The crazy junior sister Yin turned into a dog, and the sky was full of gods and Buddhas and took a d

He Mu and Yan Qingfeng were in a stalemate, while Ming Fan and Mu Ming were equally matched.

By comparison, it seems that Lin Wanshu and his companions are exceptionally fast.

The people of Zedu Continent are strong, but they can't stand up to these perverts.

Among the people from Futu Sect, Mu Ming, who had the highest cultivation level, was intercepted by Ming Fan. As for the remaining people, it was easy for them to be defeated when facing Lin Wan, Shu Leshan and others, none of whom liked to play by the normal routine.

The paths chosen by Lin Wanshu and the others, one of them facing off against a good junior fellow disciple from the Futu Sect, needless to say what happened next.

Those people from the Futu Sect were like ducks chased by an eagle. After flapping their wings a few times, they were all knocked unconscious.

Le Shan looked at the Nascent Soul stage medicine cultivator who had fainted on the ground and couldn't help but frown.

Didn't they say that the cultivators outside of the Qi Ling Continent were very strong? Is that all?

Mu Ming waited and waited, but his fellow disciples from the same clan never showed up.

"Who are you waiting for?" Ming Fan smiled jokingly. A water phantom was broken, and another water phantom in the appearance of Ming Fan appeared.

Ming Fan has many tricks, and he always throws out various magical weapons from time to time.

Those magical weapons are rare treasures, but it can be seen that she is not very familiar with them and cannot exert even one percent of their power.

It was also because of this that he was not too flustered when dealing with Mingfan.

Now, it’s this annoying water-condensed phantom again. He can break dozens of phantoms at the same time, but Ming Fan always has a way to condense a new batch of phantoms faster.

Mu Ming defeated them one by one. He didn't want to play with her anymore.

"Mingfan, I admire you very much."

Mu Ming smiled and said, if they were all born in Zedu Continent and were fellow disciples of Futu Sect, perhaps the result would be different.

"?" Ming Fan was caught off guard by his sudden show of goodwill. After reacting, Ming Fan tilted his head and asked, "No, brother, we can play around, but don't joke about our feelings."

What is the relationship between the two of them? If one wants to live, the other must die.

In response to this sudden confession, she just wanted to say, brother, we are not suitable.

Mu Ming blocked out her crazy words out of habit, and the spiritual power in his hands surged, once again breaking up the phantom she had condensed and the thousands of sword shadows behind her.

Of course, the price was that his arm was instantly covered in blood.

Ming Fan gritted her teeth. She and Mu Ming had been fighting for too long. Even though she had a spirit gathering formation, the spiritual power she consumed could not keep up with the supply.

Mu Ming seized this opportunity and threw a bundle of scrolls at Ming Fan's body. Thinking of the question Ming Fan had just asked him, he kindly answered it.

“I’m not waiting for anyone.”

Ming Fan chopped down three spears, and the scroll was bounced away. Hearing his belated reply, he nodded in agreement: "That's right, after all, no one will come."

"Yes."

Mu Ming grinned wickedly, and the thrown scroll grew in the wind and slowly unfolded.

A scroll painting unfolded above Ming Fan's head, with lush mountains and rivers in it, looking full of vitality.

"Enjoy your last moments." Mu Ming stood with his hands behind his back, quietly watching Ming Fan's figure quickly pass by.

Ming Fan performed the Qingfeng Jue at a fairly fast speed, but no matter how fast she ran, the painting above her head seemed endless. No matter which direction she went, the painting seemed to have eyes and moved with her.

"Still not fast enough!"

Ming Fan took out a few flying talismans and stuck them on himself.

But the result was still the same as before. No matter how fast she was, it was still not faster than the speed at which the scroll grew.

"What's going on?" Ming Fan looked up and examined the painting.

The lush and green scene just now has completely changed.

In the picture, above the mountains and the sea, there were pairs of densely packed eyes and hands and feet. When Ming Fan looked at them, they seemed to come to life, stretching out from the painting and pulling towards Ming Fan.

"Stop struggling, it's useless."

Mu Ming curled the corners of his mouth and looked at Ming Fan running around in a mess. For some reason, he felt happy.

Thousands of hands and feet stretched out from the scroll, grabbing Ming Fan and dragging her into the scroll little by little.

Ming Fan bit her tongue and sprayed a cloud of blood towards those hands and feet, but the hands and feet were still holding her tightly.

It turned out not to be an illusion. Ming Fan gritted his teeth. This thing was a bit tricky.

What emerged from the scroll was not a ghost, so Ming Fan's method of dealing with ghosts was simply not feasible.

Ming Fan disappeared from the air in the blink of an eye, and the layers of hands and feet on her body submerged her.

The eyes in the painting narrowed in satisfaction, and the expression seemed to be smiling.

Ming Fan was dragged into the painting. In a flash, everything happened in a split second.

The scroll lost its target, and the hands, feet and eyeballs in the picture turned into ordinary flowers, plants and trees again. The light flashed, and finally dimmed, turning into a scroll that fell to the ground.

"No one can come out of the Taiyin Ten Thousand Demons Map alive, Mingfan, what a pity."

It’s a pity that the strange fire in her body cannot be used by herself.

If he wanted to take the strange fire from Ming Fan before, now he just wanted her to die, that's all.

She was the first one who could push him to this point.

"Ming Fan."

Mu Ming muttered Ming Fan's name softly, then squatted down and put away the scroll.

The figure flashed and the whole person disappeared on the spot.

As for those fellow disciples? Haha, the life and death of those useless people is none of his business. He is tired of pretending to be gentle and humble.

……

"How is it, have you seen the little apprentice sister?"

"I don't have any."

As soon as Ronghua and Leshan met, they asked about Mingfan's whereabouts.

Lin Wanshu on the side had a cold expression on his face. He Mu, Rong Hua and Le Shan had all returned, but there was no trace of Ming Fan anywhere. So now, they could only wait for Xiao Yunyang to come back.

As soon as Xiao Yunyang appeared, he saw several of his fellow apprentices with serious looks on their faces. The last time they looked so serious was when he was with his junior sister at Wuwang Peak.

"……What's wrong?"

Xiao Yunyang stepped forward and looked around: "Where's the junior sister?"

No one speaks.

Du Chiyan stabilized Shi Yue and He Mu's injuries, then looked at Xiao Yunyang.

"There is no sign of Mingfan... nor is there any sign of Muming."

After these words were spoken, everyone felt heavy in their hearts.

I searched the entire mountain, but couldn't find Mu Ming or Ming Fan. Given the incompatible attitude between them, the situation would not be good no matter what.

The hill where Xiao Yunyang went was the one where Ming Fan and Mu Ming were confronting each other.

But when he arrived, the place was empty.

Xiao Yunyang released the tracking talisman given by Le Shan. The paper butterfly fluttered around and finally stopped in the middle inexplicably. After that, there was no more.

At this time, Ming Fan had been dragged into the Taiyin Ten Thousand Demons Map. The surrounding trees were as lush and green as what she had seen outside before.

There were birds singing and flowers blooming all around, and the breeze was blowing gently. Ming Fan could feel it, this was real.

I didn't expect that there was actually a world inside the scroll.