Horror revival: I can see returns

"Ding!"

"The Eight Immortals descended into the cave, causing disasters in the world. These are a group of bandits who have received the inheritance of the Eight Immortals. They like to kill humans for fun."

"Destroy them, and you can get random rewards."

A system prompt sounded in my mind.

Zhuang Fan was slightly taken aback.

Immediately, two cold lights flashed in his eyes.

I didn't expect to find a place to stay casually, and the system rewards could be triggered.

It seems that today we must act chivalrously and save the people of Li from fire and water.

"Isn't it just ghosts and eight immortals? Boss, don't worry. I like to kill these awakened people who make trouble."

"I'm just sitting here today, waiting for those dogs to come to my door."

Zhuang Fan pulled out a grand master's chair from the bazaar.

Put it at the door.

Da Ma Jin Dao sat on it.

"Little brother, the strength of those ghosts and eight immortals is very terrifying. If you stay here, if there is a fight, you will definitely die."

"Listen to my advice, leave the town as soon as possible, the farther you go, the better, and you can save your life."

I don't look scared at all.

Carefree.

Zhuang Fan who didn't care.

A look of anxiety appeared on the face of the middle-aged man.

Persuaded earnestly.

The strength of those ghosts and eight immortals.

All of them are strong in the golden body.

The strength is not weaker than him.

And the combination of eight people can also explode the power of comparable holy land.

It's time to fight.

He must be overwhelmed.

There was simply no time to protect this young man.

"Mere ghosts and eight immortals are like ants on the ground in my eyes, they can be crushed to death at will."

"Besides, I'm a majestic saint. I can kill those creatures from outside the territory with one finger. Just with these eight rotten fish and garlic, I can kill them instantly with just one look."

He pouted.

Zhuang Fan picked his nose.

It doesn't matter.

"saint?"

heard.

The expression on the middle-aged man's face paused slightly.

Immediately, he seemed to remember something.

Up and down, he looked at Zhuang Fan carefully.

Quickly asked: "There is only one saint in my Dragon Kingdom, so are you Zhuang Fan?"

"Yes, you guessed it right, but unfortunately there is no reward."

nodded.

Zhuang Fan said with a slight smile on his face.

Immediately, there was a wave of aura that belonged to the holy realm.

"It's such a powerful force.. I didn't know that the saint was coming, and the hospitality was not good. Please forgive me!"

He noticed the aura emanating from Zhuang Fan's body.

The middle-aged man immediately clasped his fists, bent his body slightly, and said very respectfully.

"Get up, don't be so polite, I don't like these red tapes."

"In addition, I still admire you for being able to stay here to face ghosts and eight immortals alone, sacrificing your life and defending the Tao."

Raise your hand slightly.

A soft divine light emanated.

Help the middle-aged man up.

Zhuang Fan said with a smile.

"Thank you, Saint."

After saying thank you again.

The middle-aged man straightened up.

Simultaneously.

The mountain that weighed on my heart was finally let go.

He let out a long sigh of relief.

There are saints here.

Gantian town is kept.

Those ghosts and eight immortals have continued to practice for 100 years.

It is also impossible to be the opponent of the saint.

He had heard about Zhuang Fan's methods some time ago.

The combat power is ridiculously strong.

Killing the Son of the Golden Roc of the Ninth Heaven of the Sub-Saint Realm.

It only used one finger.

As for those ghosts and eight immortals, they can be killed with a single breath.

While the two were chatting.

The distant sky.

Suddenly, a huge cloud of blood appeared.

Back towards Gantian Town at a very fast speed.

"Those ghosts and eight immortals are here. If you are okay, go to the town to prevent them from doing evil things and attacking the people in the town."

Wei Wei raised her eyes to see the blood cloud that had already reached the sky above Gantian Town.

Zhuang Fan said to the middle-aged man.

heard.

The figure of the middle-aged man immediately turned into a golden light.

Fly towards the town.

"Those eight dogs in the sky, if you are sensible, get out of here and die, I can give you a good time, otherwise, you guys will just wait for your soul to fly away."

See the middle-aged man has left.

Pretending to be Zhuang Fan, he pointed at the snow clouds in the sky and cursed.

The sound was as loud as spring thunder rolling, shaking the heavens and the earth.

Spread far, far away in the quiet night.

Echoed for a long time.

No sound.

It was an arrogant and provocative voice.

It completely angered the ghosts and eight immortals above the blood cloud.

"Where did you come from, that little bastard who didn't know how to live or die, and dared to provoke labor and capital so arrogantly? You are tired of living!"

"No one has ever dared to be so disrespectful to our ghosts and eight immortals. Today, I will tear off your tongue with my own hands to see if you dare to speak provocatively."

"Brother, such a good-looking handsome boy, you tore off his tongue, how can he enjoy it?"

"Bamei, wait until you're done having fun, and I'll pull his tongue!"

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The voice full of killing intent echoed between heaven and earth.

Eight figures flew down from the blood cloud.

It landed in front of the white matter shop.

All licking their lips.

Staring at Zhuang Fan with cold eyes.

As if a bloodthirsty beast saw delicious food.

Especially He Xiangu, who is dressed in white, with blue hair like a waterfall, high in a bun, and a white lotus flower on her head.

His eyes were even hotter, like a ball of fire.

I wish I could jump on Zhuang Fan immediately.

"Little handsome guy, just now he begged for you, how are you going to repay him?"

at last.

He Xiangu's brows and eyes were full of spring.

The figure is swaying and shining.

Walking towards Zhuang Fan with her flawless snow-white jade feet, which were carved like suet jade, not stained with a trace of dust.

"Hmph! With your little charm, you still have the nerve to show it to shame, get out!"

Looking at the whole body exudes a charming air.

Every move.

Every frown and smile.

He Xiangu, who is all incomparably captivating.

A strong murderous look flashed in Zhuang Fan's eyes.

He opened his mouth and spat out the word "roll".

It is as heavy as the ancient sacred mountain.

It hit He Xiangu directly.

"puff!"

moment.

He Xiangu's figure looked like a paper kite with a broken string.

Those who were hit flew upside down for tens of feet.

He fell hard to the ground.

Blood flowed all over his body.

Lie on the ground like a dead dog.

Life cut off.

Turned into a cold corpse.

"Big Brother, Eighth Sister, dead!"

"What? You're not kidding, are you? Eighth Younger Sister is at the Ninth Layer of the Golden Body Realm. How could she be so weak and be yelled to death by this guy?"

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He looked at He Xiangu who had turned cold and hard on the ground.

Huo, the remaining Seven Immortals, turned around.

Look at Zhuang Fan.

Everyone's face is full of disbelief and deep horror.

It was like seeing the most terrifying thing.

The fear in my heart is hard to contain.

That is a strong man with a golden body and a mirror of the Nine Heavens.

He is also the strongest among the eight of them.

Unexpectedly, he couldn't stop the young man from yelling.

The bones and tendons that were directly roared were broken, and he died unexpectedly.

How strong should he be?
Could it be the powerhouse of the Sub-Saint Realm?