Chapter 61: Jiang Pengpeng, the Witch of Chaos

Two days later, Hei Huang led a few people to a cliff, which was the base camp of the last group of the five major bandits.

The stars were twinkling, and the night wind blew slowly, blowing between the stone cliffs, making bursts of humming sounds. Ye Fan and Zixia climbed up the main peak in the dark.

Outside the stone stronghold, two large flags were fluttering in the wind. Several monks were holding jars of wine and drinking happily, completely unaware that someone was approaching.

The two did not make any move, but quietly entered the mountain stronghold, intending to kill the bandit leader directly. There were flames on the mountain, and the stronghold seemed to be quite lively.

Many people were toasting each other, and the aroma of wine wafted far away. Many people were sitting around the bonfires, and the sound of drums and music could be heard. These people were very cool and were drinking and having fun.

In the air, several young girls were dancing gracefully, looking particularly ethereal under the moonlight, like fairies in the Guanghan Palace. The music was filled with peace.

"This mountain stronghold is really not simple. They even let female monks sing and dance here. It's quite a show." Ye Fan walked in with a divine whip on his back. Zixia walked side by side with him. As for Dahei and Tufei, they were waiting outside, sealing off the entire mountain and did not show up.

"How dare you!" Just at this moment, a cold shout came from the campfire in front: "You ignorant creatures, you have shown up again. It's worth our waiting for you for more than 20 days!"

A group of people poured out from the inner village one after another, and more people stood up from the campfire and quickly surrounded the place.

Ye Fan and Jiang Pengpeng, the incarnation of Zixia, both had a layer of mist on their faces.

"Are you two the ones who robbed all the bandits in Anzhou?" The middle-aged man, about thirty-five or thirty-six years old, had a gloomy expression and stared at them closely.

Ye Fan raised his eyebrows slightly. This person was a cultivator from the Four Extreme Secret Realm. He immediately said, "They are brutal and bloody, and their crimes are grave. Could it be that you are supporting them?"

"You have ruined the young master's good deeds. Even if you are skinned alive, it would not be enough to atone for your crime." The middle-aged man said with a sullen face.

Zixia, as a saint of a great sect, had never been scolded like this before. Her face turned cold and she shouted in an unusually tough manner: "Who are you? Those who dare to speak to me in such a arrogant tone, the grass on their graves is already growing taller!"

The middle-aged man laughed grimly and said, "You have driven away all the bandits in Anzhou, yet you still dare to act so arrogantly. Do you think we dare not skin you alive?"

"Chen De, why are you still talking to them? Catch them alive and leave them with a breath!" At this moment, a feminine voice suddenly came.

In the inner village, two monks from the Taoist secret realm came slowly over carrying a soft chair. A dozen masters followed closely behind them, protecting them from all directions, and quickly came up.

On the soft chair, there was a rather feminine young man, lying on it with his body tilted, holding a glass of fine wine in his hand, shaking it gently. On both sides of him were four young girls serving him, one of whom used a white silk scarf to wipe the wine stains from the corners of his mouth.

He had a pale complexion and a slightly lacking masculinity. He waved his hand gently, asking the four girls to step back, and then threw the wine glass aside.

"Are you sure you can defeat me?" Ye Fan was very calm, with a hint of indifferent smile on his lips. He strode forward and said, "Is the Four Poles Secret Realm so great?" He strode forward, and the whole mountain shook.

Four figures came flying like sharp arrows, standing firmly in front of Xu Yuan, blocking Ye Fan, with murderous intent all around them.

Beside Xu Yuan, a cultivator from the Four Extreme Secret Realm said with a mocking expression, "Small Dao Palace, but you have such a big mouth!"

"Stop talking so much! Get it over with!" Xu Yuan seemed a little impatient.

The five fourth-level cultivators were still holding their ground, but Jiang Pengpeng, who was the incarnation of Zixia, thought that what Xu Yuan said made sense. Then, she stepped on the mysterious Taoist steps, and the Taoist method came silently behind one person. In her slender jade hand, a black brick with dark metal light flashing around it suddenly appeared. Looking closely, the brick was engraved with dense and complex patterns, and its pattern trend was very similar to Tianyi, but also different.

At the moment the brick appeared, the entire mountain began to shake violently. The brick made of black chaos stone emitted invisible energy fluctuations, and the space was distorted and deformed, forming an extremely powerful force field. The many people on the mountain were unable to move even a small step at this moment.

Only Ye Fan quickly sacrificed the tripod, and the ancient tripod hung above his head, with strands of the mother energy of all things pouring down, closely guarding his body. Jiang Pengpeng exerted his strength and hit an unidentified fourth-level cultivator on the back of his head with a brick in his hand. His head exploded instantly and his soul dissipated.

She covered her mouth and chuckled, and said to Ye Fan apologetically: "Sorry, I used a little too much force!"

Ye Fan's mouth couldn't help but twitch.

Jiang Pengpeng walked slowly behind another level 4 cultivator, and with a light touch of the brick, a ball of light and shadow was immediately knocked out. The cultivator's frightened eyes instantly became empty and lifeless.

"You actually knocked out his spiritual consciousness directly?" Ye Fan's face was full of astonishment.

"That's right!" Zixia waved the brick again to touch the ball of light, and the dark metal light on the brick flashed by. In an instant, the whole mountain was blasted with strong winds, and the wind was howling. The ball of consciousness stopped flickering, slowly decomposed, and was completely absorbed by the brick without any omissions.

"What kind of terrifying magic weapon have you refined?" At this moment, Ye Fan also deeply felt the weirdness and power of this brick.

"It's not over yet!" At this moment, Jiang Pengpeng, like a female devil, approached Xu Yuan step by step.

"Save me!" She just shouted softly, and then tapped Xu Yuan lightly on the forehead with a brick. Xu Yuan's eyes immediately became as calm as water, without any joy or worry.

Then, she turned her cold eyes to the other three level 4 monks, and the bricks in her hands shot out like lightning, hitting them on the head accurately. In an instant, the three monks died without a single chance of survival.

Jiang Pengpeng easily put away the bricks, and the five four-level monks fell to the ground in an instant. Xu Yuan also walked down from the soft chair and knelt in front of Zixia and Ye Fan without hesitation. Looking around, everyone on the mountain was crawling on the ground in fear, their bodies trembling, as if facing an irresistible fear.

"You, lead us to get the source, and then kill all those evildoers, and let the rest of the innocent people go after erasing their memories!" Zixia looked indifferently at Xu Yuan who was kneeling in front of her and ordered.

"Yes!"

The entire hilltop was in turmoil, and the crowd began to get restless. However, Xu Yuan's men were no match for him, and soon, the place returned to calm.

At this time, Tu Fei and Hei Huang hurried over.

"It's over so soon!?" Tu Fei looked surprised.

"It's you, Xu Yuan!" Tu Fei frowned, looking at Xu Yuan who was constantly slaughtering, a look of astonishment appeared on his face, and his expression became extremely ugly.

"Who is he?" Ye Fan asked softly

"This is a very difficult guy, the youngest grandson of the third largest bandit Xu Tianxiong. He is extremely favored, but he is a scum who is bad from head to toe and has done all kinds of evil. He has never done a good thing!" Tu Fei said as he shook his head helplessly.

"Brother Tu, how are you?" Xu Yuan said lightly, his tone calm, without any ripples in his eyes.

"What's wrong with him!" Tu Fei looked at Xu Yuan carefully.

"I have already converted him!" Zixia opened her red lips and said slowly.

"This is troublesome. His grandfather is ridiculously strong. The third biggest bandit Xu Tianxiong is even stronger than the mighty Green Dragon King." Tu Fei frowned.

"What's the trouble? Kill him and it's all over!"

(End of this chapter)