Xianhong Road

Chapter 549 Sweep everything

Yang Fan took Hu Fei and flew over Wuliu Town.

When he flew to a certain height, he suddenly stopped, closed his eyes, and felt everything around him.

Hu Fei also stopped, just jumped in the void like a monkey, and didn't bother him.

"That's right, the ancient strange array actually has two layers..."

After a long time, Yang Fan smiled and felt very satisfied.

The entire Wuliu Town is protected by an invisible formation.

This is the simplified version of the ancient strange formation in the colorful castle of the Nine Serenity Secret Realm.

It was improved and simplified by Deng Shiyao based on the drawings.

Except that there is no forbidden field, this formation is similar to the layout of the colorful castle.

In the formation, the concentration of spiritual energy is much better than that of the outside world, and it is more effective with less effort when practicing.

What surprised Yang Fan even more was that the ancient strange formation covering this place has two layers.

Divided into inner and outer layers.

The inner layer is a small formation covering the entire Wuliu Town.

And the outer layer should be the Great Formation of the Immortal City within a thousand miles.

The former is just a small town, insignificant.

But the latter is a fairy city with a radius of thousands of miles. The space is so large that it can accommodate hundreds of thousands of monks, which is more than enough.

Such a large array layout must have consumed a lot of materials and manpower.

"Let's go around this fairy city first..."

Yang Fan showed some interest and took Hu Fei to fly within a thousand miles.

Soon, the two came to the edge of Xiancheng.

Not far away, there stands a majestic city wall with a height of hundreds of feet. All kinds of creatures seem insignificant in front of it.

Not to mention the height of the city wall, it is only the material for its construction, which is the original ore material for refining magic weapons in the world of cultivating immortals.

Perhaps, such low-level raw materials are not enough to withstand the attacks of high-level cultivators, but its thickness and height are enough to make people sigh.

The thickness of the city wall is only ten feet, and it is also made of materials from the world of cultivating immortals, which shows its strength of resistance.

From a distance, it looks like a mountain.

When he came near the city gate, Yang Fan also saw a moat, which was hundreds of feet wide.

The river water is guided from the Qingjiang River.

Here, Yang Fan's consciousness captured King Butian.

"King Yang has finally left the customs..."

King Butian let out a long breath, with a bit of surprise on his face, and greeted him.

"All these years, thanks to King Mu."

Yang Fan chatted to express his gratitude, and at the same time asked: "I don't know how the progress of this fairy city project is?"

"80.00% has been completed, the city has been built, and the formation has been built, but a large amount of materials are still needed to further condense the wall... But these, I am afraid that it will not be done in a few years, at least several generations human heart."

Butian King analyzed.

"In 50 years, it has been faster than I imagined to build such an impenetrable fairy city."

Yang Fan smiled with satisfaction.

"It's also thanks to King Yang for getting so many materials, otherwise the process wouldn't be so fast."

King Butian sighed.

After the bloodbath of Guihuanmen and Moyangzong, Yang Fan basically took out all the materials from the warehouses of these two factions.

Not only that, he also asked Shi Qianhan to go to the Inner Sea to get some "coolies", and brought a large amount of materials from the Inner Sea.

Afterwards, Yang Fan chatted with King Butian about the overall situation of Northern Qin.

When it comes to the overall situation of the Northern Qin Dynasty, topics such as "Nine Barbarian Clans" and "Black Wind Demon Emperor" cannot be ignored.

"King Yang really had the foresight back then. When he was fighting against the Sanyou old devil, he asked me to send people to infiltrate the 'Nine Barbarian Clans'. Such foresight is really unimaginable."

King Butian exclaimed.

Yang Fan made such a decision as early as when the nine tribes of barbarians attacked Bei Qin for the first time and mentioned the "Black Wind Demon Emperor".

Hearing King Butian's approval, Yang Fan couldn't be happy. He looked towards the west of North Qin and sighed: "I did this at the beginning, almost because of my intuition, because after listening to you tell the story of the 'Black Wind Demon Emperor', I I feel that this person is extremely terrifying, and maybe one day his wild words will be realized again, and the entire Northern Qin and Thirteen Kingdoms will be flattened."

"Yeah, King Yang's feeling at the beginning was not wrong at all. The 'Black Wind Demon Emperor' is not enough to describe this person as terrifying. Whether it is strength, resourcefulness, or means, he is superior. Not his opponent... If this trend continues, within ten years, the Northern Qin and Thirteen Kingdoms will be crushed by him."

King Butian also expressed deep concern when talking about the Black Wind Demon Emperor.

In the end, he looked at Yang Fan with some anticipation: "At the beginning, you even killed the Sanyou old demon who was possessed by the demon god. Now that you improve your cultivation, you may be able to kill this person and let the Thirteen Kingdoms of the Northern Qin Dynasty return. Be quiet again."

"If the Broken Sword is still in my hand, then it's no problem. Let alone the Nascent Soul stage, even if it's the Transformation God stage, it may be killed by my sword."

Yang Fan sighed bitterly: "It's just that Wushuang's whereabouts are elusive now, and her cultivation level is also erratic."

"That's true," King Butian certainly understood the plot.

When Yang Fan held the broken sword in his hand, how confident he was.

With this sword in hand, Bei Qin is invincible.

That state of contempt for all enemies made even him, an outsider, feel his blood boil.

"I seem to have a feeling..." Yang Fan suddenly took a deep breath, with a solemn and peculiar tone: "One day, I will meet him and fight side by side again..."

"Wish I could see the day."

King Butian looked forward to it. He had no doubt that when Yang Fan and Wushuang join forces next time, they could challenge all unknown and terrifying existences.

However, at his altitude, there was no chance to see Yang Fan and Broken Sword rejoin after all.

These are things for later, so I won't mention them for now.

Yang Fan's goal at this stage is to find the legendary "Tianyi Soul Water" and revive his father, so as to appease the last trace of guilt and anxiety in his heart.

A thousand years seems to be a long time, but the longer it takes, the lower the success rate of resurrection.

Yang Fan naturally understood this.

"I originally planned to leave Beiqin within three years and go to 'Extreme North' after retreating." Yang Fan smiled wryly, "It's just that Beiqin is a mess and needs to be cleaned up."

King Butian nodded: "I understand King Yang's situation. Yuyang is our hometown, and there are too many things we cannot let go of."

Relatives, friends, teachers, disciples... and this haunting land.

"Actually...it's not just us, but also the three major monks of Beiqin who are looking forward to King Yang's exit."

Suddenly, King Butian's face became serious again.

"How do you say that?" Yang Fan was slightly taken aback.

"A few years before you left the customs, the three major monks of the Northern Qin Dynasty all sent the Yuanying monks to ask you when you would leave the customs, and even offered assistance to you, King Yang, to fight against the barbarians."

Butian King explained.

After Yang Fan finished listening, he pondered for a long time, and suddenly a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"what happened?"

"I suspect that the barbarians who came to Wuliu Town today to cause trouble may have some other purpose..."

Yang Fan pondered.

"You mean... Even the high-level officials in the desert of Huashan Mountain are paying attention to your retreat, even this is the instruction of the 'Black Wind Demon Emperor' himself!!"

Butian King couldn't help but gasped.

"What's so strange about this? I sent someone to pay attention to this person when I was fighting against the Sanyou old devil. This 'Black Wind Demon Emperor' can become the No. If you fail, you won’t investigate me as an unknown factor.”

Yang Fan was not surprised at all.

"Then King Yang, what should we do?" King Butian asked Zhengran.

Yang Fan's decision will represent the will of the entire Yuyang Kingdom.

"What else? Fighting, of course!!" Yang Fan's eyes flickered sharply: "Sweeping all enemies, only in this way can I leave Beiqin with peace of mind."

After listening to his words, King Butian couldn't help being moved, inexplicably excited.

Hu Fei beside him couldn't help but feel excited: "That's right, hit, hit hard, and sweep away all enemies."

Sweep all enemies.

This is Yang Fan's attitude.

Overbearing, tough, contempt for everything.

And it is built on the basis of strength.

"I believe that the three major monks will come to me soon, but before that, I still have one thing to do..."

Yang Fan smiled slightly, and took Hu Fei to another place.

Afterwards, the two went to Yangjiabao.

In the Yang Family Fort, Yang Lei had been promoted to a high-level Jindan 20 years ago.

Die Lian's cultivation base has long been approaching the high level of Nascent Soul.

In this way, it is very warm for Yang Fan to be reunited with his younger brother and younger sister.

Die Lian asked narrowly: "When will sister Yuxi be brought over?"

Yang Fan sighed, and just said: "Go and see her in a while..."

It's a leisurely reunion in Yangjiabao for a few days.

It's just that Hu Fei finally couldn't bear it anymore and insisted on fighting with Yang Fan again.

Yang Lei, Die Lian and others were very interested in this, and even Luo Songheng, the poison king, wanted to come and watch the fun.

What else could Yang Fan say, he had to agree and let them watch the battle.

These people were mainly curious about Yang Fan's strength.

After 50 years of retreat, they are not the only ones who are really interested in Yang Fan's strength.

Some hidden place hundreds of miles away from here.

A strange and unusual black wind swayed in place, and two people fell from it.

A man and a woman turned out to be Ye Han, and the petrified young man with purple pupils.

Immediately, the strange black wind shook, revealing a blurry man in a black robe and cloak.

His existence is extraordinary, as if he is in a black hole, mysterious, treacherous, unknown, and powerful.

"Teacher, Ni Fei is dead, at the hands of Yang Fan..."

Ye Han saluted the mysterious man in the black wind with a slightly panicked voice.

"Only the two of you came back, of course he died." The voice from the black wind was empty and cold, as if without any emotion.

After finishing speaking, he raised his hand and shot out a black flame, which merged into the petrified statue.

In an instant, the petrified statue peeled off, revealing the pale young man with purple pupils inside.

If Yang Fan was here, he would be extremely surprised that his petrification supernatural power was easily dispelled by this person.

"Master Demon Emperor."

The young man with purple eyes trembled, and immediately knelt down to salute.

It is unbelievable that a dignified Yuanying high-ranking person actually kneels down on his knees.

"Your soul has been poisoned, please ask the high priest in the tribe to heal you after you go back."

The voice in the black wind was cold.

"Yes." The young man with purple pupils hastily agreed.

"Tell me about Yang Fan's actions." The man in the black wind asked for the first time.

Yehan was neither slow nor ill, and finished the story.

The mysterious man, with the cloak fluttering behind his back, and the black wind swaying around him, looked at a certain direction in the distance, and there was a different meaning in his words:

"There are still opponents in this Northern Qin land."

(Four more, or four more 12000 words, grit your teeth and stick to it...)
(End of this chapter)