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Behind the tombstone was a mound of earth. It looked desolate and desolate, giving off a sorrowful feeling.

When Jiang Bufan walked over, the name of the tombstone shocked him. It was inscribed with "Yue Peng's Tomb".

This was Yue Peng's grave? How was this possible? Even though Jiang Bufan knew it was a trap, he still couldn't help but feel sad when he saw the desolate grave. He raised his head to look around and saw that there was another tombstone not far away. He hastily rushed over and saw that Hong Kun's name was impressively carved into the tombstone.

The two earth graves were fifty steps away from each other, and on the left and right sides of Jiang Xian were two huge piles of bark, two earth tombs, and two piles of trees, forming a square shape, with Jiang Xian standing in the middle of the square.

At this time, a cold wind blew by. Jiang Feifan didn't feel the strong wind at all, but the wild grass on the ground was trembling nonstop. It was as if a sorrowful sound was coming out from the grave.

Jiang Bufan pricked up his ears. The sound was sometimes distant, sometimes close. Sometimes clear, sometimes vague. It didn't sound like a human's voice. Was there something in the grave? The name 'Hong Kun' on top of the tombstone had a dark aura and was exuding a gloomy aura. He took out his flying snow sword and had originally planned to chop down towards the grave, but with a thought, he realized that if Hong Kun was buried inside, he would be hacked to death. He used his sword to gently cut open the soil. The soil inside was actually fresh, and it emitted a fishy smell.

The deeper they dug, the softer the soil became, and Jiang Bufan discovered something moving in the soil. He stopped to take a closer look, but a giant yellow snake rolled out from the soil, with a head bigger than a cow's head. It opened its mouth and bit towards Jiang Bufan.

Jiang Bufan had already stabilized his position, and with a sweep of the flying snow sword, the strong sword qi caused the snake to curl up into a spring. Not allowing it to breathe, Jiang Bufan stabbed out with his sword, and this was the finger of the flying snow sword, which had a strong power. The cold sword qi, the flying snow snake, shook its body, and transformed into a big man wearing a yellow robe.

"What a powerful sword art. Who are you?" The yellow-robed man held a golden staff in his hand as he stepped forward to block the flying snow sword. Then, he asked with a pair of fiery red eyes.

"I am the chief constable of the Mage City, Jiang Bufan. I'm here to capture all of you monsters and ghosts." Jiang Xian swept a glance at the yellow-robed man and said in a cold voice.

"A constable is a constable, his words are all different from other people's. You people do not care about life and death, and just go to the underground castle and start a slaughter, aren't you afraid of being punished by the heavens?" The yellow-clothed man glared with his fiery red eyes as he spoke in a coarse voice.

"Since all of you are monstrous geniuses, sooner or later you'll be able to bewitch the world. How can you live in peace in this world?" Jiang Bufan stared at him coldly.

"Hmph, what you say is too honorable, but what you're doing is different. I, Huang Ying, hate you humans the most, so give me your life." The big yellow robed man, Huang Ying Bei, raised his golden rod and swung it towards Jiang Bufan.

Jiang Bufan used his sword to block, separating the golden stick from the other. He felt his arms shake as he felt Huang Yingbei's strength was quite strong. He gently floated up and waved his flying snow sword. The huge sword Qi swirled the dead leaves in the wilderness like snowflakes falling from the sky.

Huang Yingbei did his best to resist, but he had already revealed his defeat after three consecutive moves from Jiang Bufan. He threw out a sword attack and bellowed, "Where did you take my brother?"

"Hmph, I'm afraid your brother has already gone to see the King of Hell. Let me tell you, both of you have to die." Yellow Shadow Bei pulled back his golden rod, then his figure flashed and disappeared without a trace.

The centipede's pincers, which were as long as swords and sabers, shot out from the mound of earth. As they charged towards Jiang Bufan, Jiang Bufan twisted his body to avoid the attack, and with a return of his sword, the centipede swayed its body for a bit, and the countless slender claws on its abdomen reached out to wrap around Jiang Bufan. Jiang Feifan quickly swept his sword, and with a flutter of his sword, he forced the centipede to retreat a few meters. Immediately after, Jiang Bufan took a long leap, raising his sword.

"Young master, why are you so angry? Look, it's hurting my arm." The woman in red pouted.

"Monster, do you think I, Jiang Bufan, can let you off just because you've turned into a human?" Jiang Bufan pointed his flying snow sword at the woman in red.

The woman in red's eyes flared up as she daintily said, "Oh, you are Sir Jiang, I am called Hong Miaomiao. Sir Jiang is truly a genius on the surface, and I couldn't help but be tempted by what you see."

"Where did you hide my brother?"

"Who's your brother? Oh, is that the young master who was buried here? " Hong Lingtong glanced at Jiang Bufan with a charming smile.

"What?" You buried him underground? " Jiang Bufan asked in surprise.

"Although that young master's meat is not as fragrant as yours, it can still fit into my mouth. I'll bury it underground and wait for when there's nothing to eat before eating. Wouldn't that be great?"

Jiang Bufan was furious. He waved the flying snow sword in his hand and chopped down towards Hong Miaomiao.

With a forceful kowtow, he knocked away the flying snow sword. Jiang Bufan leaped forward, and with a single leap, he swept across her delicate waist. With a gentle twist of his waist, he smiled at Jiang Feifan, "Sir Jiang, you're so bad. Why did you stab her waist?"

Jiang Bufan didn't pay any attention to him. He stepped forward and pointed his sword at Hong Lingtong's throat. With a twist of her beautiful body, she flew up and casually swung a whip at Zhang Xuan.

"Sir Jiang, please watch me sweep the leaves with my whip." Hong Lingtong muttered under her breath.

The tip of the whip was like an arrow, flying towards Jiang Bufan. He dodged to the side, but the silver whip was like a silver snake, twisting and swaying, and then suddenly, it pierced towards Jiang Bufan's chest like a sharp sword.

Jiang Bufan gave a cold snort as he gently floated up into the air. His body swayed and like a leaf, he floated up into the air while the flying snow sword in his hand trembled and let out a pleasant metallic sound. The sword qi stirred the surrounding grass as they both rushed towards Hong Miaoyi.

On the desolate plains, Jiang Bufan was clad in white, his red and delicate clothes floating in the air. Sometimes they were entangled together, sometimes they were twisted into a line, and even more dry grass was thrown into the air.