Xianhong Road

Chapter 526 Peak Showdown ([-])

The two powerhouses of Yuyang Kingdom who rule the lives of the common people stand thousands of feet high in the sky.

The Mohuang Sword and Overlord Spear trembled slightly in the hands of their respective masters, causing the air in the surrounding area to throb.

The two demons attacked Li Bao, and they seemed to have started an invisible battle with each other.

At this moment, the battle of thousands of monks under their feet was eclipsed.

The gloomy luster in Sanyou old devil's eyes gradually condensed into one point, his mental thoughts were highly concentrated, and his complexion was unprecedentedly dignified.

Although he understands that the opponent in front of him is only in the early stage of Nascent Soul, and there is a big gap between him and himself.

But he didn't dare to be careless or careless.

If he loses today's battle, he may never be able to make a comeback.

The battle between the feet was like ants, presenting an overwhelming situation. The monks in the Yangjiabao camp had completely surrounded the Demon Yang Sect, driving the remaining less than [-] monks to a desperate situation.

"Quick fight and quick decision!!"

This thought flashed in Sanyou Old Demon's mind, and with a shake of the Tyrant Emperor's Spear in his hand, the entire void trembled inexplicably.

The extremely powerful and deep magic light condensed on the black and heavy spear, implying a kind of invincibility that penetrates the void, which makes people feel an inexplicable pain in their hearts.

sizzle sizzle~~
The rare dark blue arc of magic path on the Overlord's Spear was tightly restrained, catalyzing the destructive dominance of the Nine Nether Demon Art to the extreme.

Shi Qianhan took a deep breath, in front of this absolutely irresistible force, his whole body seemed to be nailed into the void.

Whoop! ——

A dark blue electric arc pierced towards Shi Qianhan like lightning.

You can't dodge, you don't even have time to think about using the Xiangyun boots.

Yuanying period.

Absolute power, absolute speed, absolute destructive power.

The magic way attacks Li Bao, the power of the magic way of thunder and lightning, plus the eternal magic power of nine seclusion.

Such a blow is ridiculous enough to be proud of Yuanying, how can I ask Yuyang Beiqin, who will fight for the front?

clang~~
Shi Qianhan barely used the Mohuang sword to block the spear that dominates the world, and at the same time activated the defensive magic weapon.

With a sound of "click", the defensive layer on his body suddenly dimmed, and shattered in the blink of an eye, as if the phantom spear shadow that could penetrate the void, still lingering, pierced Shi Qianhan's body fiercely.

His whole hand holding the sword was shattered, blood flowed out, and he lost consciousness, as if the whole arm no longer belonged to him.

scoff——

The spear slashed across the Mohuang sword, and sparks flew everywhere, and it was about to pierce Shi Qianhan's body.

At this extremely critical moment, a black scroll appeared in Shi Qianhan's other hand.

The black volume vibrated, forming a solid black mask, surrounded by mysterious runes and flames.

"Secret Scroll?" Old Demon Sanyou raised his eyebrows, and the Tyrant Emperor's Spear ruthlessly pierced the black mask surrounding the mysterious runes and flames.

hum~~
The runes and flames moved rapidly, and the light gradually dimmed.

However, the next moment, the dim light suddenly brightened again.

The mask formed by the dense black rolls can actually absorb magic power to a certain extent.

What a weird scroll...

The old devil Sanyou showed a strange expression on his face, and there was a hint of greed in his eyes.

As a high-level talisman that can be used many times, the secret scroll is very rare in the world of cultivating immortals, let alone such a rare high-level secret scroll.

This black scroll was obtained by Shi Qianhan after he killed Qu Yue, a disciple of "Xuanyou Demon Lord", when he was in Neihai, and he has not used it much.

boom!
Shi Qianhan took advantage of the situation, and his body was sent flying tens of feet away. He flipped several times in the air, spit out a mouthful of blood, and his complexion was slightly pale.

He retracted the secret scroll with a dignified expression, deeply understanding the gap between himself and Sanyou old devil.

The two practiced the same technique, with such a big difference in realm, failure was a doomed end.

Although Shi Qianhan's Nine Nether Demon Art is more complete, Sanyou Old Demon has practiced this art for hundreds of years, with profound skills and rich experience, and his comprehension of the middle mystery is not bad.

Before Sanyou Old Demon's next attack came, Shi Qianhan popped a drop of blue magnificent liquid from his hand, raised his neck, and swallowed it into his mouth.

It is the defective Reverse Spirit Blood.

He muttered to himself, "The last drop."

In an instant, his muscles swelled, full of violent and wild power, like the body of a beast, and the blue crystal light in his eyes gradually ignited.

Sanyou Old Demon's pupils shrank, but he sneered, holding the Tyrant Emperor's Spear, and forced him to come over, waving a trembling phantom.

Shi Qianhan's fighting strength increased greatly, and the Mohuang Sword swung a river of black sword energy, striking together with the opponent's Overlord Spear.

jingle jingle~~
The two quickly fought a real fire, and the two domineering attack Libao kept colliding, and the golden sharp energy and the destructive power of the magic way overflowed, forming a death black prison covering several miles.

Thousands of monks who are fighting under their feet can look up and see the deep and terrifying black dead area, exuding the breath of death and destruction, and even a glance makes their hearts jump.

The high-level Nascent Soul who was fighting in all directions nearby also sensed the shocking power, so naturally they would not get involved and kept their distance.

Everyone understands that the decisive battle between Shi Qianhan and Sanyou old devil will determine the true fate of this war of cultivating immortals.

If the Sanyou old devil wins, he can turn the whole situation around with his own power and truly turn the tables.

Once he is free, the rest of the high-level Nascent Soul that is in a state of balance will be destroyed one by one.

On the other hand, if Shi Qianhan wins, he will become the real winner of this battle of immortal cultivation, and will rule the fate of the common people in Yuyang's immortal cultivation world from then on.

Jingle clang clang clang——

The sound of metal and iron clanging frightened dozens of miles around, making everything eclipsed by it.

Demonic clouds billowed above the two of them, and a gloomy demonic flame gradually attached to the two attacking treasures.

The power of the Nether Demonic Flame was attached to the Overlord's Spear and the Demonic Brilliant Sword, and the power produced was even more terrifying.

Whether it's Sanyou Old Demon or Shi Qianhan, the weapons they have pushed to the extreme at the moment are enough to instantly kill an ordinary Nascent Soul with a single blow.

"I'll see how long you can last..."

Sanyou old devil secretly mocked.

As the battle continued, the blue crystal light in Shi Qianhan's eyes gradually dimmed.

Defective reverse spirit blood, this is the last drop.

Although there are no side effects after taking it, the duration is not long.

In such a peak duel, the strength exerted at every moment is extremely strong, and it cannot last.

……

On the other side, somewhere more than a dozen miles away from Mo Yangzong, something happened.

In this not-so-obvious mountain depression, there was originally a huge machine with a dragon head and a turtle back.

It is the Yuan Mie Cannon.

At this moment, a great monk of the magic way, leading two or three high-ranking Jindan and dozens of strong foundation builders, wanted to attack and snatch the Mieyuan Pao.

As a deterrent killing weapon in ancient wars, the Yuan Mie Cannon is naturally very attractive.

The person in charge of the Mieyuan Cannon was Yang Fan's disciple Cang Yun. Although he had put the Mieyuan Cannon in his storage bag, he was still watched by these people.

"Who are you?"

Cang Yun felt something was wrong.

If it was a cultivator of the Demon Yang Sect, how could he have the time to grab his Yuan Mie Cannon?
And the leading black-robed old man had a strong aura, and he seemed to be a great golden core monk, giving Cang Yun an extremely dangerous illusion.

At this moment, all the high-level Nascent Souls were fighting at high altitude, and the rest of the powerful concentrated their strength and attacked the Demon Yang Sect.

"Hurry up, kill this person, take away the Mieyuan Pao, and retreat quickly."

The black-robed old man transmitted sound with his spiritual consciousness, and let the other people surround him, while he himself slapped Cang Yun with a palm, a torrent of black light concentrated on Cang Yun's defensive shield.

Cang Yun let out a muffled snort, his body was sent flying, but his heart was burning with anxiety.

The Yuan Mie Cannon was entrusted to him by his master for safekeeping. If someone took it away, what face would he have to see his master?

"Even if you die, you can't let Mieyuan Pao be taken away."

Cang Yun gritted his teeth, with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, and fled in the direction of Mo Yangzong desperately.

However, these people had expected it long ago, and several other high-ranking Jindan quickly outflanked him.

"Is the sky going to kill me?"

Cang Yun looked desperate, the defensive shield had been torn, and he was severely injured.

However, at this moment, a man's chuckle came: "A monk from the Seven Sects of Jin?"

That voice came from under the ground below, carrying an inexplicable pressure.

The body of the black-robed old man trembled, and his consciousness swept the ground, but he didn't find any existence.

Swish!
A man wearing a sapphire brocade robe floated out of the ground, with a faint yellow crystal light circulating around him.

"It's you……"

The old man in black stared at Yang Fan with a look of horror on his face.

He actually knew Yang Fan?
"Wei Daoyou, I took a quick glance in Luoshan Country back then, but I didn't expect you to still remember Yang."

Yang Fan was very surprised.

It turned out that this black-robed golden core monk was the same golden core monk surnamed Wei who killed Linghu Song in Luoshan Kingdom Xianlaizong.

Thinking back then, how mighty the Great Golden Core Cultivator surnamed Wei was, he easily played with Linghu Song who had taken the inferior Nilingling Blood, and finally killed him.

Later, Yang Fan escaped from the hands of the high-ranking Jindan of the Immortal Fantasy Lingyun Sect. After these people knew his identity, they searched everywhere, but they disappeared.

The great Jindan monk surnamed Wei looked at Yang Fan in horror. Of course he understood the strength and identity of the other party at the moment.

It's just that he didn't understand why the opponent should be fighting Sanyou Laomo at this moment, why he appeared here.

Suddenly, Yang Fan opened his mouth and spit out two words: "Petrochemical—"

A mysterious and strange fluctuation came from the ground under their feet, and the bodies of several people stiffened and petrified little by little, and they fell to the ground.

Around Cang Yun, only dozens of petrified humanoid statues remained.

"Master..."

Cang Yun breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the human statues in this place, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and asked, "What should we do with these people?"

"Don't worry about putting it here, and deal with it after this battle is over."

Yang Fan responded lightly.

Cang Yun hurriedly handed the Yuan Mie Cannon to him, and said with lingering fear: "This is the first time to use a high-grade spirit stone to launch it. The power is too terrifying..."

"Hehe, this battle will end soon, you are ready to wait for the aftermath..."

Yang Fan smiled casually, his body merged into the ground and disappeared.

Cang Yun looked at the place where the master disappeared, with a puzzled expression on his face: "Why didn't the master help Shi Qianhan beat Sanyou old devil? What is he doing hiding underground?"

He didn't know that while he was muttering in a low voice, Yang Fan had sneaked into the treasure house under the Demon Yang Sect.

Just like during the bloodbath of the Ghost Gate, when Shi Qianhan was fighting the old devil Sanyou, Yang Fan himself was digging out the family property of the Demon Yangzong.

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