Xianhong Road

Chapter 264 Deterrence, the beginning of magic power
"Now it's my turn to act..."

Under the watchful eyes of the little girl in the short skirt and many Yuyang country monks on the field, Yang Fan slowly raised his left hand.

At this moment, more than [-]% of the monks in the castle gathered in this native palace.

There was dead silence all around.

The face of the little girl in the short skirt was pale. Ninety percent of her soul power had been exhausted, her mind was also damaged, and she couldn't exert two or three percent of her strength.

If Yang Fan wanted to single-handedly attack the layers of encirclement formed by the "Phantom Gate", she would naturally not be worried: no matter how strong Shi Qianhan was, he would still be a cultivator at the Foundation Establishment Stage.

Then, when Yang Fan raised the left hand of death, she suddenly had an illusion that even if she was guarded by tens of thousands of monks around her, it was just a fake.

This is the same as her "Dream Soul Dafa", extremely overbearing.

Could it be that Shi Qianhan also mastered similar domineering and mysterious skills?

Otherwise, how could he calmly deal with Menghun Dafa's attack, and even gain the upper hand?

All the monks on the field began to speculate, speculating on the possible abilities that Mo Dao Shi Qianhan might possess.

"Come in……"

There was a strange color in Yang Fan's eyes, accompanied by the consumption of soul power.

He suddenly understood that Xianhong's secret technique is also a deep-seated application of the soul.

Under normal conditions, he would definitely not rashly attack the little girl in a short skirt. After all, the girl is at the same level as him, and his skill in using souls surpasses him.

In that case, Yang Fan's success rate will not exceed [-]%...

However, the little girl in the short skirt at this moment had exhausted [-]% of her soul power in the battle of the dream space just now, and her mind was damaged even more.

"what!"

The little girl in the short skirt suddenly screamed, her face flushed red, and she kept choking, her neck seemed to be tied by something, and she couldn't breathe or speak.

There was horror in her eyes, and her petite body kept struggling.

But no matter how she struggled, she couldn't escape the dark hand of death.

Yang Fan's left hand was raised in the air, in a half-clasp shape, as if he could ignore the space barrier, and tightly clamped the neck of the little girl in a short skirt.

All the monks on the field showed a look of horror, which came from the fear of the unknown.

What kind of magic method is this?
It hurts people invisible, you can't see the attack route, and you can't dodge it.

The distance between the two is several tens of feet, and there are many protective circles between them. All these defenses are in vain.

All the monks on the field looked at Shi Qianhan with a little more fear in their eyes.

"Quick! Let her go!"

The ghost-eyed man finally came to his senses, and said almost roaringly, his ghost eyes were blood red, and his eyes were about to burst.

"I won't let her go, so what can you do?"

Shi Qian smiled coldly.

"If you kill her, our master will not spare you. Do you want to be hunted down by high-ranking monks?"

The ghost-eyed man threatened.

"Sorry, I, Shi Qianhan, have never been threatened by anyone! Since she dared to kill me, how could I, Shi, spare her life."

Shi Qianhan looked indifferent.

Click!

With a sudden grip of his left hand, the throat of the little girl in the short skirt was crushed, and at the same time, a destructive force merged into her body, instantly destroying her soul.

thump!
The body of the little girl in the short skirt fell to the ground.

Life and death are only in one thought.

Shi Qianhan took a deep breath and closed his eyes, as if enjoying the power of that moment.

All the cultivators on the field couldn't help but gasped, this was really terrifying: the instant kill of the Foundation Establishment Stage was just a thought away by the opponent.

Shi Qianhan's dead left hand shocked everyone on the field.

quiet!It's so quiet!
The foundation-building stage monks present all had a deep fear of Shi Qianhan.

"You are courting death!"

The ghost-eyed man let out an angry roar, and his whole body fell into a semi-crazy state, his ghost eyes were bloodshot, and a cold and gloomy air came over him.

He suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, his fingers dissolved a mysterious and complicated pattern in the void, and then he patted the special storage bag on his waist, a gloomy and chilling ghost fog enveloped several feet in radius, and a wave of death came from inside. breath.

A huge shadow flashed out, it was a fierce ghost with disheveled hair and blood-red eyes, it was three feet high, and it released a cloud of green breath between huffing and puffing, making people dizzy.

"That's actually a ghost close to the ghost king level!"

All the monks backed away one after another. If they were touched by the evil spirit of this ghost, even if they did not die, they would lose a layer of skin.

"This guy is crazy. He actually released a ghost that he couldn't fully control. The strength of this ghost is close to high-level, enough to look down on Foundation Establishment..."

Gorefiend Seventh said in a slightly astonished voice.

"You are courting death!"

Shi Qianhan still smiled coldly, and suddenly stepped away, as if there was an invisible force supporting him.

"Shi Qianhan, this ghost is not easy to deal with, why don't you let us help you."

The young girl among the three sons of the Gorefiend said solemnly.

"It's just a ghost, one person Shi is enough."

Shi Qianhan smiled proudly, his body was surging with demonic energy, and the tyrannical demonic power covered a radius of tens of feet.

The three Gorefiend sons looked at each other in dismay, and thought to themselves: This Shi Qianhan is too conceited, he dared to despise a ghost that is close to the ghost king level.

"Die!"

The ghost-eyed man had a ferocious expression on his face, blood was flowing from his hands, and he formed a hasty spell in the void.

The gigantic, three-foot-tall ghost suddenly let out a sky-shattering roar, and the ghostly figure rushed towards Yang Fan with a "swish", the speed could hardly be caught by the naked eye, only an afterimage could be seen.

"Look at the fight!"

Shi Qianhan raised his head to the sky and screamed, and the mighty demonic energy in his body surged out, accompanied by the destructive power of the essence of the demonic way.

At this moment, all the monks deeply felt the power of the essence of the magic way that shocked the hearts and souls.

Violent, indulgent, ruthless, killing, bloodthirsty, crazy, overbearing... Gathering the power of thousands of dark and destructive factors in the world—the purest and overbearing way of magic!
This is the real way of magic! !
Shi Qianhan slapped out with a majestic palm, containing the power of landslides and ground cracks. He was bombarded with the huge ghost, and his body shook slightly, but he was not defeated.

All the demonic monks on the field were deeply shocked, especially those in the foundation establishment period.

Shi Qianhan was obviously a monk in the middle stage of foundation establishment, but he was able to exert such a terrifying and powerful palm, and he was undefeated against the existence close to the ghost king.

Boom!Boom!
One person and one ghost launched a shocking attack in the void.

"Is he really only in the middle stage of foundation establishment?" The blood demon old seventh asked in disbelief: "When I first saw him, he was still in the early stage of concentration. He must have concealed his true cultivation."

"No." The fifth blood demon shook his head: "He only used the power of the middle stage of foundation establishment, but his attack was so terrifying that it was close to the peak of foundation establishment. But judging from the current trend, he fought this ghost. Any advantage. If you continue to fight, you may fall into a disadvantage."

Gorefiend fifth child is the highest cultivation among the three sons. In the later stage of foundation establishment, his speech is naturally authoritative.

Yang Fan fought with this ghost for a while, and he also realized how terrifying it is. This ghost becomes more fierce and braver as he fights.

In terms of explosive power, the Nine Nether Demon Art is naturally doing its part, but if the fight continues, Yang Fan is really no match.

"Hahaha..." The ghost-eyed man laughed sinisterly, and secretly said: "Even I can't completely control this ghost, and it may even turn back. If it wasn't for encountering a strong man, how could it be used against the enemy?"

boom!
At a certain moment, Yang Fan used his strength to fly out and distanced himself from Li Gui.

"It's time to end..."

Yang Fan muttered to himself.

After all, he raised his left hand.

The left hand, the left hand of death, strikes again!

At this moment, everyone's eyes were fixed on his left hand, as if they wanted to see some clues from it.

Li Gui roared, and rushed towards Yang Fan, the ghostly aura was raging, and everyone quickly dodged.

Yang Fan stood in the void, motionless, his breath suddenly changed.

The devilish energy that had enveloped the whole body suddenly subsided, and a wave of turbulence came.

Between his brows, a crescent mark appeared, flickering on and off, very strange.

The roaring ghost felt a little uneasy, but it didn't think too much, and rushed over like inertia.

And at this moment, Yang Fan finally made a move.

puff!
From the palm of his hand, a group of deep magic flames burst out suddenly.

At the center of the flame, there is a mysterious light, flashing and flashing, light and dark are interchanged, mysterious and strange

Boom!

Boom!Boom!
The dim light flickered, causing the heartbeat of the monks on the field to speed up.

At this moment, within a radius of tens of miles, a strange fluctuation, carrying the breath of death and destruction, made the souls of countless creatures tremble.

"That is……"

All the monks stared at the magic flame in Yang Fan's palm.

Three Nether Demon Flames! ! !

The demon monks were the first to react, their hearts beating rapidly, and their faces showed a little more awe, solemnity and solemnity.

"Broken!"

The black light in Yang Fan's eyes condensed into one point, and he slapped out with one palm, "Ghost Demon Flame" carrying the shattered breath from ancient times, like the black light of death, hit the fierce ghost whose aura reached its peak.

puff!
The ghost froze, and at that moment, the ghost's body trembled.

"what--"

The next moment, a miserable scream shook the entire castle.

All the monks, whether they were fighting for the magic weapon or hunting for treasure everywhere, were stunned by the scream that went straight into their souls.

The Li Gui, who was close to the ghost king level, was ignited by the condensed pure destructive power the moment his body touched the "Ghost Demon Flame", and then turned into ashes in an instant.

Faintly, the Nether Demonic Flame seemed to restrain the ghost to death.

After doing this, Yang Fan fell back to the ground lightly.

The blow just now actually evacuated a quarter of the magic energy in his body.

After all, the ghost is close to a high-level existence, and it is not bad to be able to kill it so easily.

"Yiyou Moyan, what is his relationship with Sanyou old devil?"

All the monks looked horrified.

"Sure enough, we guessed right..."

Blood Demon Old Seven and the young girl next to him looked at each other.

They had long suspected that Yang Fan had something to do with Sanyou Old Demon, and now that they saw the other party dispatching the Nether Demon Flame, they were even more certain.

"What's wrong? Do you still want to kill Shi?"

The crescent mark on Shi Qianhan's forehead flickered, and his deep, dark eyes stared at the man with ghostly eyes.

"Three Nether Demonic Flames..."

The ghost-eyed man's face was pale, with cold sweat on his forehead.

"Crap, retreat!"

The ghost-eyed man let out a cry, and all the cultivators of the "Ghost Illusion Gate" fled away with lightning speed, flying away one by one.

Yang Fan nodded, his eyes suddenly fixed on Hong Gang, the burly man of Jin Hongmen.

To be precise, he should be looking at the high-grade spirit stone in his hand.

"what!"

Hong Gang, who was also in the middle stage of foundation establishment, couldn't help shivering.

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(End of this chapter)