Chapter 3831: Weird long knife

"It's really a weird place. There will be emperor fairy flowers here?" Wang Fan couldn't help but frown, but he didn't stay in place much, but his figure flashed and disappeared instantly.
In this kind of place, he didn't dare to stay in one position, he had to find other monks as soon as possible.
Because he didn't know much about this sacred blue island at all, who knew if this misty area was dangerous.
What frustrated Wang Fan the most was that let alone the fat monk, even A-Lian had lost his trace, as if the two had teleported to a different location.
Wang Fan ran wild for more than ten minutes. At a certain moment, his eyes suddenly lit up, and everything around him became clear.
He looked back and saw that the foggy area behind him had already disappeared, as if it had never existed.
"Illusion?" Wang Fan had a numb scalp. He really hadn't encountered this kind of thing a few times.
However, no matter how he feels, he is completely unaware of the traces of the formation restriction. Obviously, this is not an illusion.
In other words, even if it is an illusion, the other party's method of arranging the illusion is not something he can snoop.
"Ah, I saw the emperor's magic weapon, hurry, go!"
Just as Wang Fan's scalp was numb, a harsh shout suddenly came from a distance, and then Wang Fan heard the booming explosion.
Hearing these voices, Wang Fan couldn't help but change again, and then ran in that direction frantically without any hesitation.
Regardless of whether this is an illusion or not, he intends to find another monk before talking.
It was just a momentary effort that Wang Fan was hundreds of miles away.
Not far in front of him, several cultivators were in a frantic battle, with magic weapons rumbling in their hands.
And in the middle of those monks, there is a long black knife exuding a terrifying atmosphere.
This long knife exudes a frightening atmosphere, which is extremely extraordinary at first glance.
Wang Fan looked at the long knife, but couldn't help but frown slightly. He didn't step forward to it, but watched the scene calmly.
Wang Fan remained calm, but those cultivators did not. During the war, several cultivators had fallen. The red blood dripped to the ground, and the blood completely penetrated the ground.
Wang Fan watched for a while, and found that those monks could not tell the winner or lose in a short time, and he didn't have the mind to keep watching.
He intends to leave, and then to look for other opportunities.
However, just when Wang Fan was about to leave, the long knife that no one controlled, but it seemed to be born with spiritual wisdom, suddenly flew, and flew towards Wang Fan.
Because this scene was too abrupt, no one expected it at all, and the speed of the long sword was extremely fast, so it quickly broke through the encirclement of those people, and walked in front of Wang Fan.
Wang Fan was slightly surprised, but without hesitation, he stretched out his hand and held the long knife in his hand.
The moment he held the long knife, he only felt a terrifying suction coming from him, and his blood started to roar and boil uncontrollably, as if he wanted to rush into the long knife along the palm of his hand.
Wang Fan was horrified, and immediately planned to let go of the long knife, but he was shocked to find that the long knife seemed to be stuck in his hand and couldn't be thrown away at all.
"He snatched the long knife."
"Good guy, look for death!"
"kill him!"
"The mere eighth-layer ants of Xianzun dare to be a fisherman here, looking for death!"
And those monks who were fighting frantically, seeing this scene, were furious in an instant.
They stopped their hands almost instantly, and then rushed towards Wang Fan desperately.
Wang Fan's face was also a little ugly, but he had no time to explain, let alone explain.
His face was cold, and Xianyuan inside his body suddenly rioted, and then forced his blood to be kept from being sucked away, and slashed towards those people with a knife.
Whoosh!
Cut it out with a single knife, and the lacquered blade light penetrated the void directly, sweeping towards the monks.
With a sneer, the ninth-floor cultivator of the Immortal Venerable who rushed forward was strangled by the sword light almost instantly, and there was not even a bit of debris left.
The rest of the monks saw this scene, although shocked, they still did not stop killing Wang Fan, but frantically waved the magic weapon and greeted them.
If it was in peacetime, even if he was besieged by these dozen or so monks, Wang Fan wouldn't really care too much.
Not to mention that he can kill these people head-on, even if he doesn't kill them head-on, he will use the space to move greatly, and there will be absolutely no danger at all.
But now it doesn't work. Although the power of the long knife is terrible, the long knife is also sucking his blood, and he has to suppress his blood from being absorbed.
In this way, his strength is greatly reduced.
"Get out!" Wang Fan roared, and then cut it out with a single knife.
Another monk was killed instantly, but Wang Fan could not completely avoid the attacks of the other monks.
With two sneers, his left shoulder and chest were directly penetrated by two rays of light, and the blood shot out instantly.
"No, I can't continue like this. I have to find a way to get out of here as soon as possible and get rid of this long knife."
Seeing those cultivators kill again with red eyes, Wang Fan murmured gloomily, then turned his head and ran away without saying a word.
He felt as if he had been calculated, and he was calculated very thoroughly.
It's just that he didn't understand, who on earth would calculate the eighth floor of his Immortal Venerable.
This long knife took the initiative to fly towards him, and also wanted to swallow his blood, which was extremely abnormal in itself.
"Chase!"
"You can't escape!"
"Die!"
The cultivators saw that Wang Fan was about to flee, but they didn't hesitate to chase after him where they were willing.
Feeling this scene, Wang Fan felt his scalp numb again, and instantly he planned to escape into the space, moving away from them.
It was only when he wanted to escape into the space that he was shocked to discover that he could not escape into the space at all.
In other words, here, his space has moved greatly, and it has become invalid.
"Could it be that this is really an illusion? But even if it is an illusion, it shouldn't be able to prevent me from escaping into the space, right?"
Wang Fan felt very strange, but couldn't think of a reason, so he could only run wildly.
Three days later, Wang Fan appeared in a desert.
Yes, it is in the desert.
At the same time, he finally got rid of the chase of those monks.
Looking at the endless desert in front of him, Wang Fan felt a little weird again.
This is obviously Shenlan Island, an island, how could there be a desert?
Now, he really doubted that he was in the illusion.
If he is in an illusion, doesn't it mean that the person who arranges the illusion is extremely terrifying? And his life is under the control of others?
Wang Fan was thinking like this in his heart, and a huge fiery red fairy grass suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.
The immortal pearl grass exudes a rich and incomparable celestial aura, not only that, but an extremely profound Taoist rhyme also radiates from it.
This is definitely a valuable celestial grass.
Wang Fan whispered, just about to rush over, but he couldn't help but halted his pace abruptly.
This is a desert, a desert, how could this kind of fairy grass appear?