Rebirth: Return of the Abandoned Young Man

"How dare you..." The high priest glared at him angrily. He never thought that Zhuo Bufan would attack outrageously. He was the young master of their Black Witch Cult, and he was blown away.

"Why don't you dare?" Zhuo Bufan said, his figure flickered, and then he pulled out an illusory shadow on the spot, and punched at the young suzerain.

Before the young master could react, he flew upside down again, a transparent fist hole was punched in his chest, and he stared at Zhuo Bufan with wide eyes, which were full of anger.

The Black Witch Cult is rampant in the southwestern region, and his status and status as the young suzerain is extremely high. He has never encountered such a thing. He dared to kill him even if he disagreed with him. What surprised him even more was that Zhuo Bufan was too strong. .

"Huh."

Zhuo Bufan stopped, frowned, and looked at the transparent fist hole in the Young Sovereign's chest. His eyes could see through the front to see the back, but there was not a single drop of blood flowing out, only a cloud of black mist lingered inside. Visible speed recovery.

"You dare to kill me?" The Young Sovereign's face was cold, with a hint of anger and gloom in his eyes.

"Incarnation outside the body?" Zhuo Bufan was slightly surprised. The incarnation outside the body is a supernatural power only possessed by great cultivators in the transformation stage. There are tens of thousands of incarnations. How could there be a power in the stage of transformation on the earth? This is completely unreasonable. possible things.

After a careful glance with his divine sense, Zhuo Bufan finally understood what was going on. The young suzerain in front of him was not a real young suzerain at all, but just a body refined with evil spirit. Manipulated by spiritual consciousness, he stepped into the mundane world to handle things for the real young suzerain.

No wonder his body can be repaired immediately after punching through his body. It must be some kind of secret technique of the Black Witch Cult.

It's just that there is a huge difference between this kind of secret technique and the supernatural power of the supernatural power in the transformation stage. It's just controlling a certain body with spiritual consciousness, and it can't exert relative strength at all.

The Young Sect Master stared at Zhuo Bufan, and said with a cold expression: "If you surrender to me now, I will spare you, otherwise, don't blame our Black Witch Cult for chasing and killing you."

Zhuo Bufan sneered, and punched out again, the sound of the fist exploded, and directly punched seven or eight holes in the body of the young suzerain.

"I said, you can't kill me like this." The young suzerain's face did not change at all, and the transparent punch hole on his body had begun to heal slowly under the repair of the black mist.

Everyone looked at the scene in front of them in amazement, no matter how many fists Zhuo Bufan hit on the young suzerain, the other party could heal quickly.

"Could it be that such a person can't be beaten to death?" Tan Yong's eyes widened, showing surprise. If he can't be beaten to death, how can he be beaten?

Elder Liao and Liao Wen, the White Witch, turned pale when they saw the members of the Black Witch Cult. The Black Witch Cult practiced poison, curse, and all kinds of powerful soul arts, and they had always been hostile forces to the White Witch.

"Is this the undead soul technique of the Black Witch Cult?" Elder Liao was well-informed, and he could see the problem of the young suzerain at a glance.

This is a forbidden technique, how dare the Black Witch Cult practice it?

This kind of soul technique must kill ninety-nine people, including forty-nine women and fifty-one men. It is a soul technique piled up with blood.

At this time, the high priest, Hou Dongjun, and He Hongmiao had already reacted, and attacked Zhuo Bufan with various killing spells, thunder and lightning, flames, curses, and wind blades all came together.

The young master's eyes were red, and his whole body was wrapped in black mist, "No one has ever dared to attack me. Today I will kill you and use your blood to practice my soul art."

As he said that, the black mist on the Young Sovereign's body turned into small snakes, about dozens of black mist snakes were swallowing snake letters, their pupils glowed slightly red and stared at Zhuo Bufan, with a bloodthirsty taste.

Hou Dongjun, the high priest, He Hongmiao and a young suzerain attacked Zhuo Bufan at the same time. Even Tan Songtao and Xiao Nai were a little nervous. No matter how powerful Zhuo Bufan is, can he resist these people joining forces?

"Withered light."

The wooden stick in the high priest's hand emitted a greenish light, and Zhuo Bufan suddenly felt that his whole body became extremely heavy like lead, which was more powerful than the spell cast by He Hongmiao, and not only that, even the power in his body seemed to be suppressed Imprisoned for a few minutes.

The various spells of He Hongmiao and Hou Dongjun came one after another as if they did not need money, and the rays of light of various spells flickered continuously. Tan Songtao stood aside, wondering whether he should do it or not. If he really offended the Black Witch Cult, he might Bring disaster to the entire Tan family.

Zhuo Bufan's eyes were shining brightly, he clenched his fists, his figure swayed suddenly, and he arrived in front of the high priest in an instant, and he punched the high priest's chest. Even if he was cast with a spell, Zhuo Bufan's speed and strength still exceeded The imagination of the high priest.

The high priest's eyes were full of horror, and he had already flown upside down, a wooden plaque on his chest cracked open, and his face was flushed.

If it wasn't for the wooden token he refined on his chest to resist, Zhuo Bufan's punch would probably kill him.

Immediately, Zhuo Bufan continued to clenched his fists, like a humanoid machine, he pulled out phantoms one after another, walked around the field, and punched He Hongmiao again, He Hongmiao didn't even squeeze out the last spell , looked down and saw a fist penetrated his chest.

He Hongmiao had already lost his magic weapon to protect his body. He was seriously injured by Zhuo Bufan just now, and he was at the end of his battle. Besides, the magicians mainly practiced spiritual spells, and their bodies were like ordinary dark-strength warriors. How could they resist Zhuo Bufan's fists.

"I... don't want to die..."

With panic in his eyes, He Hongmiao let out a weak sound before falling to the ground.

He Qiang, He Jia and others were stunned. The most powerful magician in their family, the elder of the family, was killed by Zhuo Bufan's punch, and everyone was ashamed.

Even if Zhuo Bufan was beheaded here today, their He family did not have foundation-building magicians to suppress them, and sooner or later they would be suppressed and perish by other forces.

"Elder He?" Seeing this scene, Hou Dongjun's eyes immediately turned red, and the feeling of the death of the rabbit and the fox came leisurely. He even accelerated the movement of his hands, and a huge ball of flames spewed out from his palms as if he was about to burn Zhuo Bufan.

"Is it up to you?" Zhuo Bufan punched out, and a golden fist mark immediately punched out a channel of flames, Zhuo Bufan's figure disappeared in place, and he was already in front of Hou Dongjun.

As for the few black snakes formed from the black mist on the Young Sovereign's body, wherever they passed, all the vegetation was as if corroded by sulfuric acid, turning yellow, but because Zhuo Bufan moved too fast, the black snakes basically attacked less than target.

The Young Sect Master frowned even more, constantly stimulating the black mist on his body and strengthening the black snake on his body. Before Hou Dongjun could react, Zhuo Bufan came up to him, grabbed his neck with his palm, twisted it forcefully, a stream of blood overflowed from the corner of Hou Dongjun's mouth, death!