Immortal Reincarnation Tribulation

Chapter 50 The Death of Zhang Dashan

Wang San and Zhang Dashan looked at Du Fan with envy, but even more so with admiration and gratitude, because Du Fan had essentially saved their lives. Even if the reward they received wasn't as generous as Du Fan's, it would still be substantial, and all of this was thanks to Du Fan.

"Junior Brother Du, let me see the token. I need to confirm it one last time." The group's previous gloom vanished, and their expressions were all joyful. They then began to chat about their experiences over the past few days, all feeling as if they had survived a calamity. After a moment of reflection, during a pause in their conversation, Han Mang suddenly remembered something and said casually.

Du Fan was about to subconsciously hand the mysterious token to the other party, but suddenly he was startled, his eyes fixed on Han Mang, and he began to slowly retreat, putting the mysterious token back into his storage bag. He no longer felt relaxed as before.

"Junior Brother Du, what are you doing?" Han Mang was taken aback and looked somewhat puzzled. Wang San and Zhang Dashan also noticed Du Fan's unusual behavior and were equally puzzled.

"Senior Brother Han, you are from the Burial Ghost Sect!" Du Fan's breathing became slightly rapid. As he stepped back, he took out the silver knife from his storage bag, held it horizontally in front of him, and unknowingly threw the two alien seeds to the ground.

"What Ghost Burial Gate? Junior Brother Du, what nonsense are you spouting?" Han Mang's eyes flashed with a cold light, then his expression turned blank. After a moment of surprise, he took a step forward without making a sound.

"Brother Du, what do you mean?" Wang San was observant and caught the fleeting glint of cold light in Han Mang's eyes. With a thought, he quietly pulled Zhang Dashan back two steps and spoke in a deep voice.

It was already remarkable that he could do this. Although the Burial Ghost Sect was one of the few medium-sized sects in Qingzhou, and was on par with the Kongsang Sect, given his status, he would naturally not know about this matter, let alone the relationship between the Burial Ghost Sect and the Kongsang Sect.

"Senior Brother Han, your purpose in coming here is to secretly collude with Gui Yuan of the Burial Ghost Sect, right? He also has what you have." Du Fan stopped probing and glanced at Han Mang's wrist, his expression instantly turning cold.

"Haha, even the best-laid plans can have a flaw. I never expected you to meet Senior Brother Guiyuan and even escape alive from him. It's truly unbelievable." Han Mang was stunned upon hearing this. He glanced at the black bracelet on his wrist and then burst into laughter, no longer trying to hide his feelings. However, he couldn't understand why Senior Brother Guiyuan would let the other party leave. He was convinced that Guiyuan had ulterior motives.

Han Mang had been infiltrating the Kongsang Sect for many years, serving as a hidden spy for the Burial Ghost Sect. After learning that the Five Elements Beast had been obtained, he deliberately violated the sect rules and, with a little maneuvering, was sent to this scattered land to retrieve the mysterious token.

"I think you've come here for two purposes: first, to ensure that the Five Elements Beast isn't caught by us inner sect servants and that it safely brings the mysterious token back to the Burial Ghost Gate; and second, to deliver some important information to the Ghost Yuan guarding this place," Du Fan said, word by word.

"I underestimated you before." Han Mang's gaze was calm, and he actually acquiesced to the situation.

"I'm afraid there's a third one. You'll also take care of all the Kongsang Sect members who come here. There aren't magical beasts everywhere here, but our four groups just happened to encounter them not long after following the directions you set, and were chased by them." At this moment, Wang San spoke in a deep voice from the other side.

"Haha, interesting. I didn't expect you lowly servants to be so intelligent." Han Mang spoke slowly and deliberately, but his expression was playful. In his view, the other party was already dead and not worth worrying about.

Three days ago, he was unable to contact Gui Yuan through the Black Prison Bracelet, which puzzled him. He thought that perhaps Senior Brother Gui Yuan had some special matters to attend to, but he never considered the possibility that Gui Yuan had perished. Although a Ghost Eye had appeared in recent years, the worship that all the disciples of the Burial Ghost Sect had for Gui Yuan back then even surpassed that of the Foundation Establishment deacons in the sect. Gui Yuan's extraordinary talent and power had long been ingrained in their bones.

"To be honest, it's quite unexpected that your group was able to escape unscathed without any casualties. You must have some skill." Han Mang's eyes gradually turned cold, and he had no intention of continuing the conversation. With a flick of his arms, wisps of black mist began to swirl around him.

"Brother Wang, Brother Zhang, this trip has been successfully completed. There's no need to hold back any longer. Use all available means. Although this person's cultivation is only at the Quasi-Qi Refinement stage, I don't need to elaborate on how strange he is. His threat to us is no less than any of the demonic beasts we've encountered before." Du Fan stepped back a little and quickly reminded the two of them.

"Don't worry, Brother Du, I understand. Brother Zhang, be careful!"

Wang San nodded without hesitation, and he, Du Fan, and Zhang Dashan slowly moved their feet, forming a triangle around Han Mang.

"Haha, just you few? You're lucky today. I'll show you the true power of the Burial Ghost Sect."

Han Mang suddenly burst into arrogant laughter, let out a low roar, and with a flick of his arms, two wisps of black mist detached from his arms, condensed in mid-air, and transformed into a pair of black bats. With another flick of his hands, the pair of black bats circled in the air, emitting a piercing shriek, and then shot towards Du Fan and Wang San with a whooshing sound.

Du Fan's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he quickly swung his silver knife. In an instant, a silver aura appeared on the blade. Then, he flicked the knife, and a half-zhang-long aura detached from the weapon and swept forward, accompanied by a series of whooshing sounds, striking the black bats that were also rushing towards him.

After a loud "boom", countless tiny cracks appeared on the surface of the silver weapon. With a roar from the black bat, it shattered and collapsed inch by inch. Although the black bat did not disappear, it shrank by more than half. After circling in place, it charged towards Du Fan again.

Upon seeing this, Du Fan felt a chill run down his spine and immediately began to wield his silver knife again without hesitation.

After Du Fan swiftly unleashed three beams of energy, the black bat was finally shattered with a deafening roar when it was right next to him.

Wang San's situation was similar. He was holding a green longsword, and the green light and black shadow kept colliding, causing a series of booming sounds. In the end, he also shattered the black bat, but he himself looked flustered.

"what……"

A heart-wrenching scream came from Zhang Dashan on the other side.

Just as Du Fan and Wang Sancai escaped the imminent danger, they stared intently at the scene and gasped in shock.

Suddenly, Han Mang appeared behind Zhang Dashan. A hand shrouded in black mist gripped Zhang Dashan's head, completely enveloping his head in black energy. His eyes rolled back, his pupils showing more white than black, and his face turned pitch black.

A cruel smile flashed across Han Mang's lips. He suddenly tightened his grip on his fingers, and the black aura surrounding Zhang Dashan's head churned and then disappeared into it. Before long, there was no black aura left around Zhang Dashan.

Han Mang gave a strange smile, then released his grip and swiftly moved three zhang to the side.

Zhang Dashan clutched his head with both hands, letting out a mournful wail. His face contorted in pain. After a few breaths, he suddenly stopped what he was doing. His face had turned from pitch black to deathly pale, and his eyes were vacant, staring straight ahead, making him look extremely eerie.

"Brother Zhang, are you alright?" Wang San sensed something was wrong, stared at Zhang Dashan, and suddenly spoke.

Du Fan's heart skipped a beat, as he vaguely anticipated something, and his eyes narrowed sharply.

With a loud "bang," Zhang Dashan's head exploded without warning, his brains and bones splattering everywhere. The color of the brains was not red or white, but pitch black, scattered on the surrounding ground. A headless corpse still stood there, streams of black blood gushing from its neck, looking extremely ferocious and terrifying.

"Brother Zhang!" Du Fan and Wang Sanqiang suppressed their churning stomachs and inner fear, their eyes bloodshot as they stared at Zhang Dashan's still-standing corpse.

"boom……"

Zhang Dashan's body finally collapsed to the ground with a thud after a gust of wind, his death a tragic sight.

"Don't worry, I will kill you in different ways. These supernatural powers and spells were taught to me by someone I admire most. By the way, Junior Brother Du, you've met him. He is Senior Brother Gui Yuan."

A hint of reminiscence appeared on Han Mang's face, his eyes filled with admiration and fervor. The thought that once this matter was settled, he would be able to see the person he admired most in his life filled him with inexplicable excitement, as if just seeing that person would be an extremely honorable thing.

"Ghost Yuanyao? He seems pretty average too." Du Fan calmed down and, after a moment's thought, said this.

"What did you say? You dare to insult my senior brother Gui Yuan? Fine, very well! I'm going to use the most cruel soul-suppressing technique to kill you! I'm going to refine your soul alive!" Upon hearing this, Han Mang was instantly enraged. A fierce look flashed across his face, veins bulged on his forehead, and a madness appeared in his eyes.

"Did I say something wrong? Look at this!" Du Fan sneered, patted his storage bag at his waist with one hand, and a pitch-black token and a book suddenly appeared in his hand. On the token, in addition to the words "Burying Ghosts", there was a line of smaller characters below it: "Core Disciple Ghost Yuan". The book was inscribed with three large characters: "Burying Ghosts Scripture".

"This...this all belonged to Senior Brother Guiyuan. How did it end up here with you?" Han Mang was shocked to see this. His face showed disbelief. He swayed and stared intently at Du Fan. Suddenly, he shouted.

"Is that even a question? Of course, I killed him!" Du Fan's eyes flashed with cold light, and his face was extremely cold.

"What!" Han Mang trembled instantly, his mind buzzed, and a look of bewilderment flashed in his eyes for a moment.

"Impossible!" A roar burst forth from his mouth, causing the surrounding air currents to surge.