Wild Dogs

The Blood Witch Sect member said smugly.

He didn't expect that Yang Fan had already made his move quietly at this moment.

Yang Fan carefully took out the talisman and aimed it at the person.

The two Qi Refining stage corpse puppets were not convenient to bring in, so Yang Fan hid them near the altar and did not bring them down.

Otherwise, with the help of the corpse puppet, Yang Fan could have killed this person without resorting to a sneak attack.

But now we can only resort to surprise attacks.

Yang Fan took a deep breath and threw out two talismans.

Soon, one of the talismans transformed into a shower of flying needles, directly piercing towards the person.

The other talisman transformed into a large seal, pressing down directly on the man.

"Who is it?"

The Blood Witch Sect member hurriedly turned around and saw the talisman treasure coming towards him; a ferocious look immediately appeared on his face.

He had consumed a lot of his blood energy in order to forcibly kill the two from the Blood Yin Sect, and his strength was currently weakened, so he was extremely angry at the person who attacked him.

However, he breathed a slight sigh of relief when he saw a blood servant with little cultivation walk out from the side.

"Who do we have here? Turns out to be a Blood Servant. Don't you mortals know the meaning of death these days?"

The Blood Witch Sect member spoke with venomous resentment.

Yang Fan stared at him with murderous intent in his eyes.

But then, the Blood Witch Sect members realized what was happening.

"No, how could a mortal activate a talisman? It seems you're a cultivator, just hiding it well. Let me test your abilities."

Knowing that he had no chance of winning without killing Yang Fan, the Blood Witch Sect member immediately pounced on Yang Fan, closing the distance to him in an instant.

Just then, Yang Fan swung his hand forcefully, and the Human King Banner immediately protected him.

Upon seeing the appearance of the Human King Banner, the Blood Witch Sect member was startled and hurriedly took a few steps back.

"The Thousand Soul Banner? No, the Thousand Soul Banner should have a much stronger blood aura than yours. Why doesn't your banner have as much blood aura?"

Yang Fan did not answer.

He picked up the golden ring, which served as both a storage bag and a tool to control enemies.

Then, Yang Fan immediately swung out the golden ring.

Immediately, the golden ring grew larger and enveloped the Blood Witch Sect member.

"Damn it!"

The Blood Witch Sect member sensed something was wrong and immediately dodged to the side, but the golden ring moved even faster than he expected.

In an instant, the golden ring encircled him.

Immediately afterward, the ring contracted instantly, and the Blood Witch Sect member screamed in agony, rolling on the ground in pain, unable to use any of his witchcraft.

"Is it going to work out?"

Yang Fan was overjoyed.

But then he shook his head and didn't get closer. He continued to attack the Blood Witch Sect member with his flying needle talisman and the large seal talisman.

Although the Blood Witch Sect member's strength was greatly affected and he was severely injured, unable to exert his full strength, Yang Fan dared not be careless in the slightest.

He immediately launched a series of attacks with his talismans.

"Friend from the Blood Fiend Sect, why don't you stop here? I can give you whatever you need, just please spare my life."

The Blood Witch Sect member realized he had encountered a formidable opponent and hurriedly begged for mercy.

But Yang Fan wouldn't waste his breath arguing with him. He had already seen from the beginning that this person from the Blood Witch Sect was extremely ruthless. Now was the perfect time to take advantage of his weakness and kill him, so he absolutely couldn't let him go.

In an instant, the Flying Needle Talisman and the Great Seal Talisman attacked the man swiftly.

Meanwhile, Yang Fan was hiding in the distance, occasionally throwing fireballs at him.

He didn't have many secret techniques, but fireball was the one he was most proficient in.

After attacking with fireballs for most of the day, the Blood Witch Sect member finally stopped moving.

Yang Fan didn't dare to relax yet, and used flying needle talismans to prick the man until he was covered in blood before he stopped.

"He should be dead now."

Yang Fan muttered to himself as he walked over there.

Zhou Peng, standing to the side, lowered his voice.

"Be careful, it's hard to say. This person might still have a soul. Hold on tight to the King's Banner. If he dares to play any tricks, use this banner to control him."

Yang Fan nodded and immediately approached cautiously.

Sure enough, as they approached the Blood Witch Sect member, a beam of blood-red light shot up from his body and directly towards Yang Fan's forehead.

"You little beast, hand over your body to me!"

Yang Fan's expression changed, and he hurriedly swung the Human King Banner in his hand forcefully.

Immediately, the blood-red light was absorbed into the Human King Banner.

Seeing this, Yang Fan smiled and a smile appeared on his lips.

"You idiot, can't you even figure this out? I've already destroyed your physical body. This is the Thousand Soul Banner, which is specifically designed to suppress the soul. You still dare to let your soul walk right into my trap?"

"Yes, sir! I was wrong! I beg you to spare my life! Please, sir, have mercy!"

The Blood Witch Sect member kept pleading.

Yang Fan sneered, shook the King's Banner forcefully, ignored the Blood Witch Sect's pleas, and immediately began searching the man's body.

After searching for a while, Yang Fan only found some spirit stones and medicinal herbs on the man, and couldn't help but spit out his anger.

"You glutton, is this all you have? Didn't you bring any storage bags?"

Upon hearing this, the man from the Blood Witch Sect hurriedly shook his head.

"No, because this body was only temporarily possessed by me, and it will be destroyed soon after I enter, so I didn't bring anything valuable with me."

Upon hearing this, Yang Fan kicked the corpse away in disappointment, then walked towards the coffin in front of him.

Looking at the coffin in front of him, Yang Fan rubbed his hands together excitedly.

The real treasure is inside this coffin.

Thinking of this, Yang Fan immediately wanted to open the coffin.

But just then, Zhou Peng suddenly reminded Yang Fan.

"Master, be careful."

"What's wrong?"

Yang Fan looked at Zhou Peng in surprise.

Zhou Peng peered into the coffin from inside the banner of the King of Men, shaking his head repeatedly.

"I'm not quite sure either, but I feel that this coffin seems a bit strange, and it's different from what I saw before."

"It's different from the coffin you saw?"

Yang Fan raised an eyebrow.

"How can it be different? Hasn't this thing always been down there?"

Yang Fan looked at Zhou Peng.

"Or are you planning some kind of trick?"

Yang Fan's expression was rather unpleasant.

Zhou Peng hurriedly shook his head, desperately explaining that he absolutely did not intend to play any tricks.

Upon hearing this, Yang Fan snorted coldly.

"I doubt you'd dare."

Then he stared intently at the coffin.

"Let me see what's inside this coffin."

Just as Yang Fan was about to open the coffin, a sudden sense of alarm arose in his heart, and the small cauldron he had put into his body trembled.

Yang Fan immediately realized that something was wrong.

"Oh no! Zhou Peng's words may not be reliable, but Xiao Ding's warning is definitely not wrong. Could this thing really be dangerous?"

Thinking of this, Yang Fan hesitated for a moment before stopping.