Even if they were all mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivators, they would not dare to continue fighting in the face of Lin Fan's sudden display of powerful attack methods.

After the two looked at each other, they tacitly planned to run away separately, but they heard another whirring sound coming from under their feet.

They saw streams of ghostly aura as thick as the mouth of a bowl shooting out of the soul-lost sand that trapped them in an instant.

Like densely packed arrows, they pierced directly into their vital points.

Especially the mysterious power that specifically hurts the soul of the immortal cultivator made the two of them even more frightened.

"So strong! Inform the sect leader quickly and tell him that this guy surnamed Lin is too powerful. Even if we join forces, we are no match for him." Mu Chai shouted.

When Junior Brother Pei saw this, he didn't dare to be slow and quickly took out a transmission talisman. After saying a few words, he activated the transmission talisman on the spot.

But at this moment, Junior Brother Pei and Muchai knew very well that they could no longer escape at this moment.

He can only fight to the end with Lin Fan.

"Fellow Daoist Lin, I didn't expect that you are so young, but your fighting ability is so terrifying. However, don't go too far today. If you really push us into a hurry, we will drag you on the road." Junior Brother Pei looked at Lin Fanda indifferently.

As he spoke, he flipped his palm, and a bright treasure fan emitting seven colors of light appeared in his hand.

When Chunhua and Lin Fan saw this, their pupils shrank suddenly.
Chapter completed!