Xianhong Road

Chapter 562 Ancient Cool City

For thousands of years.

The State of Zhao has always been the Thirteen Kingdoms of the Northern Qin Dynasty, the leading superpower.

There are the ruins of the ancient battlefield, and the only sword cultivator in the Northern Qin Dynasty, the Lingxiaoxian Sword Gate.

In the Thirteen Kingdoms of the Northern Qin Dynasty, the Lingxiao Immortal Sword Sect has a detached status, and generally does not participate in the struggle for hegemony and the world of cultivating immortals.

For the battle between Sanqingmen and Xuelianzong, Lingxiao Xianjianmen is neutral.

In the past, the little Yuyang country was just a subsidiary country of Ling Xiaoxian's sword gate.

It wasn't until the rise of Yang Fan and Sanyou old devil that this fate was broken.

But it is undeniable that the strength of Zhao Guo and the transcendent existence of Lingxiao Xianjianmen.

However, in recent decades, millions of miles of land in the Zhao Kingdom have been brutally attacked by wars and invaded by barbarian monks.

Of course, Lingxiao Xianjianmen stepped forward, united with Sanqingmen, Xuelianzong, and the power of thirteen countries to resist the nine tribes of barbarians.

But even so, it couldn't stop the barbarians from Xishan.

Especially after the "Black Wind Demon Emperor" came out, the battle was overwhelming.

In recent years, more than [-]% of Zhao's land has been captured, and all sects of cultivating immortals have been destroyed or fled.

A superpower with millions of miles of rivers and mountains has fallen to such a point.

It is conceivable that when the barrier of the Zhao country is surpassed, how can the other countries be destroyed?

On this day, in the last base of Zhao Kingdom, Ancient Liang City... two new reinforcements from Yuyang Kingdom arrived.

Yang Fan looked up at the ancient city in the distance, where the vicissitudes of time had accumulated, and an inexplicable feeling arose in his heart.

Ancient Liang City, said to be a dilapidated fairy city left over from the ancient times, has a radius of four to five hundred miles.

The former fairy city, after experiencing ancient wars and hundreds of thousands of years of wind and rain, is more like a ruined wall.

However, it has now become the heavy mission to shoulder the final base of Zhao State.

According to Feng Xi, there are 50 monks guarding this ancient cool city at the moment. These are not only the remaining elite monks from the Zhao Kingdom, but also reinforcements from all over the Northern Qin and Thirteen Kingdoms.

It is hard for Yang Fan to imagine what kind of fate the "Yuyang Kingdom" that is adjacent to the Zhao Kingdom will face when the "Ancient Liang City" is breached.

It is because of the existence of this city that it has resisted most of the attacks of the nine barbarian tribes and saved Yuyang Kingdom from the flames of war.

Yang Fan took a deep breath, his eyes gradually became sharper.

Due to reason and reason, he must participate in this war, and he must sweep the barbarians, not only to repel them, but also to scare them.

Only in this way can he move to the extreme north, the inner sea, Daqin and other places with peace of mind, and embark on the journey of searching for "Tianyi soul water".

When the "Ancient Liang City" in the field of vision gradually approached, Yang Fan also sensed a murderous aura of gold and iron.

Expand your spiritual consciousness, not to mention seeing a certain direction in the ancient Liangcheng, there are tens of thousands of monks fighting in the sky.

It was the barbarians and the Thirteen Kingdoms Alliance, each with two high-ranking Nascent Souls and more than a dozen high-ranking Golden Cores, and a large-scale confrontation took place outside Guliang City.

In the battle of tens of thousands of monks, the aura fluctuates, and it can be clearly felt from a long distance, which is thrilling.

The dazzling brilliance of magic weapons, from a distance, looks like fireworks all over the sky, it is so beautiful.

However, Yang Fan's consciousness clearly saw countless bloody corpses and heard countless screams of despair...

Brutal... Bloody... Chaos...

Only when he is in battle can he experience his tragedy and helplessness.

However, from a distance, he is still so beautiful, or poignant.

"The barbarians are attacking again. Fortunately, there are no big monks to fight. Otherwise, it will definitely be a full-scale attack."

Feng Xi sighed softly.

Under the leadership of the three Nascent Souls, Yang Fan and Hu Fei approached the ancient Liangcheng.

Before flying into the range of ten miles, a group of monks suddenly flew in front, about 20 people, the leader of the group was an old man in civilian clothes, with wrinkled face and gray beard, he was actually a great golden core monk.

"who?"

The golden core monk's spiritual consciousness swept over the crowd, and his face changed slightly. The people who came were all high-level Nascent Souls, and three of them knew each other.

However, as required by their duties, they still have to come and question them.

Because before, it happened that a barbarian monk disguised himself as a high-level member of the Thirteen-Nation Alliance, and then launched a tactic of internal cooperation and external cooperation.

"So it's Elder Feng, who are these two?"

The old man in civilian clothes and flower beard who led the team glanced at Yang Fan and Hu Fei, especially feeling the terrifying aura of the latter.

Elder Feng Xi introduced with a smile: "These two are fellow Daoist Yang and fellow Daoist Hu from Yuyang Immortal City, and they came to help us fight against the barbarians.

"Yuyang Country?" The eyes of the old man with the flower beard flashed, and he asked excitedly, "Which one is Senior Yang Fanyang?"

He looked at Yang Fan and Hu Fei, and his eyes quickly fixed on Yang Fan.

Yang Fan smiled slightly: "What advice do you have?"

"You are...Senior Yang?" The old man with flower beard was extremely excited, his voice trembled slightly, and his eyes were full of anticipation and excitement.

"You are finally... out of customs."

The old man with the beard was almost in tears, his eyes were red, and he seemed to see infinite hope in his eyes.

Yang Fan was a little taken aback.

"The little old man is a monk of the Seven Sects of the Jin Kingdom. Fifty years ago, in Luoshan Kingdom, I saw my senior show his supernatural power and compete with the blood-refining ancestor. Afterwards, the senior did not retreat and did not hear from him."

There was a trace of nostalgia and shock on the face of the old man with flower beard.

As a person of that era, he deeply understood the horror of the legendary man in front of him.

The body of the old man with the flower beard trembled slightly, his eyes were rosy, and he looked deeply at Yang Fan: "It is rumored that you are the only one who can save Bei Qin's current situation, and the little old man also firmly believes this."

"Now, you are finally out..."

The old man with flower beard was inexplicably excited, and the hope and fighting spirit in his eyes grew stronger.

He seemed to see the dawn in the darkness.

At the end, the old man with flower beard bowed to Yang Fanchang.

A pair of monks behind him, more than [-] people, looked excited, and bowed deeply to Yang Fan in unison.

"Fellow Daoist is serious, Yang will do his best. I am not only fighting to help Bei Qin, but also fighting for my homeland."

Yang Fan quickly raised his hand, and a gentle force lifted them up.

Saying goodbye to the old man with the beard, Feng Xi gave Yang Fan a complicated look, and led him into the ancient cool city.

And the team of patrolling monks behind him, looking at Yang Fan's leaving back with the old man with flower beards, bowed again, with infinite hope and admiration in his eyes.

After the backs of Yang Fan and five people disappeared completely, a young foundation-building monk behind him asked puzzledly: "Senior Ning, why do you respect him so much? Could it be that he can really change the overall situation of this battle of fate."

"Yes, definitely." Senior Ning took a deep breath: "Only in that era can you understand how terrible he is."

"In the tens of thousands of years of Northern Qin's history, he is the only one who beheaded the Nascent Soul Great Cultivator and enjoyed such an honor."

"Fifty years ago, he was at least shoulder to shoulder with the three major monks, and he was a forgotten legend. Now, he has retreated for 50 years, and if he comes out again, he will definitely become a key figure in reversing this war."

After listening to Senior Ning's explanation, all the monks in the back showed expressions of admiration and longing.

After a while, Yang Fan and others entered the ancient cool city.

Elder Feng Xi arranged an elegant guest room for Yang Fan and Hu Fei, and at the same time sent someone to report to the three major monks of Northern Qin Dynasty.

Later, someone came to report that the three major monks and other high-level officials were discussing important matters, and they did not receive guests for the past few days.

When Hu Fei heard this, he couldn't help being furious: "Damn it, what kind of three big monks with bird eggs don't even see us."

"Maybe they are really discussing something important, and they can't report it."

Yang Fan remained calm.

Feng Xi smiled apologetically: "Forgive me, I suffered a defeat a few days ago and lost two fellow Nascent Souls. The three major monks and other high-level officials have been discussing in the secret room."

"Not in a hurry." Yang Fan nodded and said, "I just arrived in Guliangcheng, so I still need to understand some situations."

That night, an afterimage flashed in.

"See King Against Heaven."

The person who came was a young man with an extremely ordinary appearance, kneeling in front of Yang Fan.

"Report the situation here." Yang Fan said casually.

"...A few days ago, 'Feng Wujue', one of the three major monks, was injured by the Black Wind Demon Emperor. I heard that the situation is very serious. At present, we are trying to save it with the strength of more than a dozen Nascent Soul experts."

"What's wrong with Feng Wujue's injury, so that it needs to be rescued by combining the strength of a dozen Nascent Soul experts?"

Yang Fan's complexion changed slightly, feeling the seriousness of the matter.

Feng Wujue, nicknamed "Lingxiao Sword Immortal", is one of the three great monks of the Northern Qin Dynasty.

It is said that he is the only swordsman among the three monks, and he is also the most powerful in attack.

"The situation is very serious. It is said that the Black Wind Demon Emperor was also stabbed by his attack. I am afraid the injury is not serious."

Youth report.

"Is there any other related news?"

"Yes, and it's related to the king."

"Oh?"

"In the ancient Liangcheng, some monks rumored that only you, the king, can save the current situation of the Northern Qin Dynasty by participating in the battle."

Youth Network reported that there was a trace of admiration in Yang Fan's eyes.

"It's not just someone who said that." Yang Fan sneered, as if he didn't care.

After the members of the Dark Blood Dynasty retreated, Yang Fan murmured to himself: "Any one of the three major monks in the Northern Qin Dynasty is also a person who affects the fate of the war. Feng Wujue must not die."

Then, he closed his eyes, and his soul root merged into the earth.

After a few breaths, the soul root roamed the entire land where the ancient Liangcheng was located.

Use the soul root to integrate the senses of the earth to control the general situation of the entire ancient Liangcheng with a radius of five hundred miles.

The radius is five hundred miles.

Even the great monk Nascent Soul cannot have such a wide range of senses.

However, Yang Fan, who roamed the earth with his soul root, did it, although he only knew the general situation.

At this moment, all the existences at the Nascent Soul level in the ancient cool city had a slight feeling.

However, they cannot perceive the soul root that is fused with the earth.

Soon, Yang Fan's soul root senses were accurate to a certain place and froze.

This is a secret room under the mansion in the center of the ancient cool city.

In the secret room, the atmosphere is oppressive, and more than a dozen Nascent Soul powerhouses gather.

Sitting cross-legged on the futon in the center was a handsome young man with gray hair, closed eyes, and a bloodless face.

More than a dozen Nascent Soul powerhouses joined forces to inject mana into his body.

Yang Fan's soul root sense just touched this place, and two of them, one old man in green robes and the other old man in white clothes, changed their colors at the same time and shouted softly:

"who!!"

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