Although the Blood Demon Ancestor is extraordinary, it is obvious that he is not a saint who has overcome the hurdle in his heart and has been promoted. He is far less powerful than he imagined. At most, he is only as strong as an ordinary Hunyuan King in another world, and may be slightly inferior.

The formation was disrupted by the fire of karma and was in chaos, so Chen Pan naturally attacked him directly.

I don’t know all about my situation, but I know at least seven points. The Blood Demon Ancestor knew that the obstacles in his heart had not been overcome, which meant that the inner demon was terrible. Once he was touched by the karma fire, there might be trouble, so he naturally kept dodging.

Seeing Chen Pan sending him over with his palm, his aura was terrifying and unstoppable. The Blood Demon Ancestor was shocked. At the critical moment, the white wound suddenly blocked the front.

"Thorn!" Baishu was covered in dark yellow and golden light, like a solid metal wall.

He was in the opposite way and was in a way that both sides suffered losses. In the previous battle situation, his joining was not very meaningful, and it was appropriate to stand in front of the Blood Demon Ancestor at this time.

If Chen Pan took a picture, he would definitely hurt himself and others would have a chance. If Chen Pan was worried, he immediately stopped the move and saved the Blood Demon Ancestor.

He should be able to stop the move, Bai Shan said in his heart. He has not had much dealing with Chen Pan, and he knows that the other party will do unexpected things because of some principles of being a human being, but he is definitely not a simple and reckless person.

This trick can certainly cause serious injury or even death, but Chen Pan himself will not be able to have a good life.

Although he thought so in his heart, things were unexpected. Chen Pan naturally knew about the ability of Baishen, but he still had no intention of stopping the move and killed him with all his strength.

The white wound also reacted very quickly. He immediately sacrificed a talisman and a burst of mysterious light appeared on his body. This was a defensive talisman bought from the old man in the guard. According to him, he could block the attack of the Hunyuan strong man, with extraordinary effect and very expensive.

"Boom!" With a palm, the air waves rolled, the sky collapsed and the earth cracked, and the entire Changling County shattered in an instant. A huge five-finger handprint appeared on the ground, like a lake.

Bai Shao was covered in blood and almost became human. His breath was chaotic and he was seriously injured. He was frightened in his heart. Chen Pan's strength was stronger than he thought. Even though he used a talisman that could block the attack of the Hunyuan strong man, he almost died.

In an instant, he remembered the scene when he purchased the talisman before the mission.

"You want to go too?" asked him the old man who was guarding the door.

Baishang nodded: "Yes, on the border of Zhongshenzhou, I had become enemies with him. In the future, he would not die if he died. I have no reason not to go for such an opportunity. If you want to stop me, I have no choice."

The old man guarding the door has a good relationship with Chen Pan. Everyone knows how deep it is, but no one knows it.

The old man shook his head: "I won't stop you, I just want to persuade you. There is a death energy on your face. If you stay in the Valley of Evils, you can naturally resolve it. If you go out, you will die without life. Seeing that you have helped me a lot of small things in your business in taking care of me over the years, I just remind you. Don't forget that Chen Pan killed many powerful people in another world on the space battlefield back then, and there were countless stronger people than you."

"I know, just the person who sent the mission said that that was not Chen Pan's real strength. He can no longer use it now, just a saint."

The old man shook his head again: "What others say is not something I can confirm after all. I will say that. Now even if I don't have the confidence to beat him."

What the old man said seems not to be arbitrary guessing. Is there no life in ten deaths? I always have to fight for it! I have suffered severe injuries, but I have not lost confidence.

The reverse injury Taoist pattern has a special effect. With the white injury, the current cultivation level can rebound at least 70% of the damage. Chen Pan slapped this palm without leaving any force, and the attack power is very terrifying.

The Pan Jue and the Dao pattern of life are like the strongest shield. Under the sky and earth, you can slap it with all your strength, like an extremely powerful spear. The contradictions face each other, what is the result?

With a muffled groan, Chen Pan was covered in blood, and his whole body seemed to be bombarded by a terrible force. His breath was in chaos in an instant, and his huge body staggered, he took a few steps back and almost fell down.

He has strong recovery ability, but relatively speaking, his defense is somewhat insufficient. He did not retain any strength at this blow, and he was injured very much.

For everyone, this is an excellent opportunity. It is like a serious injury and is about to die. It will not come again again. However, there is still karma fire in the sky, and everyone has been away from Chen Pan for a while, so it is difficult to take action at all.

Just as the puppet saints and others were sighing, suddenly, a black light appeared out of thin air in the void, like a poisonous snake, and rushed towards Chen Pan.

Although this black light did not have any brilliant light or vigorous flow of true energy, it made people feel an extremely terrifying aura.

Wumangnai is a sword, holding the hilt in a faint, almost invisible figure.

The black light was filled with solemn and murderous aura, which was formed by the gathering of killing patterns, which was extremely terrifying.

"Kill the Saint!" Someone exclaimed. This man's moves and skills were exactly the same as the rumored Kill the Saint who was famous all over the world. But didn't Kill the Saint leave the ancient continent? How could it be still there? Moreover, Kill the Saint had made a name for Chen Pan back then, so how could he face him at this time?

No one explained this. The black light suddenly arrived and pierced Chen Pan's Zi Mansion, and pierced into his eyebrows in an instant. Even with Chen Pan's physical defense, he still couldn't stop it.

"Success!" Everyone was shocked and turned to joy. The purple palace was stabbed and the soul was shattered. Even the most powerful Hunyuan powerhouse could not escape the death path.

Regardless of whether this person killed the saint or not, if there is any reason, as long as Chen Pan dies, it will be a blessing for them.

"Haha, I've been waiting for you for a long time!" A burst of laughter was Chen Pan's voice.

What happened? Everyone didn't know, but they immediately knew the answer.

Chen Pan, who was in the world, opened his mouth in a big mouth, and an ordinary-shaped Chen Pan flew out and punched him directly on the faint shadow, knocking him away.

Chen Pan, who was in the world, gradually disappeared, and Chen Pan, who was in ordinary shape, chased the shadow and killed him.

"So you are the destiny!" Chen Pan punched out without any mercy.

"Destiny? It turns out that this mission was released by him, which is interesting. Unfortunately, you guessed it wrong, I am not, but it doesn't matter. Today you will die in my hands." The shadow chuckled, and the black light appeared in his hands in an instant. Chen Pan's punch just now seemed to have caused him much damage.

"So it's the second disciple of Killing the Saint, no wonder it's so powerful!" Everyone suddenly realized that being so powerful, either Killing the Saint, it's naturally his disciple.

The two great disciples of Killing Saint, the eldest disciple manages the inner valley of the evil people's valley and never goes out. The second disciple inherits his mantle and is very extraordinary. This man was comparable to the sword saint's disciple Jian Mingsheng, and he should be the top figure in Chen Pan's generation.

But everyone still couldn't react to why two Chen Pans appeared, but one of them was mixed with emotion.

It was a waste of pain. How could he not understand at this moment? The palm he just now had wasted was in vain. (To be continued...)

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