Chapter 258: Mo Zhi Lingxiao

Ye Fan listened to Brunei's narration, and his face completely sank in the end. There is nothing wrong with the battle between the family and the king.
But the Situ family still didn't let the Wen family go at this moment, obviously holding the mentality of rushing to kill them, which was a bit too much.
After all, if thousands of lives in a family were killed, how different would it be from the behavior of Demon Dao.
"Brunei, don’t worry, it’s all in my body. I have already won a place for Leap Forward this time. I will surely enter the Shattered Earth Temple at that time. As my escort, you will most likely turn to fly. Official disciple of the Locust Hall!" Seeing Brunei's sad face, Ye Fan directly comforted him.
He would have entered the Temple of Splitting the Earth, and his help to Brunei was nothing more than smoothing the tide. Even if Brunei failed to become a regular member, Ye Fan would not sit idly by.
Both the old and the young have helped Ye Fan, with a kind heart, and Ye Fan will help out in return.
"Brother Fan, if you can help me survive the family crisis this time, Brunei will repay you with eternal life!" While speaking, Brunei fell directly on his knees to express gratitude.
As the old saying goes, a man has gold under his knees, but the pressure on Brunei's shoulders is too great, and he almost crushes him directly. Kneeling on the ground at this moment is not a matter of seeing people.
"A big man can bend and stretch, I will naturally help with your affairs, there is no need to do so!"
Ye Fan helped Brunei up at the fastest speed, and there was no slightest contempt in his eyes, but a trace of respect.
Normal people, under such a heavy pressure, may have collapsed or even committed suicide, but Brunei can still stand upright and is a real man.
"In the near end, you should practice well. The boat will be straight at the end of the bridge. Don't think too much, there will be a way to deal with it!" Ye Fan also took out five hundred merit points and stuffed it into Brunei's hands. Ask him to buy some medicine pills, and he wants to become a full-fledged disciple, but he has very high demands on his strength.
Brunei nodded heavily, and at this moment did not shy away from the merit points. The eyes that looked at Ye Fan were only grateful.
After comforting Brunei a few more words, Ye Fan returned to his room and began to comprehend that painting is a prison.
Although painting the ground as a prison is profound and extraordinary, to put it bluntly, it is a pattern derived from martial arts and formations. As long as you can draw these patterns with your own strength, you can display the power of painting the ground as a prison.
Ye Fan spent three days and three nights in the Tongtian Pavilion that day before learning to draw the first pattern, which could confine his body and a small area around him, but he hadn’t cultivated well yet, and it would take a long time to master it. .
"Painting the ground as a prison is a really interesting technique. If I learn all the patterns above, who else is my opponent in this world?" Ye Fan couldn't help laughing while holding the manuscript of the drawing where the ground was a prison.
His words are not exaggerated. The first pattern is already extremely powerful, but the following patterns are more than that. As the difficulty of the pattern increases, it will have a more powerful effect, such as permanently weakening the enemy’s cultivation base and even affecting it. The enemy's mind is confined, and his mind is imprisoned, so that he won't know how the enemy will die.
And what Ye Fan had to do at the moment was to cultivate the first pattern step by step, and then it would become an unexpectedly strong hole card.
In the practice and comprehension, time has been like a white horse. Two months have passed. Ye Fan has taken Qianqiu Pill some time ago and his realm has improved by leaps and bounds. At this moment, his main purpose is to consolidate his cultivation and at the same time focus on the martial art of painting the ground as a prison.
Two months have also made Ye Fan use the first pattern more smoothly, and the duration has also increased a lot, with a significant improvement.
"Crack!"
On this day, the sky above the residence of the disciples of the Migratory Locust Palace suddenly thundered and the world changed.
Many of the migratory locust disciples who were cultivating rushed out of their homes for the first time, looking to the east in surprise, where a black cloud was rolling over, covering the sky, containing the strong momentum of black clouds pressing the city. Go straight to the disciple's residence.
"This...this is the power of the magic way!" Before the black cloud arrived, the strong aura radiating from a high altitude in the distance had already caused many disciples below to change their complexions and look shocked.
Such a powerful magic power is simply unheard of, unseen, and it is not what they can imagine.
When everyone was shocked, the black cloud in the distance was approaching, and a voice resembling the sky came from inside: "The Supreme Demon Lord is here, you wait for the ants to kowtow!"
"Magic Lord!"
Hearing this word, many migratory locust disciples below were almost stunned.
"Wow!"
At the moment when the trembling voice fell, the black cloud completely descended with infinite darkness, and enveloped the entire disciple's residence.
There was a strong pressure from the magic path above, which made many disciples of migratory locusts feel deeply pressured. Some disciples had never experienced the power of such a domineering magic path. Overwhelmed on the ground, he couldn't lift his head at all.
"Devil Venerable, this is the legendary Demon Venerable. Everyone, run quickly and inform the sect strong..." Many migratory locust disciples woke up at almost the same moment, and their faces were full of fear.
Although he was a disciple of the first sect of the dynasty, it was inevitable to be frightened when he heard the prestige of Demon Lord, after all, the latter was one of the strongest of Demon Dao, the strongest existence besides the master of the blood sect.
"Quack, dignified High Heaven Hall, I didn't expect to raise a group of rat generations. The demon Lord only showed a little breath, you are so scared, it is ridiculous!" In the dark clouds, a different kind of black mist Suddenly emerged, human-shaped, floating up and down, grinning grimly.
"This person is a fantasy demon, the sixth demon, who has killed countless righteous people of us!" Seeing the appearance of this black mist, some disciples who were knowledgeable exclaimed again, the power of the demon is before the power, and the power of the magic is behind. , But both brought them great fear.
The power of the phantom is not comparable to those present, let alone the demon.
"Ye Fan child, Master Demon Lord is here, don't hesitate to come out and die!"
For the fear of many disciples, Illusory Demon didn't care at all. At this moment, he seemed to be the spokesperson of Demon Venerable, shouting towards the entire disciple's residence.
"What, these two demon masters actually came to Ye Fan!" As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar among the disciples, and the many disciples around who had planned to withdraw from their residence also stopped, with a surprised expression. Turned around.
Since the Demon Lord was not here to kill innocent people, they had nothing to fear.
At the same time, many disciples looked at a small corner, where, due to the special orientation, it was not completely covered by darkness, and a little sunlight shot down in the sky, making a small house particularly conspicuous.