a small gathering of spirits at his fingertips. Is this the treasure of the Tan family? Coveted by the black witch cult and the two major magic families?

Tan Songtao walked to the middle of the yard, holding a Fajue in his hand, and a little white light flashed between his fingers. Soon, from an ancient well in the yard, a bamboo flute slowly rose up, about a foot long, and the whole body was green, like Emerald is average.

Only when the bamboo flute was raised, the formation in the entire yard disappeared instantly, and the aura began to overflow. A trace of regret flashed in Tan Songyun's eyes. He took the bamboo flute and handed it to Zhuo Bufan respectfully. Master, this is the treasure of my Tan family, I dare not lie to the master."

Zhuo Bufan held the bamboo flute, it was just a second-grade magical implement, in the realm of cultivation, he would not even look at it, like rubbish.

This artifact is the eye of the formation in the entire yard, so after removing it, the spiritual energy in the entire yard can't control the flow out.

"No, these people won't be so crazy for a small spirit gathering formation, there must be some big secret in it." Zhuo Bufan said with caution, after all, he is a monster who has cultivated for hundreds of years.

Zhuo Bufan swept across the bamboo flute with his spiritual sense, and was stunned for an instant.