Chapter 1428 Demon Sacrifice (3)

"The tone is quite loud, but here are the positions of several hall masters!"

With a chuckle, Moxiu stood in front of him and said with a chuckle.

Although he didn't dare to look directly at Lu Fan, the smile on his face was a little mocking.

Lu Fan had a smile on his face, just a mere hall master, it would be strange to scare him.

Back then, Lu Fan was also the head of the fifteenth hall when he was mixed in the magic cultivator.

Before Lu Fan could speak, Senior Brother Han Feng next to him said in a low voice: "Little hall master, is it worth mentioning in front of us?"

Lu Fan glanced at Senior Brother Han Feng and almost laughed out loud.

Is Senior Brother Han Feng pretending to be alright at this time?

Hearing Han Feng's words, the demon cultivator was obviously taken aback.

The pupils dilated and the mouth opened slightly, as if they couldn't believe it at all, these people were so bold. Even the hall master doesn't pay attention.

As soon as his eyes rolled, the Moxiu turned around and left without saying a word.

It seems that standing with Lu Fan and others is dangerous.

Lu Fan laughed and said, "It seems that he thinks we are all lunatics who want to die."

Behind him, Zuo Yundong smiled and said, "A lunatic among demon cultivators, this is the real lunatic!"

Huan Yue interjected: "He must be thinking in his heart, where is this group of idiots, even the hall master doesn't pay attention to it. I'd better stay away from them!"

Everyone laughed out loud.

Fortunately, the surrounding noise was very loud, but no one heard their conversation.

Even a few demon cultivators were amazed at why a group of blood-clothed deacons dared to sit in front.

But in their identities, they dare not go forward and say it. He could only watch from behind, snorting coldly from time to time.

Sit and watch these deacons be killed by the hall masters later!

Half an hour passed, and the demon festival has not officially started yet.

On the contrary, there are more and more demon cultivators.

The demon cultivators who can come in obviously have at least a certain strength.

After a while, Lu Fan saw at least dozens of real blood-clothed deacons walking in.

As soon as they came in, they stood on both sides in an orderly manner. Ordinary magicians dare not provoke them. But they are indeed not qualified to be on the bone chair at the forefront.

Therefore, these blood-clothed demon cultivators were very surprised to see Lu Fan and others in front of the bone chair, and then whispered.

Lu Fan held his breath and could still hear their voices.

"Which church's deacon is this, courting death like this."

"It's probably a group of newcomers who don't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth. It's the first time to participate in the magic festival, so I just sit anywhere."

"Quack, after they are killed by the hall masters, I want the corpses. Don't snatch them from me. I'm short of corpses recently."

"Why are they all yours. Whoever snatches these corpses will belong to them!"

. . . . . .

Lu Fan smiled slightly, these demon cultivators had already started discussing the ownership of their corpses.

It's just that I don't know whose corpse will be lying here.

After waiting for a while, all the magic cultivators around suddenly quieted down.

Then, three men walked in. All the magicians bent down. There were even some who couldn't bend down, and all of them fell to the ground.

"I've seen the hall master! I've seen Lord Demon Saint!"

All Moxiu said with a trembling voice.

Lu Fan didn't react when he heard the word hall master, but his expression changed slightly when he heard the word "Master Mo Sheng".

Han Feng and others also changed their expressions at the same time, but they were covered by the wide blood robe, making it difficult for others to see.

Lowering his voice, Han Feng said, "Junior Brother Lu Fan, why is there a demon saint coming!"

Lu Fan shook his head lightly, expressing his ignorance.

But he was ready to do it. Could it be that the demon cultivators have already found his traces and followed them all the way?

Among the three, the one standing at the front was obviously a demon saint.

He looked heroic, with a suit of warriors with purple dragon patterns, well cut, which brought out his handsome face.

With a blood-red collar, a blood sword is stuck in the waist. The sword is narrow and made of white bones, but it seems to be soaked in countless blood, which is why it is so bloody.

The most notable thing is that there is actually a tail behind him. Like a scorpion, it has a poisonous stinger, which is slightly raised, and the poisonous needle is reflecting the light.

His face was slightly pale, his fingers were slender, and his nails were pitch black. The man nodded and said, "Don't call me Lord Demon Saint, but Lord Xue Sheng, do you understand?"

The demon cultivators around responded one after another.

After a pause, Xue Sheng continued: "As for me, I also passed by here by chance, and I came in to take a look. Now I want to inform you of something. Today, a person broke into Chen's country. According to our investigation, this person is a famous person. Extreme Martial Master, Lu Fan. I don't know the purpose of his coming to Chen Kingdom. But he is definitely not here to play. You all have to keep your eyes open for me. Once you find Lu Fan's trace, report to me immediately. Anyone who can help me find For Lu Fan, I can let him enter the magic pool once, eat a furnace of high-quality magic pills, find a top-quality witch, and by the way, be a comfortable hall master."

The eyes of all the demon cultivators lit up.

For them, such a reward can only be described as rich.

Senior Brother Han Feng sent a voice transmission: "Junior Brother Lu Fan, the price is a bit low. I remember that the bounty for the magic cultivator is not very high!"

Lu Fan smiled slightly, motioning to Senior Brother Han Feng not to speak, and to continue listening.

Xue Sheng glanced around, then clapped his hands and said: "Okay, let's continue. People need to be found, and the magic sacrifice has to be held! What about the master? Tell him to start quickly. I'm in a hurry!"

Xue Sheng said and walked forward.

With two hall masters, he saw Lu Fan and others at a glance.

The two hall masters also noticed something was wrong at this time, why is there a group of blood-clothed deacons here.

Immediately, a hall master stepped forward, pointed at Lu Fan and said, "Give it to me..."

Before he finished speaking, his spirit was directly wounded, he hugged his head, and began to roll on the ground.

"It hurts! It hurts! It hurts!"

Lu Fan didn't even look at Xue Sheng behind him, and said with a smile: "Scorpion, why don't you come and sit, what are you doing standing here?"

Hearing Lu Fan's voice, Xue Sheng frowned.

At this time, he realized that Lu Fan was amazing, and not everyone could possess that tyrannical spirit power.

On the ground, the hall master, who was injured by Lu Fan's soul, got up and wanted to scold Lu Fan.

But he was kicked away by Xue Sheng directly. With a smile, Xue Sheng looked at Lu Fan and said, "You know me?"

Lu Fan said lightly: "It's not acquaintance. It's just that I know it. I don't need to ask you!"

With that said, Lu Fan made a gesture of please sit down.

Xue Sheng became more and more curious about who this person was.

Obviously, this cultivation level cannot be just a little blood-clothed deacon.

The kung fu he used just now is also obviously a killer move in the magic cultivator, which is soul-destroying.

With a smile on his face, Xue Sheng suppressed his temper and sat down beside Lu Fan.

Numerous demon cultivators around, including those who believed that Lu Fan must die just now, watched in shock. Xue Sheng and Lu Fan sat together quietly.