Xianhong Road

Chapter 462 The Ancient Battlefield

The Thirteen Kingdoms of the Northern Qin Dynasty, the ancient battlefield of the Zhao Kingdom.

Under a hidden lake, there are solemn and solemn pavilions, nine ancient dragon-carved pillars, and a lifelike winding yellow dragon hovering respectively.

Nine yellow dragons each opened their mouths, and there were patterns of formations and an obvious groove inside.

The Kowloon hovered, and the dragon's head was aimed at the obscure and complicated formation in the center of the pavilion.

This is a teleportation formation that has been passed down since ancient times. It has been silent for many years, and it has the breath of vicissitudes of time. It seems to have witnessed every bit of the long history of Dongsheng Continent.

Suddenly, the nine yellow dragons in the ancient transmission array trembled slightly.

It seems to be an illusion... It gives people an unreal feeling.

However, at the next moment, a hazy and brilliant white light lit up in the formation, and a strange wave of spiritual energy was transmitted.

In the originally empty ancient teleportation formation, a man wearing a sapphire brocade robe appeared.

His sapphire brocade robe was also engraved with traces of golden patterns. The material was extremely special, and it exuded a faint coercion, which made the lower creatures fear.

If this sapphire brocade robe is seen by the Jiaolong clan in the Inner Sea, their expressions will change drastically and they will be shocked and angry.

Because the materials used to make this brocade robe are mixed with high-level flood dragon skins, of course, there are several rare materials in it.

It came from the Inner Sea and appeared in the Northern Qin Ancient Teleportation Formation.

The identity of this man is naturally called out.

"Although the spiritual energy is much thinner than that of the inner sea, the air here makes me feel very kind..."

Yang Fan stood in the ancient teleportation array, with complex emotions such as excitement, nostalgia, and anticipation flickering in his eyes.

Northern Qin, this is his hometown.

Think back then, when Yang Fan teleported away from here, how eager he was, and even used Deng Shiyao.

Returning to the old place, touching the scene and living the emotion.

"It's a pity... At the beginning, two people entered the inner sea from here, but now I am the only one left to return."

Yang Fan let out a long sigh.

The ancient battlefield in the Northern Qin Dynasty witnessed his love and hatred with Deng Shiyao.

Yang Fan knew that Deng Shiyao would not come back long before he activated the teleportation array.

However, he did not persecute her again, perhaps Deng Shiyao also had her own difficulties.

"Fortunately, I have left behind in Neihai."

With a thought, Yang Fan entered Xianhong's space, and sensed the high-level puppet who was in the mud deep in the sea at the moment.

Tianqin Inner Sea, in the deep sea.

The high-level puppet moved slightly, causing a burst of turbidity and water flow.

This small movement did not attract the attention of the demon cultivators in the deep sea.Moreover, in such deep sea water, there are demon cultivators who can survive.

Even after returning to Beiqin, Yang Fan was not unable to pay attention to and interfere in the affairs of the inner sea.

The high-level puppet has his soul brand on it, and Yang Fan still has a certain degree of control over it through the mapping of the living place of Xianhong space.

Even... If Yang Fan is willing, Shi Qianhan, the avatar, can also come to the position of the high-level puppet.

The magic of the Xianhong space mapping all things is really amazing.

shhhhh--

At this moment, above the lake where the ancient teleportation array was located, there were bursts of piercing sounds.

"There is movement in the ancient teleportation array..."

The monk Ling Xiaoxian Jianmen who was patrolling the ancient battlefield sensed the movement and hurried over here.

There are a total of 20 monks in this team, most of them are foundation-building monks, and there are a few Jindan monks.

The leader of the team was an old man in civilian clothes with vicissitudes of life and white hair.

"It's really destined..." Yang Fan unfolded his consciousness, and the corners of his mouth slightly pursed.

It turned out that the old man in civilian clothes happened to be the great monk Yuan surnamed Jindan whom he met in the teleportation array last time.

Shhhh~~~
A layer of pale green hazy light flowed through Yang Fan's body, flying out from the lake water.

With the force of thunder, he smashed through the layers of restrictions that sealed the lake water, and then flew lightly into the air.

Yang Fan took a deep breath, stood tall in the sky, and looked down at the pitted and vicissitudes of the ancient battlefield.

Even after more than [-] years, the topography and landscape here still bring him a familiar and old feeling.

The scene where I met Deng Shiyao on the ancient battlefield and stayed together for two months seems to be vivid in my memory.

shhhhhh...

Fierce sword lights came from a distance, and the great monk Yuan surnamed Jin Dan and others rushed over.

"It's you--"

The great Jindan monk surnamed Yuan exclaimed, his expression changing.

There were also one or two monks beside him, who recognized Yang Fan's identity and were taken aback: "It's him... that high-ranking pharmacist."

whoosh whoosh—

In a short while, the cultivator of Lingxiao Xianjianmen flew close, and with a "hula", Yang Fan was surrounded.

"Fellow Daoist Yuan, after 20 years of separation, I never thought you would recognize Yang immediately."

Yang Fan smiled slightly, seemingly surprised.

"Even if you turn into ashes, the old man can recognize you." The old man surnamed Yuan raised his arm and pointed at him, his voice trembling, his eyes were as sharp as blades, and he stared at Yang Fan fiercely.

Even after more than 20 years, Yang Fan's appearance has not changed at all.

"It's been more than 20 years, a total of 28 years and three months..."

The commoner man surnamed Yuan was extremely excited. He pointed at Yang Fan with a look of shock and anger, and said in a trembling voice, "It's all my fault that I was deceived by your hypocritical face. How could I know that you are a wolf in sheep's clothing. For 28 years, this old man has been from Living with guilt, my black hair turned white."

The commoner old man surnamed Yuan was short of breath, and his eyes were flushed with anger.

Finally, he took a deep breath: "Today... the old man finally caught you."

Yang Fan was slightly taken aback, he didn't expect the old man surnamed Yuan to have such a big reaction.

I just used the teleportation array here, and at most I just abducted a female cultivator from Lingxiao Xianjianmen. Is the matter really that serious?

"Boy, tell me quickly, how did you return from the ancient mysterious relic? Why did you come back alone? Where is Shiyao?"

The civilian old man surnamed Yuan gradually calmed down, and said in a tone like questioning and examining a prisoner.

Because the teleportation array here leads to the ancient mysterious relic.

Even the only sword cultivator school in the Thirteen Kingdoms of the Northern Qin Dynasty, "Lingxiao Xianjianmen", used to come from that mysterious site.

Since ancient times, people who have been teleported from here have not returned.

However, Yang Fan broke this iron law today.

Faced with the questioning of the old man surnamed Yuan, Yang Fan remained calm and said calmly, "I want to see Shiyao's master, and I have something to convey to her personally."

"You want to see 'Elder Feng'!?" The expression of the old man surnamed Yuan changed slightly.

He looked at Yang Fan carefully for a moment, only to realize that the other party gave him an invulnerable and unfathomable feeling.

"I haven't seen you for so many years. I'm afraid your cultivation has reached the stage of a great monk in the late Jindan period?"

The commoner-clothed old man surnamed Yuan asked tentatively with his eyes flickering.

If Yang Fan really has a late-stage great cultivator, if he insists on escaping, it may be unrealistic for people like himself to capture and kill him.

"In a place ruled by the demon clan, without any progress, how can Yang come out alive?"

Yang Fan smiled lightly, looking leisurely.

The old man surnamed Yuan and the others couldn't help being shocked when they heard this.

It seems that Yang Fan really returned from the ancient mysterious place.

Not only did he return successfully, but he also brought a shocking news: the place where the ancient teleportation array leads is actually a terrifying place ruled by the monster race.

All the monks couldn't help but look at each other, feeling chills in their hearts.

Because in the land of Northern Qin, human cultivators dominated the world of cultivating immortals, and the monster races lived in barren mountains and wild forests and were expelled by humans.

The situation described by Yang Fan in just a few words can be described as a blockbuster.

"Okay, I'll take you to Elder Feng." The commoner surnamed Yuan took a deep look at Yang Fan, and then led the way.

The surrounding monks looked at Yang Fan with vigilance and hostility, fearing that he would run away.

"Don't be rude, if Yaoshi Yang wants to escape, none of us can stop him."

The old man surnamed Yuan scolded.

These monks put away their hostility immediately, but still secretly stared at Yang Fan's every move.

"You guard the ancient battlefield here, and I will take Yang Yaoshi to the sect..."

The old man surnamed Yuan thought for a while and ordered.

"Wait." Yang Fan interrupted him.

"What's your opinion, Pharmacist Yang?" The commoner man surnamed Yuan shone with divine light.

"I'll wait here and let Elder Feng come to see me, and at most one Nascent Soul cultivator can come. Otherwise, Yang will turn around and leave."

Yang Fan said indifferently.

Ling Xiao Xian Jian Sect is one of the three super sects of the Thirteen Kingdoms of the Northern Qin Dynasty.

As far as Yang Fan knows, there are at least four or five Nascent Soul powerhouses among the superpowers like this, and there are even even more terrifying Nascent Soul monks.

How could he enter such a sect easily.

"How dare you raise conditions?" The old man surnamed Yuan was sullen.

"Ms. Yang has a messenger talisman here, which was left to me by Shiyao. If you don't agree, Mrs. Yang will tear it up and leave immediately."

Yang Fan pursed his lips slightly.

"you……"

The old man surnamed Yuan twitched a few times, obviously trying to suppress his anger.

When the monks nearby heard this remark, they were all in good spirits, showing a murderous look on their faces.

"I'll count to three..." Yang Fan seemed a little impatient, he was still in a hurry to return to Yuyang.

"Three... two... one..." Yang Fan counted quickly, and when he counted to one, he was about to turn around and leave.

"You are courting death!"

The commoner man surnamed Yuan finally erupted, with a point of his finger, his silver flying sword turned into a rainbow of startling light, carrying a rain of swords, covering Yang Fan's head.

A blow from a golden core cultivator should not be underestimated, let alone a sword cultivator known for his powerful attack power?
Puff ding ding ding...

The silver sword energy submerged Yang Fan, making a sound like hitting an anvil.

Yang Fan was like a metal statue, standing on the spot, despite the beating of the storm, he remained motionless.

After that series of terrifying attacks, all the cultivators of Lingxiao Xianjianmen were stunned.

The commoner-clothed old man surnamed Yuan lost his mind for a while.

"With this level of attack, you dare to make a fool of yourself?"

Yang Fan sneered, and the light yellow crystal light lingering around his body gradually dissipated.

For Deng Shiyao's sake, he did not fight back.

"You...you are not a Golden Core cultivator..."

The old man surnamed Yuan was ashen-faced.

No matter how stupid he is, he understands the current situation.

Under Yang Fan's indifferent gaze, the old man surnamed Yuan hurried back to Ling Xiao Xian Jianmen.

"Remember, there can only be at most one Nascent Soul Stage expert."

Yang Fan sat lazily on a rock, and all the sword cultivators guarding the ancient battlefield looked at him in horror.

Half a month later, a burst of Confucian grandeur familiar to Yang Fan came from the north of the ancient battlefield.

In the field of vision, there appeared a beautiful woman with a graceful temperament, an extraordinary temperament, and a graceful and luxurious appearance.

This is actually a Nascent Soul-level Confucian expert!
"It's you...Yang Tian!!!" The luxurious and beautiful woman stared at Yang Fan and exclaimed, with love and hate mixed in her eyes, complicated and inexplicable.

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