Chapter 412: Alarm bell rang

"What? The last chance? Who do you think you are? Our leader is the Son of God, you don’t know where the smell came from..."
"Noisy!"
boom!
Su Fan blasted out with a punch and beat the disciple of Wan Pozong who was chattering into blood mist!
The disciples of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect who looked guarded all around breathed, all looking at Su Fan in disbelief.
This disciple who was beaten to death by Su Fan had the eighth level of a soul master.
Was he beaten to death with such a simple punch?
But they didn't even see the cultivation base of the black-robed man in front of them!
The two Saint Child leaders were all confused, because with their strength it was impossible to kill a spirit master eighth-level cultivator so easily.
But this black-robed man did it.
This only illustrates one problem.
That is, the strength of this black-robed man is far more than either of them!
"Now you are willing to say it!"
Su Fan glanced lightly at the leader of the Saint Child who had been questioned by him before.
"Yes, yes, senior, I say I say!"
The leader of the Saint Child wiped away his cold sweat and said, he was scared by Su Fan's strength.
"speak!"
"The formation core of the Huzong Great Formation is placed in the Hall of the Elders, guarded by ten chief elders and two ancestors in turn!"
The leader of the Saint Child directly stated the location of the core of the guardian formation.
"Elder's Hall?" Su Fan's eyes narrowed: "Aren't you lying to me?"
"No, no, I'm telling the truth, if you don't believe me, ask them!"
He seemed to feel a little coldness in Su Fan's tone, and the leader panicked.
"Senior, the leader really didn't lie. The core of the formation was taken care of by the chief elders and the two great ancestors!" One of the leader's sons stood up and said.
"Okay, then I will believe you once and tell me the location of the Elder Hall!"
In fact, Su Fan just wanted to defraud these Ten Thousand Poison Sect disciples.
To Su Fan, the news that the core of the formation was in the Palace of the Elders did not surprise him.
This kind of important item related to the safety of a sect is correct only if it is handed over to the strongest person in the sect.
Then, the leader of the Saint Child informed Su Fan of the location of the Elder Hall.
Su Fan did not leave after getting the answer he wanted to know, but suddenly sneered.
This laughter made the Wan Pozong disciple in the small house hairy.
They didn't understand what Su Fan really meant.
"Senior, why are you suddenly laughing?"
The leader of the saint son suppressed the panic in his heart and couldn't help asking.
"Humph!" Su Fan glanced at the other party, his eyes seemed to instantly see through the secret hidden in his heart: "You must be thinking now, I will be solved by those elders and ancestors of your sect?"
The pupil of the leader of the saint child shrank and couldn't help but back up several steps, secretly saying that this person is not a monster!
Indeed, that's what he thought in his heart.
The reason why he directly told Su Fan that the core of the formation was in the hands of the elders was because he believed that Su Fan could not come out of the Elder Hall alive.
"You can do whatever you want, anyway, I won't care about this with the dead!"
Su Fan said with a faint smile. With a wave of the big sword in his hand, before the many Poison Sect disciples in the room hadn't reacted, the sword cut off the head of the Saint Child leader.
"What a fast sword!"
The head that fell to the ground lost its vitality after spitting out four words with a dull expression.
"leader!"
The disciples of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect who belonged to this Saint Child leader’s camp screamed. One of them even jumped out and asked Su Fan angrily:
The leader has told you the core of the formation, why are you killing him? !"
"I never said it. He told me the answer, and I will let him go! And..." Su Fan looked at the other Ten Thousand Poison Sect disciples in the house unkindly, with a dangerous light in his eyes: " I have no plans to keep you alive!"
Huh!
Su Fan's voice fell, and the big sword in his hand shook slightly, and the room suddenly saw the sword aura, and the sharp interlaced sword aura wiped out the remaining Saint Child leader and Wan Pozong disciple!
"Is the elder hall? I'm here!"
Su Fan opened the door, looked at the location of the elder's hall and smiled.
...
The Wanduzong elder hall is located in the center of the Wanduzong complex.
Su Fan swiftly moved forward following the route indicated by the leader's disciple.
Boom!
At this moment, he heard a faint bell ringing from the deepest part of Ten Thousand Poison Sect. Immediately afterwards, like a relay, one after another bells rang from far to near.
Boom!
Another bell rang, very clear. Su Fan raised his head slightly and found that there was a small bell tower less than a hundred meters away from him. The bell that just rang came from this bell tower.
"Huh? Someone is here?"
At this moment, Su Fan heard a series of footsteps coming from here, his figure shook, and he hid in a shadow, as if he instantly merged with the darkness.
Not long after Su Fan had just hid, a dozen disciples of Wan Pozong appeared in his field of vision.
The cultivation bases of these dozens of people are not high, the strongest person is only the fifth level of the soul, and the rest are souls.
But that's the case, those disciples of the Soul Realm still look at the disciple of the Soul Realm with a kind of worship from time to time.
It seems that in their eyes, that soul scholar realm disciple is their role model.
"Brother Wen, why did the alarm bell that hasn't sounded in decades suddenly sounded this time?"
A disciple of the Soul Realm looked at the disciple of the Soul Realm.
"I heard from the master, it seems that an outsider broke in through the poisonous mist!" Senior Brother Wen thought for a while and said.
"What? That poisonous mist miasma has been combined with the maze, even if the soul king is not necessarily broken, is this person the soul king?"
"Probably not!" Senior Brother Wen shook his head and said, "Maybe this person just happens to be proficient in formations!"
"Proficient in formations? Isn't this person a formation mage?" someone exclaimed.
"This junior is bad!" Senior Brother Wen waved his hand: "A good formation master not only needs to be proficient in the formation, but also must crack the formation! My master said, this person just broke in, but didn't crack it. The maze outside! It can be seen that this person is not an array mage at all!"
"Oh, that's how it is!"
These souls realm disciples suddenly realized.
"Wow, Brother Wen, you know so much!"
A female disciple said admiringly, and the corners of her eyes showed a hint of love.
"If this junior girl is interested, we can find a time to chat privately!"
Seeing this female disciple's obsession, Senior Brother Wen swallowed with a move of his throat.
In fact, he didn't have any real talent for learning. What he said just now was all told to him by his master. He just learned and copied the original words of the master.
(End of this chapter)