"Catch him!"

The martial saint who returned to the sect of Wanjian sect shouted.

The more than one hundred disciples of Wanjian Guizong rushed towards Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan frowned slightly.

I didn't expect these people to come in so soon.

But he was not worried at all.

I think I'm afraid of you if I have too many people?

I was afraid of you if you had a Martial Saint?

Maybe you can't play with you elsewhere, but in Silent Hill, you are all brothers!

Thinking of this, Zhang Fan pulled a strange smile at the corner of his mouth, then quickly stretched out a pair of blood wings and flew forward.

Although the disciples of Wanjian Guizong flew with swords faster than ordinary disciples using clouds, they were far less than Zhang Fan's speed.

Zhang Fan was still afraid that they would not be able to keep up, so he slowed down.

When Wuxiangmen saw that Wanjian Guizong could not catch up with Zhang Fan, they also followed him to chase Zhang Fan.

But the disciples of these two major sects could not catch up with Zhang Fan.

Only the two martial saints from these two major sects can barely keep up with Zhang Fan's speed.

But it’s just that I can keep up, and it’s still a little bit short of being able to catch up.

"The other sects won't be able to round him up together!"

The Martial Saint who returned to the Sect of Wan Jian roared.

The Martial Saint spoke, but no other sect dared to disobey it.

More than 4,000 people came to round up Zhang Fan.

In addition, there were a total of seven martial saints who all surrounded Zhang Fan.

These martial saints become more and more angry the more they pursue.

These martial saints are always high-ranking existences.

Just the Emperor of Wu was two levels lower than them, and they could thorn things to death with just a move of their fingers.

Today, the five martial saints, who were surrounded by more than 4,000 people, could not even catch a single hair of that boy. This is simply outrageous!

In desperation, these five martial saints had to chase and lay some energy barriers.

This is used to compress Zhang Fan's activity space.

Sure enough, Zhang Fan's range of activities became smaller and smaller, and he was eventually surrounded by five martial saints and more than 4,000 people.

"Boy, see where you will run away!"

A martial saint called out.

Zhang Fan smiled and raised his hands: "Okay, I won't run away, I won't run away..."

The Wuxiangmen monk, Martial Saint, raised his right palm to his chest and pronounced the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, donor, we don't plan to make things difficult for you. We just want to ask you a few words."

Zhang Fan took a few breaths and said, "Ask? OK, ask."

The Wuxiangmen Wuxiang Martial Saint was about to speak, but suddenly heard the encirclement and a strange sound came from the encirclement.

“Ga—Ga—ah—uh—Ga—Ga—”

This strange sound makes people feel uncomfortable.

It's like the scream of someone being choked.

Zhang Fan's mouth smiled.

Here comes!

Everyone turned their heads alertly and looked in the direction where the sound came.

Outside the woods, a figure gradually appeared in the gray fog.

But this figure did not walk like normal walking, but like those low-level zombies whose legs were broken.

It's crooked, slanted.

And while walking, he made a "haha-ah-uh-" sound.

Gradually, the man got closer and closer, and everyone saw it more and more clearly.

When he was only more than ten meters away from everyone, everyone finally saw clearly.

This is not an individual at all, but a personal monster.

It was naked all over its body, and its skin was burned.

Its head is even more weird.

A human-shaped head has no eyes, nose and ears.

Only the mouth that seemed to have been torn apart with bloody mouth, opened and closed, making a "gaga-ah-uh-" sound, which made people feel extremely uncomfortable.

Seeing this strange monster, all of those people felt their scalp numb.

This is simply a collection of ugly, disgusting, perverted, bloody, distorted, desperate, idiot….

People in the fairy world have occasionally seen some genetic beasts, and even the most disgusting monsters, they are zombies.

But compared with this monster, zombies are simply angels.

The disciple of Wanjian Guizong, who was closest to the monster, saw it and shouted: "Stop!"

But the monster didn't seem to hear him.

The left leg breaks forward at 90 degrees from the calf;

The right foot directly reversed 180 degrees.

Bent over and bent on your back.

Continue to make that unpleasant cry and walk towards the disciple.

The disciple's expression changed slightly: "Stop!"

But the monster still didn't stop.

A disciple of Wanjian Guizong turned to Zhang Fan and asked, "What the hell is this?"

Zhang Fan did not come back, but a strange smile broke out on the corner of his mouth.

At this moment, the disciple of Wanjian Guizong, who was closest to the monster, saw that the distance between them was less than five meters, and he angrily said, "If you don't stop, I will take action!"

But the monster still had no intention of stopping.

The disciples of Wanjian Guizong could no longer bear it.

He put his two fingers together with his right hand, pointed forward suddenly, and shouted, "Draw the sheath!"

Knock-

The sword body and the scabbard made a crisp friction sound.

The sword was like a green shadow, instantly unsheathed and flew towards the monster.

Chi-

The long sword accurately pierced the monster's head.

Then he flew back to the disciple of Wanjian Guizong with precise results, and then he choked and entered the sheath.

When everyone saw that the monster was penetrated with a hole in his head, they were very impressed by Wan Jian's method of returning to the sect.

However, at this moment, the scabbard on the disciple's back made a sound of wailing sound.

Then his metal scabbard was corroded by a sticky blood-red mucus.

It turned out that the monster's blood was a high-intensity acid. After being contaminated with the sword body, it was brought back.

At this moment, the disciple of Wanjian Guizong screamed in a long scream.

"ah--"

When everyone went to see him again, they saw him rolling on the ground and screaming.

The clothes on the back had been corroded to pieces.

The skin on the back has also been corroded, and the bones inside are making sizzling sounds, and blood-red bubbles are constantly emitting a fishy smell.

The blood-red viscous liquid fell on the ground, and the ground was corroded into a pit the size of a human head.

Everyone was shocked to see this, and disciples from other sects scattered.

All the disciples of Wanjian Guizong gathered up and tried to rescue the disciple.

But at this moment, a crackling sound was made in the monster's mouth.

Its pair of twisted and deformed arms covered its bloated stomach, and a gurgling sound kept making in its throat.

"Not good, retreat quickly-"

The Martial Saint of Wan Jian Returning to the Sect quickly ordered.

But, it's too late.

After a gurgling sound came from the monster's throat, suddenly-

vomit----

Its mouth was like a mouth torn apart by a person, and a smelly and viscous liquid was sprayed out like the nozzle of a sprinkler truck.
Chapter completed!