No one really thinks I'm a master, right?

Chapter 230 What a coincidence
Yi Fan didn't know what happened on Chrysanthemum Mountain, those people fought extremely fiercely and mercilessly, and depending on their clothes and servants, they used the same spells, even the shikigami were all red foxes.

After watching for a while, Yi Fan didn't want to wait, so he approached slowly. At the same time, ten thousand colorful silk threads hung down from the nine heavens, sealing the entire holy mountain firmly.

"Senior Qingniu, or should I come alone?"

"That's right, your cultivation is the lowest here, and other people's cultivation is far superior to yours, so that people can't grasp our true strength, Xiaofan, just work harder!"

Qingniu laughed.

Hua Sifan snorted coldly: "Yes, Xiaofan's cultivation is far inferior to ours. Let him take care of these miscellaneous fish alone. If the old monster who transforms into a god comes out, let's go up again!"

"Hahaha, Sister Sifan really knows how to joke!"

Cang Mingxue couldn't help smiling, as gorgeous as a hundred flowers blooming.

Everyone laughed and secretly vented their depression.

Although this Yi Fan's cultivation was at the foundation building stage, his strength was able to kill Nascent Soul in two consecutive realms.

This is at least the level that can only be possessed by a cultivator who transforms himself into a god.

And the cultivators who transform themselves are almost the pinnacles of this world, and most people don't even know their existence, such as the three old monks who transform gods in the King Kong Temple.

Yi Fan challenged the Japanese group of cultivators with such strength, unless the evil god they enshrined could really project a clone into this world, they would basically be invincible.

On the contrary, it was a bit useless for them as a trump card to deter the enemy. Along the way, they just helped Yi Fan solve some miscellaneous fish and get some benefits.

"Yes, the Chinese are here!"

"Nani, run, run, you can't stay here for long!"

"No, we are trapped. These five-color barriers are so tough, I can't break them!"

The Chrysanthemum family, who were fighting and fighting, found Yi Fan and his party, and immediately panicked. They no longer cared about the disputes. The clansmen, led by a middle-aged beautiful woman, stepped into the void to greet them quietly.

"Patriarch Chrysanthemum, it seems that all of your direct descendants are here, which surprises me!"

Qingniu said coldly.

These people are wearing the onmyoji robes unique to the direct lineage, and they are all middle-level mages with uniform cultivation bases. There is no one old or young. It seems that they are going to fight desperately to buy time for their bloodline to continue.

"Look, each of these shattered chrysanthemum petals is a descendant of my direct lineage!" Chrysanthemum Zhenxiang spread her hands, and there were countless shattered petals in her palm. Suddenly, she shouted: "Aren't you trying to kill them all?" Don't bother, I have personally killed all the descendants of the direct descendants and assembled the fighting power of the whole family, just to prove the glory and brilliance of my Chrysanthemum family, so that the world can take a good look, we are better than the so-called No. One, is it qualified to aspire to become the number one Onmyoji family in the world!"

"Chief Zhenxiang, with your desperate spirit, you are much stronger than the Gangmen clan. If it weren't for us, the Juhua clan would have become the largest onmyoji clan sooner or later!" Qingniu nodded slowly.

"Hahaha, thank you Fellow Daoist Qingniu for your approval, it's useless to talk too much, let go of the barrier, let's fight!"

"The chrysanthemums are broken and the ground is covered with wounds. My people are afraid of getting hurt..."

Chrysanthemum Zhenxiang led the tribe to rush forward without hesitation, with an extremely tragic and tragic momentum. The other tribes sang the national song in their mouths, and followed closely behind with boundless fighting spirit.

"Good time, since you guys want to fight on your own, I'll save you trouble!" Yi Fan shouted and waved away the barrier in front of him. Countless onmyojis of the chrysanthemum clan and all kinds of red fox god locusts rushed forward come over.

"Wan Jian Chaozong, kill!"

Yi Fan, who has comprehended the mind sword technique, has long since not adhered to any restrictions on moves. He swung his sword and slashed out. The aura contained in the air immediately turned into countless sharp swords, breaking through the space one after another, dragging long swords with sharp whistles. Long's aura hit him head-on.

"boom!"

The colorful spells were mixed with the screams of the monks and the flying stumps and broken arms. The raindrops of corpses fell from the sky, and large swaths of blood filled the sky.

"Blade Mountain!"

With a wave of the long sword in his hand, the endless spiritual energy immediately condensed into a [-]-meter high mountain, which blocked all the countless shooting spells from outside, and then moved towards the mountain, and the mountain immediately exploded and turned into a wave of front again. The sharp blade shot out.

However, the clansmen who follow Juhua Zhenxiang to fight Yi Fan without hesitation are all her most loyal followers, they have long forgotten life and death, and can only fight desperately.

One fell down, and the next roared the family battle song, and rushed over with blood and fire.

"These Japanese are really ruthless, and they are not afraid of death!" Cang Mingxue rarely saw such a large-scale killing, no, it should be said to be a massacre, a one-sided massacre.

The Chrysanthemum Clan has tens of thousands of direct descendants and is extremely powerful, but they are blocked by Yi Fan alone at a distance of [-] meters, unable to get close at all.

"boom!"

An explosion sounded from a distance. It turned out that a seriously injured clansman saw that he was about to fall, so he immediately canceled the shikigami contract. He rushed to the forefront of the position with all his eyes and frantically cast the secret method, and blew himself up tragically. The huge impact force slightly blocked Yi Fan's vertical and horizontal The strong sword energy made Chrysanthemum Zhenxiang lead the tribe a little further.

The other clansmen seemed to be inspired, sang the clan song, turned into a streamer and rushed up, bursting into a huge ball of fire again.

As if inspired, one after another the clansmen became red-eyed, roaring heart-piercingly, and blew themselves up in front of Yi Fan one after another.

Finally, an incomparably burly onmyoji performed the "fitting technique", merged with the shikigami, turned into a mighty warrior like a Hercules, and punched Yi Fan viciously.

Not all Onmyoji are good at spells. There are also people who practice techniques like the Chinese "Shen Da", usually to make up for the lack of talent in spells. If you don't know how to fight, you will probably suffer a big loss.

"Hahaha, Huaxia boy, you finally let me get close, you wake up!"

"is it?"

Yi Fan raised a "little hand" that was not equipped with a wrestler at all, but like a towering mountain, it firmly blocked his fist and remained motionless.

"Nani, you, how can you have such great strength?"

"Heh, what a coincidence, my strongest is actually not spells, but my physical body!"

Yi Fan worked hard on "The Elephant Suppressing Prison Strength", and at this moment, he had the astonishing power of more than 3000 ancient giant elephants in his body. With a light pinch, the fist of the warrior would be twisted and deformed, and then he punched out.

"boom!"

The shock wave visible to the naked eye instantly smashed the big man and the group of people behind him into nothingness, and even the top of the mountain in the distance disappeared out of thin air.

Jian Wuya's heart skipped a beat: "When did this kid learn to be so violent from Xiao Nishang?"

(End of this chapter)