"Subduing the Demon!" This familiar and unfamiliar voice sounded in his heart, which made Ling Fan, who was in the Jedi, suddenly catch a life-saving straw. The dead heart suddenly became excited, and his ecstasy expression was beyond words.

"Hehe, boy, I've been beaten so cowardly in just a few days?" The demon was still a virtue. Seeing Ling Fan being beaten to a terrible sight, he not only said without comforting him, but also said in a teasing manner.

"Fu Mo, you finally woke up. You are right. I am too weak now and my opponent is too strong. It is better to be beaten to death without being beaten to death with one move, so I still need your help." Ling Fan knew about Fu Mo's temper. If it were normal, he would definitely argue with him. But he knew that it was not the time yet, so he was too lazy to argue with Fu Mo and said directly according to Fu Mo's words.

"Hehe, because of your sincerity, I will do my best to help you with no energy!" The Demon said righteously, but the tone changed in Ling Fan's ears. He knew that the Demon was not a problem to deal with the fifth generation of true zombies, let alone a mere Spirit King. Of course, these were just Ling Fan thinking about it in his heart, and he didn't dare to say it.

The middle-aged man in black robe walked slowly and gently walked towards Ling Fan, who was limp in a pool of blood. He looked at Ling Fan indifferently, as if he was a god above him. Ling Fan had been judged as a dead person in his cold eyes!

He looked at Ling Fan's painful and helpless expression and enjoyed it very much. What he enjoyed was not the pain of others, but the feeling of mastering life and death and dominating other people's fate! The feeling of mastering other people's life and death is more fascinating than power. The peak of power is the emperor, and mastering fate is the god!

Sometimes, people who are in high positions and have great power may not enjoy the pleasure brought to them by power, but the feeling that they can dominate the fate of thousands of people by talking and laughing. If you want him to be born, he will be born, and if you want him to die, he will be dead! What a fascinating feeling, how crazy it is, only this feeling is the most intoxicating and enjoying. The feeling of being a god is far better than the feeling of the emperor.

However, power and mastering life and death are equal and are inevitably connected. The difference is that the world of mortals is bound by various rules and regulations and cannot do whatever they want; while the world of a practitioner is completely a world where he wants. There are no rules and regulations in this world, but only fists. As long as you have strength, you have the right and you can dominate the life and death of millions of people.

A middle-aged man in black robe, he is just the Spirit King. His power has not reached its peak. He has to be controlled by others. He has to obey others. He has to obey others. He cannot dominate the life and death of millions of people. But at this time, he can dominate the life and death of Ling Fan. How easy it is to be addicted to the devil. Mastering the life and death of millions of people is God, and mastering the life and death of a person is also God! Except for the difference in size, the feeling is still the same.

The enjoyment of middle-aged people in black robe is more than a few levels higher than that of those who killed Ling Fan before. People in the past enjoyed the struggle, despair, and helplessness of their opponents before their death. While middle-aged people in black robe enjoyed mastery of life and death. Both of these two enjoyments are huge in terms of artistic conception and mentality, which can also be said to be a sublimation brought by strength in a sense.

However, just as the middle-aged man in black robe was getting closer and closer to Ling Fan, Ling Fan's painful expression showed a hint of joy, which made the middle-aged man in black robe confused, and he thought to himself that the boy in front of him had seen through life and death and accepted it happily.

But he didn't think much about it. Anyway, the boy in front of him was about to die. He didn't believe that Ling Fan, who was seriously injured and dying, could make any waves.

"Young man, this life is a lesson for you. Remember not to be impulsive in the next life. Not everyone can save beauty by heroes. Some people cannot be offended by people like you. The world of monks also has different degrees of wealth and status." The middle-aged man in black robe looked at Ling Fan indifferently, his voice was plain and without any emotion, as if what he stated was the facts.

The middle-aged man in black robe stopped, with a lofty look in his eyes full of pity. He raised his palm, and just as he was about to slap his palm, Ling Fan, who was lying on the ground, showed a strange smile.

The middle-aged man in black robe was shocked and couldn't help but stop the movements in his hand. A dangerous feeling spread in his heart. He didn't know why, Ling Fan's smile actually made him feel palpitations. He couldn't believe that the ant in front of him could make him feel dangerous.

"You are wrong. The world of a cultivator only talks about strength and fists! As long as you can practice and dare to fight, one day, a giant will crawl at my feet." Ling Fan, whose body was pale, had a cold voice. In the stunned eyes of the middle-aged man in black robe, he stood up from the ground and licked the blood on his mouth bloodily, with a hint of blood murder in his eyes. At this time, Ling Fan's body was still Ling Fan, but his strength was no longer his original power.

"How could it be? How could it be??" The middle-aged man in black robe looked at this scene in disbelief, and his legs unconsciously took a few steps back.

"Haha???? Why, I can't believe it?" Ling Fan dragged his bloody body, although he was laughing, but his distorted face, coupled with the rendering of blood, was hideous and terrifying. "Surprised? Fear? Or scared? So what about an ant? When the blood is overflowing, use my magic fist to break the sky!"

"Is it a pleasure to control the feeling of life and death of others?" Ling Fan's blood was still flowing, but his laughter was still not stopped. His bloodthirsty eyes flashed with agrey light. He looked at the shocked middle-aged man in black robe, dragged his body and took a step forward. "I have a permanent life and death, and I have a permanent life and death, and I have no life and death, and no one can decide my life and death! I let me be born and I will live, and I will die, and I will be the controller of my destiny!"

Ling Fan dragged his bloody body and took another step forward. The aura of looking down on life and the power that was the only one in my heart, forced the middle-aged man in black robe to take a few steps back again with a palpitation.

"Impossible??? No, no???" The middle-aged man in black robe didn't believe it. He didn't want to or dare, but he didn't notice that his voice had already trembled. "It must have been used some secret technique. This is a retrospective. Yes, this is a retrospective. This is a forced act of the boy. This is just an illusion, it is fake, fake???"

The middle-aged man in black robe dared not accept what was happening in front of him. This huge gap is not something that ordinary people can accept. He was still a god of life and death just now, but now he has become an ant dominated by others. No one can stand this fact in a short period of time.

"I'm going to kill you! Stinky brat, go to die, I want you to die!" The middle-aged man in black robe finally couldn't bear it anymore. He couldn't stand this atmosphere. He couldn't accept what was happening in front of him. He was going to be driven crazy, so he broke out and he went crazy.

"Boom!" The middle-aged man in black robe tried his best to swing his fist madly, and a huge pressure came overwhelmingly, hitting Ling Fan's body one by one.

But Ling Fan didn't care at all. He let the overwhelming pressure hit his body. He didn't make any defensive posture and just accepted it openly.

"I'm done with the fight? Is it gone?" Ling Fan patted the clothes covered in blood, looked at the middle-aged man in black robe indifferently, shook his head and said dissatisfiedly: "This is what you call the galloping power of thousands of horses? It's not enough, it's not enough to scratch me. Since that's the case, it's time for me to take action."

"Today I will let you see what real power is!"

"Boom!" Ling Fan swung his fist and suddenly blasted towards the middle-aged man in black robe. Then a powerful spiritual pressure burst out from his fist, squeezing from all directions, all squeezing into the body of the middle-aged man in black robe.

The middle-aged man in black robe looked down at his body that had been cracked from the inside out, his face full of horror and his eyes were full of fear and horror. At this moment, he felt that death was so close to him.
Chapter completed!