Xianhong Road

Chapter 413

In Yang Fan's field of vision, the fairyland-like scene in Tianlan Palace disappeared, his eyes were pitch black, and his whole body was tumbling with energy and blood, almost exploding.

Fortunately, at the critical moment, the green species of life in the body exerted tenacious vitality, which stabilized the churning blood and gradually returned to normal.

The darkness and shattering in his field of vision, the scenery in front of him is actually infinitely beautiful, which makes Yang Fan cherish this life even more.

It's just that at this moment, he is still a little dizzy, and the green flow of life is differentiated from the heart to repair the damaged soul.

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After a long time, Yang Fan let out a long breath, but his face was still so pale.

It turned out that at that moment just now, he almost experienced life and death, and walked away from the gate of hell.

Looking not far away, the two or three Jindan seniors who were close to the Qiling Qiongjiang Lake were lying quietly on the ground bleeding from their seven orifices.

The dragon chant emanating from the mysterious Seven Spirit Lake directly shocked these high-ranking Golden Cores to death.

Yang Fan found that all of these people died of their souls collapsing. It can be seen that the dragon chant just now contained a terrifying spiritual attack.

When those high-ranking Jindans approached the lake, Yang Fan felt a sign in his heart and sensed a fatal threat. Instead of approaching, he backed away.

Therefore, he was only stunned by the shock, and his six senses disappeared in an instant, almost wandering between life and death once.

The sound of the dragon's chant from Qiling Lake rang for hundreds of miles, making countless creatures in the outer hall, including foreign monks and demon cultivators, tremble with fear.

"Dragon chant? Is there a dragon in Tianlan's outer hall?"

Many monks flew towards the direction where the dragon chant sounded just now.

Yang Fan took a deep breath, stepped back a few feet, and staggered a little.

He suffered the dragon's chant just now, and his soul was stunned for a moment, and he was also traumatized to a certain extent.

It is extremely difficult to recover from trauma at the soul level. Even if Yang Fan's resilience is terrifying, it will be difficult to recover in this regard in a short time.

He retreated to a rockery, leaned on it, crossed his legs and adjusted his breath.

The soul attack from Longyin is really terrifying, even now, there is still a "buzzing" sound in his mind.

Yang Fan took out a few top-grade "Huan Shen Dan" from the storage bag and took it for himself.

The function of Huishen Dan is to restore the mind and repair the wounds of the soul.Generally, the god-returning pill that can reach the top grade is extremely rare in the world of cultivating immortals, and only a few high-level monks have it.

With the help of Huishen Pill, Yang Fan's soul recovery speed was accelerated a bit.

"It seems that it will take half a day for my mind to recover."

Yang Fan made a guess and began to meditate in peace.

After about a while, human monks and demon cultivators rushed over here one after another.

Yang Fan had been prepared for a long time, and he used the magical power of "illusioning the sky and turning the void" to integrate himself with the rockery behind him.

If there is a monk's spiritual consciousness sweeping over Yang Fan's body at this moment, he will find that this is only a part of the rockery.

Yang Fan is confident that even the strong Nascent Soul will find it hard to find out if he doesn't search carefully for his supernatural power of illusory heaven and transforming emptiness.It is even more impossible for Jindan experts to discover his existence.

While recuperating his mind, Yang Fan was also observing these elites approaching Qiling Lake.

Perhaps because of the dragon's chants before and the few corpses lying near the lake, these monks dare not approach easily.

"How did these people die? Could it be related to Longyin?"

The nearby monks began to guess.

"It's strange, except for the seven-colored spirit bead, no trace of the dragon family has been found in this lake."

The one who spoke was the little peacock demon. She blinked her pure and bright eyes, staring at the seven-colored spirit beads in the lake, feeling a little absent-minded.

"She's here too..."

When Yang Fan saw that it was a peacock demon, his complexion changed slightly.

In addition, Wu Jin, the white-haired old man, Zi Xuan, Zi Meng and other strong men also arrived.

As time went by, Yang Fan also saw some monks who had never seen before the bronze gate.

He even saw traces of the rest of the golden core cultivators and the great demon cultivators.

There are four entrances to the outer layer of Tianlan Hall, some of the strong Yang Fan did not see it, and it is quite normal.

At a certain moment, another familiar slim figure appeared in Yang Fan's field of vision.

Two Confucian monks are walking here, one of them is a Confucian male monk, about 30 years old, wearing a blue robe, with an outstanding temperament, Yang Fan feels very familiar, I have seen it on Tianru Island, it seems to be called Lan Yu .

Another Confucian female cultivator with a pleasant temperament, dressed in a snow-white Confucian skirt, is calm and picturesque, with dark eyebrows like poetry, and a delicate face like a plum blossom in early winter, with a touch of melancholy.

What remains the same is the solitary self-admiration that is not stained by silt, and what has changed is the pair of eyes, showing a trace of indifference and coldness overlooking the world.

"Why is she here..."

Yang Fan's heart trembled.

In the field of vision, the figure of a man and a woman walking side by side is getting closer.

Deng Shuyao's elegant and refined fairy figure approached little by little.

In those peaceful and poetic beautiful eyes, the tenderness and poetry of the past are no longer there, but instead, there is a touch of indifference to see the world indifferently.

Looking at these eyes, Yang Fan felt an inexplicable pain in his heart. This feeling came from the heart, just like touching emotions, which is beyond common sense.

"Junior Sister Deng, the three of us entered the outer hall together. Senior Brother Huang was unfortunately killed before, and now the 'Seven Spirits Wine' is born. How should we choose?" the blue-robed youth asked worriedly.

"Since entering the Tianlan Palace, Shiyao has given up her life." Deng Shiyao's voice was flat, and there was no wave in the past, and there was an aura of transcendence in her body, as if she had really forgotten her love and ruthlessness.

Deng Shiyao and the young man in blue went to the area where Yang Fan hid the rockery.

With their backs to Yang Fan, they chatted and watched the situation not far away.

Yang Fan sat cross-legged, just facing Deng Shiyao's back, the graceful curve full of temptation, even a back view, is so daydream.

Yang Fan sniffed the familiar woman's fragrance, his heart moved slightly, and he sighed sadly, silently repairing the wound in his mind.

Perhaps feeling something, Deng Shiyao suddenly turned her fairy body sideways, her bright eyes glanced at the rockery behind her, she was slightly confused, obviously she didn't find any clues.

Yang Fan heaved a sigh of relief, the moment Deng Shiyao turned around and looked back, his heart beat suddenly quickened.

Although he was certain that the other party would not be able to detect him, Yang Fan was still a little worried about being discovered.

Hum——

Suddenly, a dragon chant came from the direction of Qiling Lake.

"what--"

There was a scream, and the two fourth-level demon cultivators fell to their deaths.

It turned out that the two were close to the Qiling Lake and wanted to ingest the nectar from the lake with secret techniques and special magic weapons, but they were shaken alive by the sound of the dragon's chant and died immediately.

The rest of the monks who were closer to Qiling Lake were injured one after another, and were stunned for a moment, and some even passed out directly.

"Ah! Not good!"

The terrifying sound of the dragon's chant made the blue-robed youth look horrified, he staggered and fell to the ground.

Deng Shiyao's fairy body backed up again and again, and bumped into Yang Fan's body, and her soft and delicate body fell on Yang Fan and the rockery.

Yang Fan was distracted, and in order not to be seen through, he had no choice but to let Deng Shiyao lean on his shoulder and head.

In fact, the technique of illusory sky and emptiness can hide the six senses. Even if Deng Shiyao leaned on Yang Fan, she thought she was leaning on a rockery.

It's just that she decided to feel a little weird.

"The material of this rockery is a bit strange."

She stretched out her jade hand, just touched Yang Fan's face, and then withdrew it.

At this moment, a dragon roar shocked the audience.

All the monks and strong men have feared Qiling Lake, and even the big monks dare not challenge it head-on.

In the next hour, several monks and demon cultivators ingested fine wine by other means.

A monk sent a spirit beast to pick up the blue gourd that was filled with fine wine, but the moment the spirit beast touched the gourd, it was shocked to death by the sound of the dragon's roar.

There is also a gifted demon cultivator who uses thaumaturgy to ingest gourds from a distance with his mental power. As a result, the sound of the dragon's chant sounds, even though the demon cultivator is far away, he vomits blood, suffers severe injuries, and almost dies.

Of course, some monks sent lifeless puppet mechanism beasts to steal lake water or pick up the gourd. As a result, the sound of the dragon's chant sounded, and the master who was connected with the puppet mechanism beast immediately vomited blood and suffered severe injuries. Even the trace of spiritual refinement disappeared. Let the puppet mechanism beast become a thing without a master.

Every conceivable method has been tried, but none of them have failed.

Every time the dragon chant sounded, at least one high-ranking person would die or be seriously injured.

Yang Fan's eyes lit up when he saw the last high-ranking Jindan, who failed to send a puppet to pick up the gourd.

Suddenly, he had a plan.

Yang Fan had an idea that he could pick up the gourd containing the Qiling nectar.

However, there are so many strong people present, once he succeeds, he may become the focus of everyone.

But soon, he had another idea.

"Since I can't do it myself, what about my clone?" Yang Fan smiled.

He practiced the supernatural power of "incarnation outside the body" in Paradise, and his purpose was to increase his strength and survival cost.

Of course, this method is more risky, Yang Fan will not let the avatar get close to Qiling Lake, and risk himself.

After waiting for another hour or two, most of the monks were disheartened and gave up Qiling Lake to look for opportunities elsewhere.

Deng Shiyao and the blue-robed youth also left the range of the rockery, and they also gave up on Qiling Lake.

Seeing Deng Shiyao leave, Yang Fan heaved a sigh of relief and smiled faintly: "It's your turn to play!"

Swish!

A ruthless man in a black robe with a thousand-year-old face appeared beside Yang Fan.

Yang Fan hides his figure, but Shi Qianhan does not.

The demonic energy in his body gradually rose, his eyes were like abysses, and the terrifying aura emanating from him was enough to make Jindan Great Cultivator fearful.

Shi Qianhan slowly walked in the direction of Qiling Lake, and his movements attracted the attention of some monks.

Of course, Yang Fan wouldn't let Shi Qianhan get too close, at least he couldn't enter the area stunned by Long Yin.

Finally, Shi Qianhan stopped, and many demon cultivators and monks on the field looked at him.

Shi Qianhan's eyes turned cold, and he scanned these demon cultivators and human powerhouses.

Everyone who was swept by his gaze trembled.

"This person is so scary, where did he come from such a strong demon?"

All the monks on the field communicated secretly.

"The exercises this man cultivates are a bit like the ones in the legend..." Wu Jin stared at Shi Qianhan, a strange look flashed in his eyes.

But at this moment, Shi Qianhan raised his hand, and a silver armored puppet appeared in front of him.

This was actually a puppet whose strength was comparable to that of a high-ranking Jindan, and the eyes of all the monks on the field lit up.

Under Shi Qianhan's control, the silver-armored puppet approached the gourd on the edge of Qiling Lake little by little...

(End of this chapter)