Cultivation: Start with a Spiritual Plant Space

Li Fan was surrounded, but he was not afraid at all. His eyes were as sharp as torches, revealing his determination and fearlessness.

The health-preserving fist was performed in his hands with great force.

Every punch he threw seemed to have a force of a thousand pounds, forcing the surrounding zombie disciples to retreat continuously.

Those zombie disciples were like out-of-control beasts, twisting their bodies and pouncing on us with their fangs and claws bared.

They all have empty eyes, have long lost their intelligence, and have become a group of tools that only know how to kill and kill.

Ji Moxue and Qingxue were extremely anxious. They rushed forward with their weapons in hand, trying to help.

As they rushed forward, they screamed, "Li Fan, hold on! We're coming!"

Ji Moxue swung the magic sword in his hand more fiercely. The sword shadows were like a weave, bringing up a gust of wind, and continuously cutting off the heads of the zombie disciples who blocked his way.

Qingxue also gritted his teeth, holding the spear tightly with both hands. The spear was like a dragon leaping into the sea, and he fought hard to kill the enemy with an indomitable momentum.

At this time, Li Fan's body was covered with scars, and evil energy was constantly surging in the wounds like maggots, trying desperately to prevent the wounds from healing.

However, even so, his movements did not slow down at all, but became even more courageous, as if the pain had become the source of his strength.

At this moment, Zhao Tianming felt extremely conflicted.

Looking at his elder brother Zhao Tianyang who was possessed by evil spirits, his heart was filled with pain and sadness.

That is the blood-thicker-than-water kinship, how can it be easily severed?

But looking at the group of zombie disciples in front of him who had completely lost their minds and were rushing towards him madly, he gritted his teeth again.

Zhao Tianming's eyes immediately turned red as he shouted, "Li Fan, I'm here to help you!"

As he spoke, he drew out his spiritual sword and rushed into the zombie horde regardless of everything.

While charging, he shouted at the top of his lungs: "Brother, please stop. Don't let the evil spirit completely consume you."

Qian Zhirou and others were not willing to be outdone, and joined the battle, fighting a desperate battle with the zombie disciples.

But they were relatively weak and fell into a passive position in a short while.

Several people joined forces, but they couldn't even shake a zombie disciple, and looked very embarrassed.

Apart from bringing some spiritual comfort to Li Fan, they played almost no practical role in the battle.

He even needed the help of Liu Ruyan, who was still injured, to avoid being killed immediately.

At this moment, Zhao Tianyang rushed to Li Fan with a strong evil aura.

Hearing Zhao Tianming's cry, he struggled in pain for a moment, the muscles on his face twisted, but soon returned to his frenzied state.

The evil aura around him grew stronger, like a terrifying demon god, emitting a suffocating pressure.

His eyes were as red as blood, and his face was distorted beyond recognition. Evil energy spread out from him, covering the area within dozens of feet.

The powerful aura instantly suppressed the fighting spirit that had just been raised in everyone, and despair and fear appeared on everyone's face.

The village chief was extremely anxious, veins bulging on his forehead, and a hint of decisiveness and resolution flashed in his eyes.

He took out the jade pendant from his bosom without hesitation, held it high, and shouted, "Li Fan, take it and drop your blood on it."

Upon hearing this, Li Fan quickly dodged Zhao Tianyang's fierce attack, reached out to take the jade pendant, and wiped the wound hard without hesitation.

The blood instantly dyed the jade pendant red, and in an instant, a dazzling light burst out from the jade pendant.

The light was so bright and dazzling, like a rising sun that could dispel all the darkness in the world.

Wherever it reaches, evil spirits retreat madly as if they have seen their natural enemy.

Zhao Tianyang was enveloped by this strong light, and he immediately roared to the sky in pain, his body shaking violently, as if he was suffering from great torture.

His face was distorted beyond recognition, and the evil aura on his body was like burning dry grass, which continued to dissipate under the burning light.

Li Fan took the opportunity to launch another attack, and the power of the health-preserving fist was even more powerful with the blessing of light.

Each punch carried the force of thunder, whistling towards the remaining zombie disciples.

"Fall down!"

he roared.

Ji Moxue and Qingxue were also encouraged and their attacks became more fierce.

Ji Moxue gritted his teeth, his spirit sword flashing with an icy light, and every thrust accurately hit the zombie disciple's vitals, splashing blood.

Qingxue let out a delicate cry, and the spear in her hand shot out like a dragon emerging from the sea, with the tip of the spear flashing with a cold light.

She spun around and swept her spear across, creating a gust of wind that pushed back a group of zombie disciples who were rushing towards her several steps.

"go to hell!"

Zhao Tianming and others were also very motivated. Under the leadership of Liu Ruyan, they roared and fought bravely.

Every sword strike was deadly, venting all the fear and sadness in his heart onto these zombie disciples.

Qian Zhirou also changed her previous weak appearance, her eyes were firm, and she kept waving the mandarin duck axe, fighting side by side with her friends without retreating at all.

As the light grew brighter, the evil spirit in Zhao Tianyang was finally suppressed.

He collapsed to the ground like a puddle of mud, his life gone.

The zombie disciples around them also became sluggish under the illumination of the light, as if their souls had been taken away.

Li Fan and the others seized the opportunity and attacked with all their might, roaring angrily, "Come on, you evil creatures!"

Ji Moxue and Qingxue cooperated well, shooting from both sides and continuously killing the zombie disciples.

Liu Ruyan defended in the rear, her skirt fluttering as she blocked the sneak attack from the enemy.

Soon, all the zombie disciples were completely wiped out.

The hall was filled with an extremely stench of blood, which was nauseating.

Only then did Zhao Tianming have time to lie on his brother Zhao Tianyang's body and cry bitterly.

Li Fan took a look, sighed, and turned around to return the jade pendant to the village chief.

But at this moment, the jade pendant suddenly shattered into countless small pieces in an instant, and then turned into wisps of mist and completely dissipated.

Li Fan was stunned when he saw this, his mouth slightly open, his face full of disbelief.

When the village chief saw this, a trace of sadness that was hard to conceal flashed in his eyes.

His lips trembled slightly, and his voice was low and hoarse: "Perhaps this is the last time this legacy will be passed down. There will be no more in the future, and our mission is completely accomplished."

Li Fan suddenly panicked, his face flushed with guilt, and he said, "Village Chief, this is all my fault. I didn't know the jade pendant was so fragile!"

The village chief waved his hand and smiled faintly, "Everything is fate. Whether Li Fan can grasp the inheritance depends on you. We can't help you."

But Li Fan was very confused, his brows furrowed tightly, his eyes filled with confusion and anxiety. He asked, "Inheritance? We haven't even found the entrance to the inheritance?"

The village chief smiled, a very sad but calm smile.

"We, everyone in our village, are the key to the inheritance. We had a jade pendant before, and we opened it once, and that time we got a part of the inheritance from the cliff. But this time there is no jade pendant, so it's us."

Li Fan seemed to understand, but he also knew that things were not going well, so he quickly refused, "No, let's go back and not inherit. The price is too high, I can't afford it!"

Ah Niu walked over at this time, patted Li Fan's shoulder firmly, and said gruffly, "Li Fan, along the way, your character and personality have been recognized by everyone in our village. We volunteered. Besides, this is our mission."

Li Fan was still unsure and asked anxiously, "Where will you go in the end? I don't want to hurt everyone because of me!"

The village chief shook his head and said, "I don't know. Don't worry, he won't die anyway. He just can't go back to his old village. The years ahead will surely be bloody."

Li Fan confirmed again, "Is he really not going to die? He's just moving to a new place?"

He stared at the village chief, hoping to get a positive answer from his eyes.

The village chief nodded and said, "Of course, we won't joke about our lives."

For some reason, Li Fan always felt that something was wrong, as if a huge rock was pressing on his heart, and he instinctively wanted to refuse.

But at this time, the village chief gathered the villagers together and began the final sacrifice.

The sacrifice began, a powerful light surged, and a mysterious power spread, which could not be stopped.