This sect is going against the sky

At the same time, a tall and burly figure suddenly flew out of the void and smashed a big hole in the desert.

"Pfft~"

Yuan Xiao spat out a mouthful of blood, and the strong smell of blood was blown by the desert wind and sand, permeating it.

He knelt on the ground on one knee, bleeding from the corner of his mouth, his chest and abdomen heaving violently, and he couldn't stand up for a while.

"Okay, Master Ling, we can talk."

The man with the Rakshasa ghost face looked at the old woman.

The smile on the old woman's face remained undiminished, she glanced at Lin Fan who was thrown on the ground, and said, "The old woman only wants the Emperor's Scripture in this kid's hand, as for the others, Sect Master Huo can take them all."

In Ling Meier's view, this is already the biggest concession she can make.

Of course, the prerequisite for meeting such conditions is that Haotianzong is strong enough.

However, unlike her attentiveness, Huo Misheng's attitude was indifferent.

This made Ling Meier involuntarily hesitate, and unconsciously raised a trace of vigilance in her heart.

"Master Ling, I'm afraid you have misunderstood."

The man's eagle-like sharp eyes fell on Ling Meier's body, Ling Meier's smile froze on her face, and her bad premonition grew stronger.

Sure enough, the next moment, Huo Misheng's voice came slowly, full of pressure.

"Like I said, I don't like to share what I like with others... Therefore, Haotianzong wants both Wuzong's Secret Collection and Emperor's Scripture."

This is not to discuss with her, but just to inform her.

"Huo Misheng, you should know that if we both lose, the one that is cheaper will be someone else's reason."

"You are right, but if only others are hurt, then the ending will be different."

The man with the Rakshasa ghost face still looked at her steadfastly, but the aura around him did not decrease at all, on the contrary, in the short time of the conversation, it increased even more.

A little hesitation flashed across Ling Mei'er's face before, but seeing this scene now, she couldn't help but narrow her dizzy old eyes slightly.

"Since Sect Master Huo is like this, it seems that we have nothing to talk about."

She sighed, but in the next moment, her fingers turned into hooks, drawing Lin Fan towards him.

Locking Lin Fan's neck firmly with his hands like iron tongs, he smiled viciously at Huo Misheng, "Since that's the case, then what the old woman can't get for me, others can't get what they want, Sect Master Huo, I'm sorry. "

While speaking, the spiritual power in her hand almost turned into substance. Anyone could tell at a glance that Lin Fan could be completely wiped out in a single thought as long as she thought about it.

"you dare!"

Huo Misheng never thought that the old woman would be so ignorant of martial arts, so she shouted angrily.

"I captured this old woman with my ability. How I want to deal with the old woman is naturally how I am happy. If you don't believe me, you can try it."

The rough and ugly voice resounded throughout the audience, and Ling Meier's face showed a look of sarcasm, and she said ruthlessly: "Huo Misheng, if you dare to break my old lady's way to the top, I want to see it. If you lose this person, how can you plan your wishful thinking?"

Ling Meier was betting that Huo Misheng valued Wu Zong's secret treasures more than his obsession with the emperor's passage, and she was betting that the other party would definitely give in.

The Haotian Sect is originally one of the forces of the imperial lineage, with a profound foundation, and there is no shortage of imperial scriptures in the sect.
As long as the other party has some brains, he should know that as long as he has the entire Wu Zong secret storehouse, in time, not to mention making the entire Haotian Sect the number one sect in the Heavenly Human Realm, even making him reach the top of the Great Dao, is just around the corner.

Just when the two sides were confronting each other and their swords were on edge, a discordant voice suddenly broke the silence of the scene.

"Hache!"

Everyone followed the sound and saw a man in white, leaning on a big rock, breathing out of boredom, with a lazy expression, as if he was about to sleep or not.

What shocked everyone even more was that this person was none other than Lin Fan who was dragged by the old woman's hand and strangled his neck just now.

"I told you to fight as soon as you want. Why are you talking so much nonsense? My suzerain couldn't help but doze off."

He himself didn't think there was anything wrong, but the crowd around him became restless.

"Fuck! What's the matter with this buddy?"

"He ran here without anyone noticing, this is too awesome!"

"No, look at the one in Ling Meier's hand."

Everyone looked at Ling Meier, but saw that the mummy she was carrying was still there.

"Fuck! So it's a puppet stand-in again!" Someone suddenly realized.

Ling Meier's old face turned blue and red, as if someone had slapped her hard, her face was so ugly that ink could be squeezed out.

"It's such a trick that Li Daitao is so stiff that even the old woman can't detect the slightest clue." With a force on the old woman's hand, "Lin Fan", who was tightly wrapped into a mummy by horses, instantly turned into powder all over the place.

"Boy, the old woman is very curious about when you escaped?"

Ling Meier's old eyes locked on Lin Fan.

"My suzerain has not been captured from the beginning to the end. You didn't realize that it's not normal. Don't feel inferior." Lin Fan yawned a lot and said a few words of comfort.

It's okay if he doesn't comfort her, but the old woman's expression became even uglier as soon as she said those words.

Lin Fan wasn't caught, but she didn't notice it from the beginning.

Doesn't that mean that her late stage of Nirvana is a vain name, and she can't even distinguish the breath of a real person from the breath of a dead thing?

"Even a small puppet can imitate the breath like a real person. I have to say that you do have something, but in the face of absolute strength, these things can't play a role at all."

"Boy, as long as you have a little self-knowledge, you should know that just now was your only chance to survive."

After the old woman finished speaking, the crutch in her hand had already turned in a different direction, leaning towards his position.

There was a sound of "clang", like the sound of gold and iron.

Before the crutches of the old woman had settled down, a long cane had arrived and hit the wooden crutch hard, causing it to deviate to one side.

The wooden crutch leaned on a point in the void, and there was a loud "rumbling" sound. The stone wall a hundred meters away collapsed and collapsed, rubble flew, dust and smoke filled the sky, and in an instant, it was turned into a pile of ruins.

Everything just happened in an instant, the old woman didn't even notice the movement she made, and only noticed from the corner of her eyes, a shadow passed by her side like the wind.

"He belongs to this seat."

Huo Misheng caught Chang Xiao smoothly, and his figure turned into a series of double images, which appeared in front of Lin Fan in the blink of an eye.

He stretched out his hand like searching for something to lift the opponent up, but in the next moment, he was in vain, and his figure froze.

A bad premonition suddenly rose in my heart, and I was thinking about the back, but my wrist was tightly pinched by a hand like iron clamps, and I couldn't move.