Xianhong Road

Chapter 520 Great Cultivator Crisis
(three more)
"That Sanyou old devil is notoriously scheming, and is very likely to be the real murderer. He wants to use this to frame him, and use the hands of the Great Elder to get rid of my great hatred."

Faced with the blood-refined patriarch's accusation, Yang Fan certainly wouldn't be so stupid as to admit that he was the murderer.

It would be best to lure this terrifying blood-refining patriarch to Sanyou old devil, let the two old devils fight each other, and beat each other to death.

However, this blood-refining patriarch, as a Nascent Soul monster who has stood for thousands of years, has a deep city, so how could he be easily used as a spear?
"Hmph, before the truth of the matter is clarified, you, Sanyou old devil, Lie Wuhuan, including the medicine king, may be the murderer behind the scenes, and I will not miss any of them."

The face of the ancestor of Xue Lian was indifferent, and he didn't completely listen to Yang Fan's flickering.

Such a response was not unexpected by Yang Fan, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't expect these two old demons to fight, as long as he didn't face the oppression of the two Nascent Souls at the same time, he didn't need to be afraid.

"Then dare to ask, what is the Great Elder going to do?" Yang Fan continued to ask without changing his expression.

"You four, follow me to the 'Blood Refining Sect' for interrogation, otherwise don't blame my subordinates for being ruthless."

A cold light flickered in the eyes of the ancestor of blood refinement, and his tone was domineering and could not be disobeyed.

Yang Fan was silent for a moment, smiled slightly, and said with a little deep meaning: "The wish of the Great Elder may be difficult to realize. Yuyang Country is no longer the Yuyang Country it used to be."

"Little Yuyang country, with my order, it can be bloodbathed within half a year."

The blood mole between the eyebrows of the ancestor of Xue Lian jumped suddenly, shaking his heart, and brought great pressure to Yang Fan.

"How much you resist, I don't care if you are the real culprit or not, I would rather kill the wrong one than let you go..."

The chill on the face of the blood refining patriarch was even stronger, revealing his murderous intent.

"Hahaha... Patriarch Xuelian, you are so arrogant. When you come to my Yuyang country, you really think you can kill at will, and you are supercilious?"

An old long laugh came.

shhhhh! !
Two powerful auras rushed over here.

The two visitors were a hunchbacked old man and a haggard old man.

It was the Poison King and the Butian King.

Two Nascent Soul monks.

The complexion of the ancestor of Xue Lian changed slightly, he did not expect that there would be several Nascent Souls in Yang Fan's camp.

On the other side, after Yun Yuxi had properly arranged Yaowang to Xianhong Medical Center, she also rushed over quickly.

Yang Fan, Yun Yuxi, King of Poison, King of Butian.

In this way, it is the four great souls.

The ancestor of Xue Lian turned serious, and put away his contempt.

Although he is a great Nascent Soul cultivator, he is not absolutely sure of facing four Nascent Soul experts at the same time.

"Do you think that the large number of people can make me retreat?" The ancestor of Xue Lian sneered proudly: "If it is compared with the number of people, I will not go alone, but lead the seven major sects of Jin to Yuyang."

He was obviously telling Yang Fan that it is best to come with me in a sensible manner, otherwise, don't blame the whole Yuyang for personal grievances.

Hearing this, the faces of Du Wang and others changed.

The only one who was unmoved was Yang Fan. He said with a smile: "Although the seven great sects of the Jin Kingdom are powerful, and there are many Nascent Soul strongmen, the sphere of influence they command is more than millions of miles? What's more, the Jin Kingdom's western Qi State's "Sanqing Gate" is not the main area of ​​attack by the nine barbarian tribes, but is only restrained and can breathe at any time."

It is well known that the Sanqing Sect of Qi State and the Blood Refining Sect of Jin State, two superpowers, have been fighting for thousands of years.

If Patriarch Xue Lian leads the Seven Sects of Jin State to invade Yuyang State, once the old enemy "Sanqingmen" can take a breather, he can immediately attack from behind.

Although Yang Fan is in the Yuyang Kingdom, he also pays attention to the general situation of the Thirteen Kingdoms of the Northern Qin Dynasty through the news network of the Dark Blood Dynasty.

Therefore, when facing the threat of the blood refining ancestor, he can be calm and composed.

A strange look flashed in the eyes of the ancestor of Xue Lian, and he stared at Yang Fan coldly: "I didn't expect that Yang Daoyou was in Yuyang, and he knew so much about the general situation of Northern Qin. However, you still misjudged the strength of Jin State, and you will be wiped out!" Little Yuyang doesn't need to use a quarter of his strength."

"Hehe, the Great Elder probably also misjudged Yuyang's current strength." Yang Fan smiled lightly: "If there is an invasion of foreign monks, I will join hands with Sanyou Old Devil to deal with any super power."

"Okay, okay, today the sect wants to see what you, a young boy with a newly promoted Nascent Soul, are capable of."

The ancestor of blood refinement smiled instead of anger, his white shirt swayed in the wind, and blood-colored ripples rolled around, making the whole area feel like it was in a desperate situation of death.

Seeing this scene, Yun Yuxi and the other three Nascent Soul powerhouses immediately sacrificed their magic weapons and surrounded the Xuelian Patriarch.

King Butian smiled lightly and said, "The Great Elder really thinks that he can defeat the four of us by himself?"

"You will know if you try it..." The blood-colored ripples rolling around the ancestor of Xuelian became more and more rapid, and it actually carried a force that drained the spirit of fighting spirit, making several people's heart beat faster.

The jade hand of Yun Yuxi lightened in mid-air, a green wave of light rippled from the palm of the hand, and a fresh fragrance suddenly appeared in the surrounding area, intertwined with the breath of bloody killing.

The ancestor of Xue Lian glanced at Yun Yuxi, and his eyes showed surprise. Although the other party was a monk in the early stage of Yuanying, his cultivation skills were extraordinary, and he could resist his "blood pattern demon refining energy" to a certain extent.

Thinking of this, the bloody ripples on his body became more and more intense, like death rays, shooting in all directions. Wherever they passed, there were no creatures in the sky, trees withered, and birds fell.

King Butian and Poison King operated their defensive shields, which could barely block the "blood-streaked magic energy", and the pressure was quite high.

Yun Yuxi's pretty face is peaceful and peaceful, her eyes are full of green vitality, and her slender hands are in the air, changing like a lotus flower, making the vibrant green more fresh and fragrant.

She raised her head slightly, wearing a spotless green long dress, and her hair pouring down like willow silk, floating like a fairy in the fresh green breeze.

A circle of faint green light lingers around her body, shining and hazy, giving people a pleasing natural beauty.

With the initial cultivation base of Yuan Ying, she blocked the "blood-line devil refining energy" of the ancestor of blood refinement, and even weakened the power within its range by half.

Such a scene finally moved Patriarch Xuelian. He stared at Yun Yuxi and sighed: "Beautiful, very beautiful. If I can combine with Feng'er, I will be very willing, but it's a pity..."

Under the power of this beautiful nature, he even had the illusion that he couldn't bear to kill him.

Yun Yuxi smiled sweetly, and her voice was as sweet as the sounds of nature: "Thank you for your kindness, senior, but Yuxi has her own heart, and I hope that senior can let Grandpa go and dissolve the 'Blood Soul Curse Seal' on his body."

"I can agree that before the truth of the matter is clarified, I will not kill him for the time being." The ancestor Xue Lian actually made a concession, and glanced at Yang Fan again, and said indifferently: "Even if these three people are present, I will Sagittarius only needs to pay a small price to kill you and leave Yuyang calmly."

"Senior is really so confident?" Yang Fan smiled: "Yang has a suggestion."

"Tell me." The ancestor Xue Lian put his hands behind his back, calm and composed. In the face of absolute strength, he didn't believe that the opponent could play any tricks.

"Since the senior is so confident, then Yang will come to a gambling battle, only limited to you and me, without involving other people.

"What's the bet?" The ancestor of Xue Lian pursed his mouth, with a little playfulness, and seemed to be a little interested.

"Betting on whether the senior can kill Yang within a stick of incense. And during the battle, Yang will not run away. If the senior succeeds, the goal has been achieved. If the senior loses, the senior will return to Yuyang. Within 50 years, Do not take the initiative to invade our forces"

Yang Fan smiled.

"You really dare to bet?" Patriarch Xue Lian felt incredible, and even wondered if he heard it wrong.

Fighting alone, he had great confidence in killing a monk in the early stage of Yuanying within a stick of incense.

What's more, the opponent promises not to flee.

Within the same level, there will be a gap in strength between Nascent Soul powerhouses, and it is not too difficult to defeat a Nascent Soul.

But if you want to kill a Nascent Soul strongman, the difficulty will increase several times.

The most important reason for this is that Nascent Soul powerhouses have means to save their lives and escape, and it is difficult to kill them if they want to escape.

The ancestor of Xue Lian asked again and again: "Single-handed, a stick of incense, you really don't want to run?"

"Not bad." Yang Fan said with a smile: "Does the Great Elder dare to bet?"

"Hahaha..." Patriarch Xue Lian let out a long laugh: "Young man, you have just entered Nascent Soul, right? This bet is too unfair to you, and I can't bear it. Have you really thought about it?"

Fighting alone, without running away, the ancestor of Xue Lian is absolutely sure to kill the monks in the early stage of Yuanying.

Not to mention the time for a stick of incense, even if the time is shortened by one tenth, it can be done.

"Brother Yang..." Yun Yuxi's bright eyes were full of deep worry, her pretty face was slightly pale, and she couldn't help exclaiming.

"You all back out ten miles, Yuxi, don't worry, I will be fine."

Yang Fan waved his hand lightly, his eyes met Yun Yuxi's with a smile on his face.

The two stared at each other for a moment, as if infected by the confidence in his eyes, Yun Yuxi finally nodded, and the three of them retreated ten feet away.

High in the sky, only Yang Fan and the ancestor of Xue Lian were left facing each other far away.

"Yang has already considered it clearly, what is the elder's opinion?"

"One stick of incense is too long, so reduce it to half a stick of incense." The ancestor of Xue Lian said confidently, "If I win, I will kill you, and I will go to Sanyou old devil to settle the score. If I lose, In 50 years, your forces will not be attacked."

When the two decided to bet on each other, Luo Yan and his son in the Pu'ai Medical Center in the distance fetched half a stick of incense and lit it.

This also means that the gambling war has officially begun.

Yang Fan took a deep breath and landed slowly, the light yellow light flowed around his body endlessly, exuding a heavy and mountainous aura from his whole body.

The ancestor of blood refinement showed a strange color, and Yang Fan in this state gave him an illusion of being invulnerable and unshakable.

woohoo~~~
He stood in the void, blood-red airflow circling around his body, his eyes gradually turned cold, and when he raised one hand, the blood-red airflow formed a shocking blood-red light spinning ball.

A trembling heaven and earth power emanated from the blood-colored light spinning ball.

At this moment, all the forces in the world were suppressed,

Within a hundred miles, including the three high-ranking Nascent Souls who were watching the battle, they all felt bored.

Yang Fan seemed to have an illusion that even the ground under his feet trembled with fear.

He finally understood that Patriarch Xuelian was a Nascent Soul cultivator with stronger magic power than Sanyou.

Facing one of the top three monks in Beiqin, can he create a miracle?
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