Xianhong Road

Chapter 332
"How is it possible...he is not dead yet!"

On a certain black giant peak tens of thousands of miles away, a hollow and frightening voice resounded.

This is a terrifying and gloomy black giant peak, shrouded in clouds and mist, covering tens of miles in area, surrounded by a dark bottomless abyss, gathering a cold and domineering aura, every tree, brick, stone, and weed , all contain a breath that is different from the outside world.

With this giant black peak as the center, within a radius of hundreds of miles, there are no less than a dozen peaks as high as a thousand feet, and the huge area is shrouded in a layer of suppressed demonic energy.

In this area, no monks dare to approach, not even high-ranking monks.

Because, they all understand that standing here stands a terrifying force that looks down on the world of Yuyang Cultivation of Immortals - Demon Yang Sect!

The Demon Yang Sect represents the number one sect of the Demon Dao in the Yuyang Kingdom, leading the heroes of the Demon Dao, standing for a thousand years without falling.

In the past few hundred years, a giant of the magic way that has not been seen for thousands of years has appeared in the Demon Yang Sect, who shocked Yuyang Kingdom's master of the two ways of righteousness and magic—— Sanyou old devil!

In a certain dark golden hall of the giant black peak.

The "Sanyou Old Demon" in a black robe stands proudly with his hands behind his back, his eyes are as black as an abyss, and his clothes move without wind. He just stands there like an invincible huge shadow.

In his pair of pitch-black eyes, there seemed to be a bottomless black hole, and in a flash, a ray of sharp light that condensed the air burst out.

"This old man was born as a pharmacist after all. He was severely injured and killed by me a hundred years ago, and he can still live until now..."

Sanyou old devil Zhuo stood still, muttering to himself, a stern light flashed in his eyes suddenly: "Yiyou demon flame...appeared again, and it has something to do with this old immortal."

After pondering for a long time, he slowly opened his mouth: "Let Yun Han come over and see..."

His voice resounded in the empty hall, passing down like an imperial decree.

After a while, Chu Yunhan rushed over with a respectful face, bowed and saluted: "Why did Master call me here?"

"Did you sense it just now?" Sanyou old devil asked.

"Tu'er has already sensed that a Youmo Flame may have come from the rumored Shi Qianhan."

Chu Yunhan replied very obediently, without any trace of arrogance in his eyes.

"How is your Yiyou Demon Flame already cultivated?"

Sanyou old devil asked.

"Returning to Master, with the help of 'Moyuan Pill', my Sanyou Demon Flame has been cultivated to the level of Xiaocheng."

After Chu Yunhan finished speaking, he sacrificed a ball of dark magic flame in his hand, and there was a tremor in this hall.

In the center of the magic flame, there was a dim light, flickering on and off.

"Very good, I will help you today as a teacher, and raise your Yiyou Demon Flame to the level of Dacheng."

After Sanyou Old Demon finished speaking, his body was covered in demonic flames, like a long dragon, covering the sky and covering the earth.

The mighty demonic flame suppressed the hall, and this supreme demonic power was not weaker than the "thousand-year-old headless demon corpse" that showed its demonic trace before, and even a little bit stronger.

"Thank you, Master."

Chu Yunhan was overjoyed, but there was still a hint of worry in his eyes.

Half an hour later, the shocking magic flame that suppressed the entire hall was gradually retracted into the body of Sanyou Old Demon.

"According to your induction, go to find that person..."

Sanyou Old Demon's voice gradually faded away, he closed his eyes and remained motionless, like a black statue, melting into the darkness without saying a word.

"Yes, the disciple takes orders."

Chu Yunhan bowed and left.

……

Yihe Village, an unnamed cave.

Puff puff!

The two ghost lights were shattered by the consecrated Jingshiyan flame, but the "one ghost flame" in Yang Fan's body trembled suddenly, releasing a powerful magic power.

At the same time, in the pitch-black space, he faintly felt two figures, each holding a cloud of magic flames in their hands.

One of them was as tall as a shadow, and there were three dark lights in the magic flame in his hand, which were obviously the "Three Nether Demon Flames" that had frightened Yuyang for hundreds of years.

Another person, with a somewhat familiar feeling, has a "Yiyou Demon Flame" in his hand that is exactly the same as his own.

The former is still vague, but the latter gives Yang Fan a very clear sense, and he can even determine the general direction and range of the other party.

"What's going on? There's another hit enemy..."

Yang Fan looked shocked.

Could it be that besides Sanyou old devil, there is another person in this world who masters the Nether Demon Flame.

Suddenly, he felt a few familiar outlines from the shadow of that new old enemy.

"Wait until Chu has cultivated into a ghost flame, and then I will compete with you..."

Yang Fan quickly thought of someone.

In Jiuyou Square, Chu Yunhan was forced to leave after being deprived of 20 years of life by him with the "Consecration and Purification of the World Flame".

Chu Yunhan is also the disciple of Sanyou Old Demon, it seems that he also cultivated Yiyou Demon Flame.

"What's going on? This devilish energy...so familiar!"

The hunchbacked Poison King stared at Yang Fan with a serious expression on his face.

At this moment, Yang Fan was already in a trance, and the devilish energy in his body was first restrained, and then turned into billowing black light, lingering all over his body.

Bang!
In the palm of his hand, there appeared a group of magic flames with a faint light in the center.

Boom!

Boom!Boom!
His dim light flickered on and off, beating like a heart.

"This... Sanyou Demon Flame!"

The hunchbacked Poison King trembled, and even showed a look of horror.

"What's the relationship between you and Sanyou old devil?" There was a powerful coercion looming on the hunchbacked poison king.

Yang Fan smiled softly: "Senior, do you understand now that I and the Sanyou old devil are old enemies in the world. Now, I have stepped into a high level, and Yiyou Demon Flame has also been promoted to the peak of perfection..."

"A Nether Demonic Flame... Nether Demonic Flame!" The Hunchbacked Poison King suddenly realized: "So that's the case, the old man understands. We really have a common enemy."

"Then how did you cultivate the Nine Nether Demon Kung Fu? Are you a disciple of Sanyou Old Demon?"

Yang Fan replied: "No, I got this set of kung fu by accident and tried to practice it. But I never expected that I actually possessed an unbelievable talent in the magic way. I practiced this magic kung fu so fast. As for the old devil Sanyou, I have never seen it. Pass."

The hunchbacked poison king pondered for a long time, his expression was erratic, but at a certain moment he stared at Yang Fan and laughed loudly.

"Senior, what do you mean by this?" Yang Fan was puzzled.

The hunchback poison king took a deep breath and tried to calm his emotions, but he was still a little excited: "Perhaps, you are the lucky star bestowed on me by heaven."

"This old man lost the battle with the Medicine King, and he fell here. And your arrival just brings hope to this old man. As long as you inherit the old man's mantle, you will be able to defeat him in a few years. The old man Sanyou and I are even more He is the enemy of life and death, I thought there was no hope of revenge in this life, but I did not expect that you have cultivated Nether Demon Flame, and you are actually his old enemy, given time, you may not be able to surpass him... Hahaha!"

"Things in the world are so wonderful. Not only did you give the old man the hope of regaining his breath, but you also had the opportunity to avenge me. All of this seems to be arranged by heaven."

The hunchbacked Poison King couldn't help sighing and trembling all over his body.

"So that's how it is..." Yang Fan held a ghost flame in his hand, his eyes flickered, his whole body was burning with fighting spirit, he took a deep breath, and said confidently: "Senior Poison King, if you can wait another hundred years, when the time comes Yang advanced to the high-level Nascent Soul and returned to Yuyang, and you can witness with your own eyes that I restrained his Three Nether Demon Flame."

"Restraining his Sanyou Demon Flame?" The hunchbacked Poison King was shocked: "Are you really so sure? You must know that the Sanyou old devil is a master of the magic way that Yuyang Kingdom has not seen for thousands of years. Looking at the magic way for thousands of years, there are not many To see such a mighty giant."

"Yes, I am sure, but the premise is that I am at the same level as him. But it is still far away..."

Yang Fan said confidently and calmly.

"Okay, okay. I didn't expect you to be so sure. The old man's current injuries have basically healed, and it will take some time to recover his vitality to reach his peak state."

The hunchbacked poison king had a look of relief on his face.

"Congratulations to senior for a speedy recovery." Yang Fan also showed a hint of joy in his eyes.

This hunchback poison king is one of the few Nascent Soul monsters in Yuyang Kingdom, and now he has the same interests as himself, and Yang Fan is still his savior, and the relationship between the two is not shallow.

In terms of emotion and reason, the comeback of the hunchbacked poison king is a good thing for Yang Fan.

The hunchbacked Poison King smiled: "It's all thanks to you. If you stay here for a few days, I will engrave the inheritance of my life's hard work on a jade slip and give it to you."

"Thank you, Senior Poison King," Yang Fan certainly would not refuse.

"You still call me Senior Poison King?" The hunchbacked Poison King's face darkened slightly: "You have received the old man's inheritance, and in name you are also my half registered disciple."

Yang Fan smiled casually: "Then I will call Senior Teacher."

In the world of cultivating immortals, there is a big difference between a teacher and a master. The former only represents the relationship of skill inheritance, and you can worship more than one at the same time.On this basis, the latter has a seniority relationship like father and son, not only to teach skills, but also to teach the principles of life.

Formal apprenticeship, even need to kneel and worship, and hold an apprenticeship ceremony.Moreover, in terms of ethics and morals, there is only one teacher allowed.

If it is only the relationship between the teacher and the disciple, then the disciple caused a disaster outside and has nothing to do with the teacher.But if it is the relationship between the master and the disciple, once the disciple commits a crime outside, the master will also be responsible to some extent, so that the face of the master will be shamed.

"Okay, since you call me teacher, I will tell you my full name: Luo Songheng. Do you remember?"

"The disciple has already remembered."

Yang Fan only listened to it once, coupled with deliberate memory, he will never forget it in this lifetime.

In the next two days, Poison King Luo Songheng spent a lot of effort and finally carved out a jade slip and handed it to Yang Fan.

"On this jade slip is my lifelong research experience in poison art, and it also includes medical pharmacology... Now, I will give it to you."

When taking the jade slip, Yang Fan could feel the poisonous king's hand trembling slightly, with deep hope and anticipation in his eyes.

"Teacher, don't worry, I will try my best to fulfill your wish."

Yang Fan said solemnly.

At this moment, he felt that he had an inescapable responsibility.

"Okay, I also know that you are short on time, go back quickly." The hunchbacked poison king waved his hand.

"Teacher, after your vitality is restored, please come to 'Wuliu Town', where there is a medical clinic opened by a disciple." Yang Fan pondered: "Before I leave Yuyang, I still have a chance to see the teacher one last time."

"Okay, I will go, and there will be treasures for the teacher when the time comes."

Poison King Luo Songheng smiled slightly.

On that day, Yang Fan bid farewell to the poison king Luo Songheng and Luo Shui, and flew away in the light of escape.

In the sky, Yang Fan turned his head and stared in a certain direction: "Yangjiabao, Wentian Conference, the three-year agreement, there is still half a month left..."

This was also the last thing he had left in Yuyang Country.

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