The humble villain

Giving it away, did they really think he was a fool? Lin Fan actually told him that he had given away all of Fang Qing's wealth.

It's so ridiculous that even a dog wouldn't believe it.

"Don't worry, I'm really giving it away."

"But the second thing?"

"Self-binding cultivation..."

At the same time when Lin Fan started to speak, the man in black robes saw him slap his dantian with one palm.

Then a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Crazy, all his mother is crazy.

I'm talking about binding your own cultivation, I'm not asking you to abandon your own cultivation, so what are you doing?

The man in black robe felt that his mental state was not good at this moment.

But it didn't matter. Since Lin Fan's cultivation was ruined, he could force him to tell him where his property went.

Thinking of this, the man in black robe slightly loosened his arm that was holding Luo Xianyu's neck.

At this moment, a sharp pain hit my mind.

Lin Fan suddenly appeared beside him like a ghost, and then tore it apart with force.

He held Luo Xian's arm and threw it out in an instant.

How is this possible? The man in black robe looked at Lin Fan in front of the hall in disbelief.

Then who is this person next to me?

He didn't have time to think. At the same time as his right arm was torn off by Lin Fan, a loud slap hit his face.

This huge force instantly shattered his cheek and sent him flying.

Before the black-robed man's body hit the ground, Lin Fan descended from the sky like a god and stepped on his chest.

“Crunch, crunch~~~~~~Puff~~~~~”

Along with this, the sound of fine bone cracking was heard, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from the mouth of the man in black robe.

Impossible, how could Lin Fan be so strong? Absolutely impossible!

The man in black robe looked in disbelief at Lin Fan, who had destroyed his own spiritual vein at the gate of the palace.

Lin Fan seemed to see through his thoughts.

Weiwei snapped his fingers.

The figure at the palace gate disappeared in an instant, as if it had never appeared.

The black-robed man's pupils shrank when he saw this scene. Illusion, how could Lin Fan have such a high level of attainment in illusion, and he didn't even notice anything unusual.

Lin Fan just smiled slightly at this.

I should have thought of it earlier, with my almost demonic memory and astonishing soul.

The most suitable technique for me should be illusion.

One-to-one reproduction, ultimate restoration.

What a bullshit control weapon and replica technique. I went astray from the beginning.

After obtaining Ying Qi's secret technique, Lin Fan realized that his talent in illusion was probably even better than his physical training.

Thinking of this, Lin Fan smiled evilly.

Then he used some force on his feet.

“Ahhhh~~~~~~~~~”

A heart-wrenching scream came out from the man in black robe.

It hurts, it hurts so much. It's a sharp pain that goes straight to your internal organs.

Lin Fan bent down and tore off the black robe that covered his entire face.

Revealing the old face.

Lin Fan gently patted the old man's cheek and said sarcastically:

"How dare a demonic beast come and act so presumptuously in front of me."

"How dare you!"

Seeing that the old man didn't say anything, Lin Fan grabbed the old man's cheek.

"Tell me, how dare you."

"Forget it. You people of the Demonic Path are very stubborn. I'm sure you won't tell me unless I use some tricks."

Before the old man could speak, Lin Fan sealed the old man's meridians. Then he took out a soul-piercing nail and inserted it into his body.

“Ahhhh~~~~~~~”

The old man's face was twisted by the huge pain. His body was shaking constantly, and heart-wrenching screams came out of his mouth.

Pain! It hurts so much, it's a pain that strikes the soul, it's simply unbearable for a human.

Lin Fan seemed to be used to this scene. He slowly stood up and summoned 19 soul-piercing nails again, suspending them in front of the old man's eyes.

Lin Fan found that he liked this torture device more and more.

No matter how high-ranking a cultivator is, he cannot endure this kind of pain that directly affects his soul.

Fang Yun is indeed a genius in this regard.

You didn't even give me a chance to speak! You let me speak.

The old man felt terrified by the scene before him.

What a beast! Lin Fan actually has nineteen of these horrible things.

It is really hard to imagine what kind of person Lin Fan is.

The old man wanted to explain the truth at this moment, but the huge pain made his muscles spasm and he couldn't open his mouth.

He wanted to transmit his voice, but his cultivation was sealed by Lin Fan.

He could only look at Lin Fan pleadingly.

Lin Fan ignored his pleading gaze and turned to walk towards the sealed Luo Xian beside him.

Then he snapped his fingers and a stream of vital energy flowed into his body.

Almost at the same time, a touch of warmth and tenderness fell into Lin Fan's arms.

Lin Fan gently patted Luo Xian's back and said softly:

"Xian'er, it's okay."

"Well, I'm not afraid, Brother Fan."

"Xian'er, I didn't embarrass you, did I?"

This... Lin Fan’s arm suddenly froze.

"No, Xian'er, you did a great job."

"Just don't do this again in the future."

"Yeah! I understand."

Lin Fan noticed that Luo Xian kept looking at the old man beside him and said softly:

"What's wrong, Xian'er? Do you think I'm too cruel?"

"It's a bit cruel, but since Brother Fan likes it, let's be a little cruel!"

Look at you, what kind of living devil are you?

The old man was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he heard Luo Xian's words, but Luo Xian's next words made him shudder.

No, big sister, don’t do this to me!

"Okay, it's up to you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Fan stretched out two fingers and dropped them down. Instantly, two more soul-piercing nails pierced into the old man's body.

The tremendous pain made the old man's eyes roll back and he almost fainted.

Then a sharp scream came out from the old man's mouth.

The huge sound was deafening, and the sound waves seemed to turn into substance, mixed with traces of blood.

The old man actually broke his throat.

"Brother Fan, he's too noisy."

"it is good."

Almost at the same time as Luo Xian's voice sounded, Lin Fan sealed the old man's five senses.

Luo Xian smiled coquettishly. She really liked the feeling of being cared for by Lin Fan.

Although Lin Fan treated her very well, Luo Xian always felt that something was missing between them.

Luo Xian tapped Lin Fan's solid chest with her green jade finger. Although her force was very light, Lin Fan's body could not stop retreating.

"Dong~~~~~~~"

Lin Fan's calf suddenly hit the throne in the hall. Did he have nowhere to retreat?

At this moment, Luo Xian pushed Lin Fan on the chest and turned over to sit on him.

Then she looked at Lin Fan with a smile in her eyes and said coquettishly:

"Brother Fan, Xian'er won't be a burden."

Then he added another sentence.

"Xian'er, I won't make things difficult for you."

Lin Fan did not speak. Seeing this, Luo Xian stretched out her trembling jade hand and placed Lin Fan's big hand on the base of her plump thighs.

Then he directed it to swim upwards continuously.