Versatile Mage: Fan Rhapsody Chapter 1 Continuation

When Mo Fan learned that the abbot and other monks were...

Kale used the teleportation technique directly...he turned around and disappeared from where he was.

"What's going on?" Li Kaifeng had a face full of question marks.

Nanjue and Jiang Shaoxu seemed to realize that something big was about to happen...

"Don't ask so many questions, take us to Manying Mountain..." Mo Fan urged Li Kaifeng.

-Manyingshan-

Manying Mountain is located on an isolated hill. There should be nothing on it except some rocks. Normally, no one would go there... but the abbot of the temple and other monks happened to be there.

At this time, Nanami was hanging on a creepy tombstone...

"Ah! Ah!!!" Nanami screamed

A hole mysteriously appeared in Nanami's eye socket, and blood gushed out of her eye, covering her entire right face...

A series of screams came out from the mouths of these monks, and their wails almost reached the bottom of the mountain... The monks' right eyes were gouged out one after another, and although they covered their right eyes, blood still flowed from between their fingers.

"What's the point of keeping a right eye that can't tell right from wrong?" A cold voice reached everyone's ears.

The frightened monks all recognized the voice as that of Nara Hara Sora. They thought that it might be the evil ghost of the dead who came to seek revenge!

"It is meaningless to keep the right ear that only listens to rumors but not the truth..." The evil spirit voice of Narahara Sora sounded again.

Then the monks felt a spasm in their right ears, and the intense stinging pain in their eyes just now appeared in their right ears...

"Ah!!!!" This time, Nanami's right ear, which was hanging on the tombstone, was ripped off again with blood.

Then, one by one, the right ears of the monks from Yanming Temple were pulled off. At this moment, they were in so much pain that they even hoped that Nara Hara would just end their lives at once rather than continue to suffer.

"It's meaningless to keep someone who only knows how to kick someone when they're down but doesn't know how to lend a helping hand..." Narahara Sora's voice was heard again.

The monks' fear and despair completely turned into incoherent cries and pleas for mercy, even though they already regretted their actions and really didn't want to endure the torture again...

"Please, Yuan... Yuan Kong... This is all our fault. Please stop torturing... everyone like this~" Xin Yu, the only old monk who presided over the temple, was able to speak normally with amazing willpower.

On the other hand, the other monks were already rolling on the ground crying, and Nanami was even incontinent...

"Repentance cannot bring back lost lives!" Narahara Sora's cold voice rang out again.

A figure in a black monk's robe stood in front of the old monk... This person was none other than Narahara Sora!!

Narahara Sora slowly walked in front of Nanami and showed a strange smile...

Two red demons appeared from behind the tombstone. They had horns on their foreheads, red faces and fangs, their hands half-curled into claws, and iron rings on their feet.

One of the demons held down Nanami's body, while another demon had already grabbed Nanami's right arm, clearly intending to break it off! !

"Wait a minute..." At this moment, Kale, who was temporarily acting as Ai Jiangtu, appeared.

The old monk had a vague impression of this voice; he remembered it seemed to be one of the young men staying overnight.

"You want to meddle in other people's business... Oh, I forgot you don't understand Japanese." Narahara Sora slowly turned around and stared at Kale with his eyes emitting a bewitching aura.

"Because of Miyata's tragedy, you used the vessel to take away other people's souls and cultivate into an evil spirit. It has nothing to do with us, but two of them are our companions~" Kale said

"Come on, you can't see me anyway..." Narahara Sora said disdainfully

What Narahara Sora said is correct to a certain extent, because the human eye cannot directly see the soul...so Kale can only indirectly grasp the other party's position through the monks' sight and the energy emitted by the soul.

"Ah!!!!" Then the monk Nanami's miserable screams rang out.

Nanami's right hand was torn off, blood falling in sheets...

However, this bloody scene did not shake Kale at all... After all, Nanami was the culprit of everything.

"Have you vented your anger..." Seeing that everything was still settled, Kale planned to continue negotiating with Narahara Sora... But before he finished speaking, another voice came out.

"Narahara Sora!!!" Mo Fan shouted... He rushed over with the power of the Blood Beast Boots, like a rampaging beast.

Mo Fan saw that Nara Yuankong in the Cursed Blood Picture was wearing a monk's robe that was different from before...

"Narahara Sora... I didn't expect you to be this kind of person. I thought you had your own bottom line, but I didn't expect you to be so cruel as to turn yourself into this evil spirit that is neither human nor ghost..." Mo Fan said

"Miyata is dead, yet you still refuse to let her go and use her soul to harm others and steal souls. You shameless, vicious, dirty, selfish, cruel, and despicable monk, just get out of hell!" Mo Fan cursed angrily. Besides Mu Ningxue and Zhao Manyan, the most pathetic person in this matter was Miyata.

"Have you cursed enough?!" Narahara Sora's hair was spiky with anger... revealing his pale and terrifying face.

"Stop talking nonsense! Every grudge has its perpetrator... Quickly release the souls of my woman and my friend!" Mo Fan angrily said, meaning that once Zhao Manyan and Mu Ningxue's souls were released, they would have nothing to do with each other.

"I have refined the souls of both of them. Otherwise, how could there be this cursed blood map?" Nara Yuankong didn't give Mo Fan any face at all... and directly told him the bloody truth.

"Fuck you! You're toasting me and not accepting my offer... Do you really think I'm just a foreign tourist? I've killed at least eight hundred monsters like you, if not ten thousand!" Mo Fan was furious when he heard that Mu Ningxue and Zhao Manyan's soul power was being used to refine his evil ghost formation... Today, he would enforce justice no matter what.

The soul itself is a kind of energy... Refining the soul is to transform the energy within it. The soul-stealing incident is used for this blood picture of revenge.

"This is the thunder that will save you from your wrath!" Mo Fan pointed his finger and summoned several thunderbolts to strike down.

The thunder of the frenzied dance of thunder fell from the sky in the form of spreading branches...

Following the shockwaves of the purple-black lightning, the surrounding rocks were shattered, raising a cloud of dust...

But Narahara Sora lifted his clothes slightly, and his figure moved like a ghost, swiftly dodging in the uncontrollable gaps between the lightning bolts like an afterimage...

"You're pretty good at hiding, huh? Let's see where you can hide!" Mo Fan pointed his fingers towards the sky... This triggered him to unleash the fourth level of Thunderbolt.

By this time, Kale had already used his mind to grab the monks like chickens and tossed them to the side one by one so that Mo Fan could blast them to his heart's content...

A massive bolt of lightning descended from the sky. As the purple-black lightning struck the ground, it not only created a vibration but also spread out, spreading out into a winding, interwoven web of lightning...

Surrounded by a web of lightning, Narahara Sora had nowhere to hide this time. The lightning pierced through his body repeatedly, leaving holes in his flesh! !

But these holes have no blood or bones, and soon Narahara Sora's wounds will slowly heal and return to their original state!

"Kill him!" Narahara Sora coldly ordered the two red-faced demons who had removed Nanami's arms.

-to be continued-