"Here, brother!"

Cao Fan finally recited the mantra.

There are only four simple words, which originated from his temporary whim, but after the transformation of the rules of the Heavenly Dao of the Nine Realms of the Supreme Nine Realms, this sentence possesses amazing magic.

Although the power of the spirit of the Heavenly Dao in the Nine Realms of the Supreme Supreme Realm cannot affect the outside world, Cao Fan imprinted a special seal of the Heavenly Dao Rule on the Heavenly Motivation Creation Technique that Lin Sen practiced. As long as the other party practiced, they would be subtly affected step by step.

Just as the monk who passed the loyalty verification in the Nine Levels of the Supreme Realm was still loyal to Cao Fan after coming out. The influence of this gradually absorbed rule power is still effective even if he leaves the Nine Levels of the Supreme Realm.

After practicing the Heavenly Fortune Creation Art, which has the imprint of the Heavenly Dao, for a year, it is equivalent to staying in the Ninth Level of Taishang Realm for a year, and the accumulated loyalty is almost the same.

At that moment, Lin Sen's body suddenly shook. The eight words "Doluo Beizun, Du Ximoyi" that had troubled him for several months instantly turned into an ethereal force, which opened up his blocked meridians.

From this moment on, he was able to practice again.

At the same time, a powerful force in his subconscious was rapidly affecting his will.

This is a force of faith in the awe and loyalty of the master. All his consciousness is full of the impulse to worship the master. Only the master can bring him strength, opportunity, and achieve the supreme path.

In front of everyone, Lin Sen actually knelt on the ground to Cao Fan, and he leaned down respectfully as if a devout believer.

The audience was in an uproar.

The moment before, Lin Sen rushed towards Cao Fan in a fierce manner and wanted to ask him what the hell was Doro. The next moment, he actually leaned down like a slave, even more humble and loyal than a slave.

This is simply incredible.

Ling Simiao opened her mouth wide in shock and couldn't close it for a long time.

The Supreme Elder whom he had high hopes for actually surrendered to his greatest enemy so much. How can this battle continue?

"You are standing so far ahead, it seems that you are not convinced?" Cao Fan said after glanced at Long.

Long had a strong fighting spirit just now. Apart from Lin Sen, he, the Western Wilderness Demon Cultivator, had the highest cultivation level, and Cao Fan happened to attack him first.

If you dare to invade Kunxu Continent, you have to pay the price!

Without Cao Fan's words, Lin Sen had already stood up and rushed towards Long with murderous intent.

Long was shocked. No matter how powerful he was, he was still only in the body-shaping stage. Lin Sen was a strong man at the second level of the Tribulation Realm. Both sides were not opponents of the same level at all.

He wanted to run away with oil, but Long's control domain had already completely enveloped him. He had no choice but to fight to the death.

No one expected that the extremely glorious sect celebration of Chiyan Sect would turn into such a situation. Some representatives of the sect had already retreated in their hearts.

"Do you fellow Taoists, don't panic. Although this guy doesn't know what magic method he used to deceive my sect, Tai Shang Lin, he only has the cultivation level of the God Transformation Stage. As long as we join forces to kill him, his magic will definitely disperse on its own. Today is an excellent opportunity to kill him!" Ling Simiao sacrificed his eighteen hundred-refined Xuan Ice Swords and inspired everyone with great fighting spirit.

Most of the people present were basically the same as Ling Simiao, and there was no one around Cao Fan who had a cultivation level that exceeded the God Transformation Realm. As long as Cao Fan was killed, Lin Sen of the Chiyan Sect could really wake up.

No matter how you look at it, what Ling Simiao said is the best choice for everyone at present.

Mu Chuanhong first jumped behind Cao Fan and others, and intercepted their retreat. This already showed his attitude.

As a result, other great elders of the Wansheng Sect, Chengyang, and Xiongqi, who were very hostile to Cao Fan, all led people to siege Cao Fan and the others.

As soon as Ling Simiao pressed the control talisman seal of the protected sect in his hand, a series of roars of the activation of the large array immediately sounded inside the Chiyan Gate.

The protection formation of the Chiyan Sect is at the peak level of level 6. As soon as the formation is activated, Ling Simiao's heart is immediately at peace.

Cao Fan looked at Ling Simiao leisurely, without any sign of panic that should have been exposed when he was trapped in a heavy siege.

Ling Simiao's heart sank, and the next moment his face changed drastically.

His sect protection formation rang for a long time, but it was not successfully launched.

"Damn it, how could the protection sect formation fail at this critical moment!" Ling Simiao was really going crazy.

What he didn't know was that when Cao Fan rushed through the mountain gate just now, he had already moved some tampering with the protection formation of the Chiyan Gate.

The sixth-level peak formation is not enough in front of a seventh-level formation master like Cao Fan with outstanding formation cultivation. Although Cao Fan can do very limited operations in a hurry and can only temporarily curb the activation of the sect protection formation, as long as Ling Simiao does not try repeatedly, the sect protection formation will not be activated for a while.

However, Ling Simiao had preconceived thought that Cao Fan could no longer activate the sect protection formation with his outstanding formation cultivation, so he gave up after trying twice.

There are so many strong people present, and even without the power of the formation, Ling Simiao was confident that he could kill Cao Fan.

"Kill him!" Ling Simiao roared and took the lead in urging his Bailian Xuanbing Sword to attack Cao Fan.

A figure suddenly flew out from Cao Fan's side, and his body spun around. When he pulled and put out the golden slingshot in his hand, eight silver marbles shot towards the enemies from all directions.

Ling Simiao only had a silver bullet visiting him, but his eyes were filled with fear.

He couldn't escape this marble!

A bunch of blood splashed up, Ling Simiao's figure had been hit by a silver bullet, and the powerful impact force suddenly knocked him backwards.

But Ling Simiao was not only enjoying this treatment alone. Mu Chuanhong, Chengyang Gong, Xiongqi, Xuan Heng and others who surrounded Cao Fan were also severely injured by silver bullets and even killed on the spot.

At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared in the field. The momentum it emitted just made Qi Yu, who had just rushed up to finish the knife and flew back away with injuries, and spit out a blood arrow halfway.

Cheng Yanggong, the great elder of the Wansheng Sect, who was originally in despair, showed ecstasy on his face. The person who came was not someone else, but Cangjiao, the Supreme Elder who returned to the sect after the Wansheng Sect disappeared for nearly two hundred years.

This time, Cangjiao returned to Wansheng Sect and did not promote it as much as Lin Sen. In fact, the entire Wansheng Sect knew that only the new sect leader Yi Shijun and the great elder Chengyang Gong who returned were the only ones who returned.

Cangjiao didn't originally come to the celebration of Chiyan Sect. However, later he thought that Chiyan Sect was the second largest among the seven major sects in the central district at that time, so perhaps Lin Sen would nod more in finding Cao Fan.

As a result, as soon as he passed through the messy Chiyanmen Mountain Gate, he saw a scene that surprised him.

The boy he had never found for several months was actually in Chiyan Square.

(I was late for more than 30 minutes, the old rules, and I sent red envelopes in the book friend group 29899107.)
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