As the voice fell, an old monk wearing shabby monk robes also appeared in front of He Fan.
The appearance of this old monk was not at an extremely fast speed, but appeared suddenly, but it gave people the illusion that he should be here!
"Who are you, who dare to stop me!"
Seeing the old monk appear, the man narrowed his eyebrows and said coldly.
However, almost as soon as he finished speaking, the old monk took a step towards him.
At the same time, he also tapped the man's arm with one of his fingers.
In an instant, the man subconsciously let go of his hand, and Bai Xue, who was caught by him, also instantly let go, dodged directly, and got into the gap in the space behind him.
Jingle Bell!
The man's originally calm expression sank at this moment, and at the same time, the wind chime in his hand came out of his hand and swayed gently in front of him.
However, at this moment, the old monk slowly raised a palm and faced him.
"you¡¡!"
There seemed to be something on the palm of his hand. Looking at the old monk's palm, the man's eyes widened instantly, and he shouted as if in disbelief.
"Donor, you should do what you need to do."
The old monk smiled slightly at the man, withdrew his hand and walked back to He Fan.
The man froze in place for a long time, then finally gritted his teeth, snorted coldly, and disappeared.
"Thank you, Master, for your help!"
He Fan took a breath. Although he didn't know the specific situation, he still cupped his fists and bowed to the monk.
"Little donor, this poor monk came to you this time because he has something to ask for your help. Naturally,
I want to protect you. "
The old monk smiled slightly and whispered to He Fan.
As soon as he said this, He Fan's eyes widened and he asked doubtfully: "Youare you here specifically to find me?"
For a time, countless thoughts flashed through He Fan's mind.
But no matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't figure out why this powerful old monk came to him specifically.
In his memory, apart from Master Zi Qiong, he had never dealt with anyone of this level.
Boom!
At this moment, a strong coercion instantly came out from the space crack.
The crack in the entire space suddenly opened at this moment, then suddenly shrank and dissipated!
At the same time, the suspended square also trembled slightly at this moment, and then disappeared in place.
A steady stream of high-altitude strong winds were blowing from all directions again at this time.
The old monk waved his hand gently, and a wave of spiritual power enveloped He Fan's body.
"Donor, don't worry, just follow me."
The old monk seemed to see the worry on He Fan's face and said with a chuckle.
As his words fell, He Fan felt himself moving quickly under the influence of the spiritual power.
The movement was so fast that it was even difficult for He Fan to react.
The scenery high in the sky turned into afterimages that quickly dissipated, making it impossible to see the surroundings!
If we say that the speed of the eagle spirit beast that transformed into an elder is considered to be extremely fast in He Fan's opinion.
The speed at which the old monk was leading He Fan was more than ten times faster than that speed!
At this moment, the old monk was holding a rosary in one hand and turning it gently, each time
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"What is the reason why Master is looking for me?"
He Fan hesitated for a moment and said respectfully to the old monk.
"Donor, please don't be impatient. Let's recover from the injury. You will know when you get there."
The old monk spoke softly and did not answer He Fan, but said softly.
Seeing this, He Fan didn't have much to say, so he just smiled bitterly and sat cross-legged on the spot.
Fortunately, although he was moving very fast, he was protected by the spiritual power of the old monk, so it was no different from sitting on the ground.
Therefore, He Fan recovered without much problem.
In the blink of an eye, He Fan relied on ten times the time in Taixu Illusion to return to his peak state. Even the broken bones were restored under the influence of spiritual power.
At this moment, the old monk was already holding He Fan, hovering over??Over a large mountain.
This mountain looks not much different from the ordinary mountains in the ancient martial arts world. The main reason is that the spiritual power here is not full.
Which secret realm are you taking yourself to?
Looking at the mountains below, He Fan silently made some guesses in his mind.
However, when the old monk led He Fan down slowly, He Fan was stunned.
I saw an ancient small temple among these mountains.
Although it is old, it is overall very clean, and it is obviously taken care of regularly.
"Abbott."
In the square of the temple, a strong monk bowed to the fallen old monk.
Looking at the monk, He Fan looked suspicious and looked up and down.
In He Fan's perception, this monk is at most at the level of Foundation Establishment, but in his case,
He Fan had a feeling that should not be underestimated.
Out of the monk's intuition, He Fan even felt that if he competed with the opponent, the chance of winning would not even exceed 50%!
"Is this the time the donor came to repair the demon-killing well?"
Seeing He Fan's eyes, the monk also bowed to He Fan and said respectfully.
A demon-killing well?
He Fan was stunned. This was the first time he heard this name.
The old monk laughed, waved to He Fan, and said, "Donor, please follow me. We will know when we arrive."
Hearing this, He Fan raised his eyebrows and followed the old monk into the temple.
The two passed through the only Buddhist hall in the temple and came to a small courtyard at the back.
There are no other buildings in this small courtyard, only an ancient well exists.
But just by looking at it, people know that this ancient well is definitely something special!
Above the ancient well, there is a cover made of unknown material.
And all the bricks on the ancient well were engraved with a rune, exuding a powerful but familiar wave to He Fan.
As for the well, there were constant waves of fluctuations that made He Fan tremble!
"This is the devil-killing well."
The old monk nodded slightly to He Fan and said softly.
"How did the master find me?"
He Fan nodded and asked doubtfully.
He Fan didn¡¯t know anything about this demon-killing well, but the old monk was able to find him.
And judging from the words of the strong monk, it seemed that they were convinced that He Fan was the one who came to repair the demon-killing well!
Listening to He Fan's words, the old monk smiled and pointed to the demon-killing well, and said softly: "Donor, please take a look."
As he spoke, the old monk gently stretched out his hand towards
A spiritual power passed through the demon-killing well!
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