Xianhong Road

Chapter 481 Dark Clouds of the Devil's Way
"what are you doing?!!"

Yang Fan couldn't help being shocked when he saw Hu Fei swallowing the Nascent Soul.

The Nascent Soul is the condensate of the soul power of a strong Nascent Soul who has spent hundreds of years in his life. How terrifying is the energy contained in it?
If the Nascent Soul explodes, the power generated at close range is enough to annihilate the existence below the stage of transformation.

Legend has it that there are certain alien or taboo exercises in the world that can refine and devour the "Yuanying" so as to achieve the purpose of improving strength.

However, that is just a legend.

Just imagine, with the massive energy contained in the Nascent Soul, who can digest it.

Even if the power that can be digested and absorbed is not his own, it is difficult to transform it into a power that is consistent with himself.

With the high-level cultivation of Jindan, devouring the Nascent Soul, there is only one end: exploding and dying
However, after Hu Fei swallowed the Nascent Soul, he showed enjoyment, and the ferocity and madness on his face gradually eased.

Then, he frowned again, feeling a little uncomfortable.

Driven by an instinct, Hu Fei sat cross-legged, his whole body was surrounded by purple light, his body muscles swelled, and his hair stood on end.

A powerful and tyrannical aura, centered on him, filled a twenty-foot radius.

Within the range of twenty feet, purple lightning and crimson flames roared and raged, and it was impossible for ordinary people to get close to them.

Seeing that Hu Fei did not end up as he imagined, Yang Fan breathed a sigh of relief.

At the same time, he sent a sound transmission to King Butian: "Mr. Mu, go to the entrance to guard, and help Hu Fei protect the law by the way."

Although King Butian didn't understand the reason, he didn't hesitate at all, he flew quickly and rushed to the entrance in a short time.

As soon as he arrived at the place, he felt a frightening force, and his gaze was fixed on the face of Hu Fei, who was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed.

He couldn't help but smiled wryly, "I can't even get close, so how can I protect him?"

Not to mention him, even the generation of Xianyuanying, it is difficult to get close to Hu Fei.

King Butian turned to look towards the sky, and found that Yang Fan was holding a scroll of landscape painting in his hand, motionless.

And another Nascent Soul mid-stage strongman stood still and kept hitting, full of fighting spirit and amazing destructive power.

If you observe carefully, you will find that in the landscape scroll in Yang Fan's hand, the scenery is shattered little by little, and then reunited little by little.

There is a person in the picture scroll, roaring and shouting loudly, launching waves of violent attacks, but he doesn't know it.

Most of Yang Fan's mind was integrated into the picture scroll, forming an illusion, and he was inextricably fighting with the heroic man in black armor.

After fighting for a while, the heroic man in black armor finally felt something was wrong and stopped suddenly.

Swish!
The Yang Fan who fought with him before suddenly disappeared.

"Hehe, in the 'world in the painting', it is difficult to distinguish between real and fake, even if the strength is several times stronger?"

Yang Fan's mocking sound came.

"Damn..." The heroic man in black armor roared and finally calmed down.

He took a deep breath and used his spiritual sense with all his strength to gain insight into every detail around him.

However, Yang Fan's ancient treasure "The World in the Painting" can deceive even the consciousness of the gods.

Of course, with the other party's mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivation, this picture scroll can trap him for a while at most.

Yang Fan took this opportunity to observe Hu Fei's situation.

Hu Fei released another non-human taboo aura, which gradually spread, making all the creatures on the ghost corpse mountain tremble involuntarily.

"This breath is very similar to that of the monster race, but it is also the body of a human being..."

Yang Fan stared at Hu Fei closely, his eyes flickering.

Hu Fei's identity is very doubtful, not to mention his natural ability to master thunder and fire, and there is an untouchable taboo power sealed in his body.

However, with the passage of time, the throbbing tyrannical aura on Hu Fei's body calmed down a lot.

Seeing this, Yang Fan felt relieved, it seemed that Hu Fei might refine the energy that devoured the Nascent Soul.

Maybe the next time you leave the customs, you will be promoted to Nascent Soul.

"Even if he can't be promoted to Nascent Soul, I will help him break through."

Yang Fan looked at Hu Fei and had already made up his mind.

If there is one more powerful Nascent Soul to assist, Yang Fan will have a little more chance of winning in the process of fighting against Sanyou Old Demon.

Click! ——

After another half a cup of tea time, the scenery in the landscape scroll in Yang Fan's hand suddenly disappeared, and even the figures inside disappeared.

The heroic man in black armor held a huge black sword, with cold killing intent and hatred on his face, he rushed towards Yang Fan like a wild shadow.

Yang Fan took his time, sacrificed Fang Tian Jin Mingzhuan again, and fought with him.

The two giant magic weapons roared and collided in mid-air, and they were evenly matched in a short time.

A monk in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul with black armor, his face is crazy, and his mana surges wildly.

And Yang Fan, with his feet on the ground and his hands in mid-air commanding without slowing down, is as calm as a mountain.

In this way, half a day passed, and the middle-stage cultivator of the Heijia Nascent Soul became more and more boring.

No matter how fierce his attack was, it couldn't hurt Yang Fan at all.

During this period, he took turns launching several supernatural powers, spells and secret techniques, and Yang Fan handled them calmly.

From the beginning to the end, Yang Fan stood on the spot with both feet, without moving for a moment.

Until late at night, at a certain moment, Yang Fan stood up suddenly, and a ray of dazzling blue light shot out from his hand.

The soul-piercing needle pierced the black-armored Nascent Soul mid-stage cultivator at a speed that could not be caught by the naked eye.

Bass~
At the same time, the Glazed Cold Crystal Snake flew away, carrying an extremely cold force that slowed him down.

The middle-stage cultivator of the Black Armor Nascent Soul felt a pain in his heart, and immediately felt a cold air pressing directly on his bone marrow and soul.

"not good!"

There was a trace of panic on his face, and the black armor on his body subconsciously activated, condensing a layer of black light.

scoff——

The next moment, Yang Fan's Xiangyun boots trembled, and he moved behind the middle-aged Heijia Yuanying in an instant, and slapped him hard on the back.

boom! !

The power of Yang Fan's palm, like a mountain torrent erupting, hit the black light spinner, and the blood of the black-armored Nascent Soul cultivator surged up, barely suppressing a mouthful of blood, and his complexion was slightly pale.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly and almost subconsciously launched the defensive magic weapon. Otherwise, even if he didn't die on the spot, he would be seriously injured.

The sneak attack failed, and without hesitation, Yang Fan entangled the middle-aged Heijia Nascent Soul with a silent black shadow in his hand.

The black-armored Nascent Soul man had already felt a warning sign, the black armor on his body trembled, and the black light circle suddenly burst into three-foot black light, which actually knocked back the phantom blood-sucking snake whip.

Yang Fan was secretly startled, the man in the black armor Nascent Soul had an almost instinctive sense of fighting.

This is a fighting consciousness honed through thousands of battles, which allowed him to avoid Yang Fan's serial killing schemes.

"This person is so insidious."

The Nascent Soul man in black armor broke out in a cold sweat, and had the illusion of walking out of the gate of hell.

Yang Fan smiled coldly, flapped his hands repeatedly, and the yellow and green rays of light exploded, suddenly forming a dragon with a length of more than ten feet, rushing him back in an instant with the momentum of swallowing mountains and rivers.

Boom! !
The black-armored Nascent Soul man was horrified, it was the first time he had seen an existence that had cultivated the form of aura to this level.

Moreover, the dragon in the form of aura seems to have some charm and momentum, just like a real dragon.

With the improvement of the realm, Yang Fan, who has mastered the nature of life, has made a further breakthrough in the means of spiritual energy transformation.

In the past, the spiritual species transformed by the transformation of aura had only appearance and momentum, but no charm.

However, after being promoted to the Yangen stage, Yang Fan's further comprehension of the nature of life made Yang Fan's spells gradually possess the charm and instinct of living creatures.

Yang Fan once speculated: the highest state of aura transformation, the species transformed will be able to confuse the real, and even have a certain amount of wisdom, and fight according to the will of the master.

Of course, this is just his conjecture. To Yang Fan, it is also unknown to Yang Fan how far the "spiritual energy transformation" that he has comprehended by himself will evolve.

Teng Teng Teng Teng Teng Teng ~ ~
The Nascent Soul man in black armor felt aggrieved when he was repelled head-on by Yang Fan for the first time.

As a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, his cultivation was superior to the opponent's, but he was suppressed, and even almost lost his way.

"You are also in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, you are much worse than Sanyou old devil."

Yang Fan had a sneer on his face, the glazed cold crystal snake on his shoulder was spitting snake letters, staring coldly at the man in the black armor Nascent Soul.

The Nascent Soul man in black armor had a look of fear on his face. He took a deep breath, calmed down instead, and asked, "Did the third sister die at your hands?"

"Dead." Yang Fan smiled faintly: "You are still far from revenge."

Heijia Yuanying took a deep look at him, and said with a sneer, "I'm absolutely sure of your identity. When you return to Beiqin, your target is Sanyou Old Demon."

"So what?" Yang Fan narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking to himself: This person seems to know my situation better.

"I can't kill you." The black-armored Nascent Soul man said mockingly, "It's just that with your strength, you will die in the hands of the 'Sanyou Old Demon' sooner or later."

"Are you so sure?" Yang Fan calmed down and stared at him with a smile.

The Nascent Soul man in black armor didn't say much anymore, his body turned into a black light spin, and he ran towards the ghost corpse mountain.

"Sooner or later, I will die in the hands of 'Sanyou Old Demon'?" Yang Fan pursed his lips and smiled: "Hehe, so the 'Three Demons' have already colluded with 'Moyang Sect'?"

Hearing this sound, the Nascent Soul man in black armor paused for a moment, and immediately rushed towards the sky.

Yang Fan watched him leave with a very solemn expression, as if he felt the seriousness of the situation.

"Sooner or later, I will die at the hands of Sanyou old devil?"

He weighed this sentence over and over again, and then murmured to himself: "Three demon sects... Demon Yang sect... two great sects of demon sects co-exist in Yuyang, and they get along peacefully?"

Yang Fan faintly smelled a conspiracy.

"Since returning to Yuyang Country, I have never seen Sanyou Old Demon take any action against me. Moreover, his true strength is still unknown..."

Yang Fan's eyes flickered, and after a long time of deliberation, Fang raised his head to look at the sky.

In his eyes, there was a glass-like crystal luster, as if he saw the billowing dark clouds filling the sky over Yuyang Kingdom.

……

For the next half month, Yang Fan stayed in Ghost Corpse Mountain.

One, he and King Butian revived the Dark Blood Dynasty.

Under Yang Fan's omniscient senses, almost none of these members of the organization can lie in front of him.

In addition, the soul of the Heaven Devouring King is still in the soul pot.At the same time there are still one or two alive.

Under the interrogation of the two, many internal troubles were quickly uncovered, and Liwei was killed on the spot to make a warning to others.

It took a total of four or five days of effort, and Yang Fan and King Butian finally eliminated the rebellion of the top leaders of the organization one by one.

"In the organization, there are still some low-level and middle-level rebellious and evil-minded people, and King Laomu will deal with it."

Yang Fan sighed lightly.

"Okay, leave these to me." King Butian smiled faintly and drifted away.

Yang Fan waited in front of the thousand-year-old tomb to protect Hu Fei.

Hu Fei closed his eyes unfortunately, but the aura on his body rose little by little.

Yang Fan had the patience to wait quietly, and at the same time he was very much looking forward to Hu Fei after waking up.

But one day half a month later, a ghostly figure flashed in front of Yang Fan, knelt down and saluted: "Report to the king, Senior Poison King appeared, and came to Wuliu Town..."

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