Weird World of Immortality

Because there were very few people entering the city, the restaurant also seemed a little deserted. Zhou Fan stepped into the restaurant and saw that there were only four tables in the restaurant.

"Guest officer, do you want to eat or stay?" Xiao Er asked attentively with a smile on his face.

Zhou Fan ignored him, but looked at the man sitting alone at a table in the restaurant.

The man looked like an old peasant, with a look of misery on his face, and he was drinking alone.

He doesn't seem to be someone who can eat in a restaurant in a tattered shirt, especially since he ordered a good table.

Zhou Fan pointed to the man, "I made an appointment with him."

The second child stepped back.

Zhou Fan walked over and sat on the chair opposite the old peasant.

The old peasant didn't even look at Zhou Fan, he raised his glass and took a sip, "Are you from the Yiluan Division?"

The old farmer had a faint smile on his face, which was a confident and proud smile.

"Yes, who are you?" Zhou Fan's dangerous palpitations came from this old farmer. He suppressed this feeling and looked at the old farmer.

Lao Nong doesn't seem to be a cultivator of the Great Wei Dynasty, otherwise, if he sees him, he will probably guess his identity.

It wasn't that he discovered the old peasant, but the old peasant led him to discover him.

"Me?" The old peasant said with a chuckle, "I am me, I am a peasant in Lingxue City who is busy hoeing for three meals all day."

"Farmer?" Zhou Fan also smiled, "It looks like it."

"It's not like it, but it was originally." The old peasant corrected: "Do you know why I didn't kill you?"

"I would like to hear about it." Zhou Fan said, this old farmer always gave him a very strange feeling.

"Because you gave me a very special feeling." The old peasant said, "I don't have this feeling with so many people in Lingxue City. You should be stronger than those in Lingxue City."

This feeling is getting stronger and stronger, not like a cultivator nor like a wit... Zhou Fan's mind turned and said: "I am indeed better than them."

Zhi Jing must have knowledge of the realm of a human monk, but this person seems to know nothing.

"How much better than them?" The old peasant asked curiously.

"It's much stronger." Zhou Fan said, "Can you tell me what happened to Lingxue City?"

"Yes." The old peasant said calmly, "After I woke up, I killed them all."

"Then all I see are dead people?" Zhou Fan asked calmly, looking around the restaurant.

"Yes, they are all dead." The old peasant laughed and said, "Including my mother-in-law, son, and brother, all of them let me kill."

When Zhou Fan found out that the old peasant said this, the people in the restaurant were still doing their own business as usual, and it seemed that they did not hear the scary words from the old peasant, "You kill strangers, I can understand, but why do you even bother your own relatives? Kill them all."

"Because they are no longer worthy of me, it is a hindrance to me." The old farmer smiled brightly, "I killed them so as not to be an eyesore, and in the future I can find the most beautiful women and let them give birth to me. What a beautiful boy."

"I understand, it's the same principle as if a man has money and power, his heart is floating." Zhou Fan nodded and said, "But if you want to find a beautiful woman, there are 100,000 people in Lingxue City, can't you find one that meets your standards? Is it?"

The old farmer was silent for a while before sighing: "I just woke up, and I was complacent. I didn't grasp the power well enough, so I killed everyone. I wanted to keep some."

"You mean awakening?" Zhou Fan said.

"I'm just a peasant, I'm not awakened, how can I have such a powerful force?" The old peasant poured himself another glass of wine, "Don't you believe that I'm a peasant?"

"I didn't believe it before, but now I do." Zhou Fan said, "It's just that I still don't understand, why are you so confident?"

"I may not be your opponent. Do you think there is no one in the whole Wei who is your opponent?"

"You stay here and don't leave, but it's a very dangerous thing."

The old farmer was stunned for a moment, with a blank expression on his face, "Yes, why don't I leave?"

"It seems that you haven't completely lost your mind." Zhou Fan looked at the old farmer pitifully.

"Why do you say that?" The old peasant looked at Zhou Fan with a grim expression and asked, "I've always been sober."

"You don't want to leave because you don't want to leave." Zhou Fan said, "You are no longer the original you, and the original you deep down in your heart kept you in order to wait for me to kill you."

The old peasant crushed the cup in his hand, "So that's the case. If you didn't say it, I still don't understand, but you can kill me?"

The second, the shopkeeper, and the diners in the restaurant all stopped and looked at Zhou Fan.

Zhou Fan didn't look at them. His spiritual thoughts had already unfolded, and he knew they were looking at him.

Little Er, the shopkeeper, and the diners' bodies were flattened, like a leaking ball.

Not only the restaurant, but the entire city, like a leaking ball, slumped down. The same is true for the warriors of Yiluan's mansion and the three Si'an envoys.

"It turned out to be just a layer of skin." Zhou Fan sighed.

The old clothes on Lao Nong's body have turned into bright red blood clothes, and the rich **** aura permeates from the blood clothes.

"They originally had a certain consciousness and would find all kinds of excuses for their own survival." The old farmer's voice became sharp, "This may not be another way of living, but this way of living has been deprived of you. "

Zhou Fan's body has a gushing out of true essence, isolating all the curses that try to erode him. This curse is very powerful~www.wuxiaspot.com~ is constantly consuming his true essence.

He understood that the people in the city were killed by this curse.

"You really have some skills." The old peasant punched out.

Bang!

The entire restaurant collapsed, and in the direction of the fist bombardment, the houses turned into flying ash, and there was nothing in the empty space, and the same was true for Zhou Fan.

The old farmer closed his fists and said coldly, "Maybe I was influenced by the original me to stay here, but what you said is not entirely correct. I am strong enough to not care about staying here."

"Is that so?" Zhou Fan's figure emerged, with a look of disdain on his face.

The clothes on Lao Nong's body became darker and richer, and he punched Zhou Fan again.

Bang!

The huge energy smashed down countless buildings, and even the solid city walls inlaid with runes collapsed.

Zhou Fan walked out of the collapsed house as if nothing had happened, "Is it only this level?"

The old peasant had a look of surprise on his face. The edge of his blood robe rattled. He quickly laughed wildly: "This is impossible. You must have used some special method to avoid my fist."

"Just dodge, what effect can it play?"

The human skins of everyone in the city floated over, making a squeaking sound, and the blood-clothes were absorbed, and the blood-clothes became bigger and bigger, hanging on the ground like a huge blood-clothed cloak.

The whole city was also dyed the color of blood.

The color of blood eroded Zhou Fan's body, turning him into a blood man. His body was melting, turning into a pool of flesh and blood.

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