Xianhong Road

Chapter 576
"My emperor proposes that the two parties each send a strongest person to represent hundreds of millions of monks and souls, to fight a life-and-death duel..."

"If the Beiqin side wins, our holy clan will surrender immediately. If our side wins, then the Beiqin side will immediately retreat."

The voice of the Black Wind Demon Emperor was empty and indifferent, spreading throughout a hundred miles.

The hundreds of thousands of monks in Beiqin all heard the truth.

Including the barbarian monks in the Peacock Temple, they all heard the declaration of war that shocked the sky.

Most of the three major monks of Beiqin and the high-ranking Nascent Soul were a little moved when they heard the words.

The last [-] elites of the barbarians retreated to the Peacock Temple. If they fought to the death, it would be of no benefit to either side.

"This Emperor represents the entire Nine Clans of Huashan Mountain. I don't know if there are hundreds of millions of monks and souls in the Northern Qin Dynasty. Will anyone dare to fight with me?"

Immediately, a war-like voice came from the mouth of the Black Wind Demon Emperor.

He was condescending, with dark and indifferent eyes, and swept the hundreds of thousands of troops on the field lightly, as if with a hint of disdain.

Declare war! !
Fight alone and challenge the most powerful person in Beiqin.

If the duel between two people can solve the problem, neither of them will go to war and fight with the lives of countless monks.

In an instant, hundreds of thousands of Beiqin cultivators fell silent.

All the high-ranking monks in Northern Qin set their sights on the three major monks and Yang Fan.

At this moment, only these few people are qualified to fight against the Black Wind Demon Emperor.

The remaining Nascent Souls are high-level, and there is almost no chance of winning.

However, more eyes were fixed on that stalwart and legendary figure.

In the Peacock Temple, one hundred thousand barbarian monks, including the three great celestial masters, all held their breath.

Dead silence.

Countless barbarian monks even shed tears.

They deeply understand that Lord Demon Emperor is making the final effort for the fate of countless souls and monks.

He tried to resolve the crisis of this genocide with his personal strength.

"A decisive battle? Yang hasn't played such a game for a long time..."

Yang Fan's face was calm, his eyes were calm, and he muttered to himself.

"Hahaha... Could it be that there is no one in the Thirteen Kingdoms of the Northern Qin Dynasty who dares to fight alone with the Emperor?"

The sneer of the Black Wind Demon Emperor spread throughout the audience.

This made Bei Qin's hundreds of thousands of monks look ugly.

Yes, is it true that no one can compete with the Northern Qin Alliance of Thirteen Kingdoms?
No, there must be.

More eyes were cast on the legendary man who was always so calm.

Suddenly, the Black Wind Demon Emperor's gaze turned to the man with all eyes gathered together: "Yang Fan, in the first confrontation in the ancient Liangcheng, you are not even half as good as the emperor. Do you dare to fight in front of our clan's temple today?"

Dare to fight?
The Black Wind Demon Emperor directly declared war on Yang Fan.

Whoa! !

The Thirteen Kingdoms of the Northern Qin Dynasty were in an uproar, their blood was boiling, their fighting spirit was greatly increased, and their eyes were filled with anticipation.

They firmly believe that the man who reversed the battle of fate with his own power will definitely live up to everyone's expectations.

At the same time, in the Peacock Temple, countless monks flew into the air, paying attention to this moment of profound significance.

The high-level people in Northern Qin knew that if Yang Fan did not accept the challenge, his image as a soul character would be greatly reduced, and the morale of the army of hundreds of thousands of monks would also drop.

The Black Wind Demon Emperor also knew that in the Thirteen-Nation Alliance, only Yang Fan could share the same status with him.

"Your Majesty the Demon Emperor, what a clever method."

Yang Fan opened his mouth slowly, then flew high into the sky, and looked back at the army of hundreds of thousands of monks: "I wonder if Yang can represent the entire Thirteen Kingdoms of the Northern Qin Dynasty in this battle? The outcome depends on this battle."

There was a dead silence on the court at first.

But at the next moment, hundreds of thousands of monks uttered a cry that shocked the sky and the earth: "Yes!!"

can! ! !
Of course! ! !
Countless voices turned into a torrent, gathering the voices of hundreds of thousands of monks.

It represents their expectations, their beliefs, and their passionate fighting spirit.

At this moment, Yang Fan's prestige was raised to an unbelievable level.

The voices of hundreds of thousands of monks scattered the clouds in the sky, entrusting the spiritual wishes of countless people to condense here.

Suddenly, Yang Fan felt that his spiritual fighting spirit had risen to an unprecedented peak.

The three monks looked a little ugly, but they all nodded to Yang Fan to express their agreement.

The Black Wind Demon Emperor stood high in the sky, facing the torrent and fighting spirit of the hundreds of thousands of monks' voices, his heart trembled slightly.

swoosh~~
Green light flowed around Yang Fan's body, and he flew high into the sky, facing off against the Black Wind Demon Emperor.

At this moment, even though he didn't have his feet on the ground, his feet were surrounded by khaki light waves that were hard to see with the naked eye.

In the middle stage of his promotion to Yangen, his dependence on the earth has decreased a bit.

Calm and heavy and elegant and natural, two completely different breaths rippling on Yang Fan's body for the first time.

Under the support of the spiritual wishes of hundreds of thousands of monks, Yang Fan felt that his spiritual conception faintly touched a certain familiar level.

Yes, that's the Celestial Mode.

Since practicing Xianhong Jue, Yang Fan has experienced three levels of heaven and man.

Every time, he will have a breakthrough on the spiritual level.

It's a pity that this time it was a time of great war, it was impossible to return to nature, and an opportunity was missed.

However, if it weren't for the background of this environment, Yang Fan would not be able to faintly touch this level again.

The Black Wind Demon Emperor's pupils contracted, and Yang Fan at this moment actually gave himself an illusion of vastness and infinity.

If you can really step into this realm completely, in He Luo's words, it is more than enough to traverse the human world.

At a certain moment, Yang Fan even closed his eyes to get a deeper understanding of that level.

However, how could the Black Wind Demon Emperor make him happy.

"Today's battle is about the fate of countless monks and souls. Fellow Daoist Yang must be cautious."

As soon as the Black Wind Demon Emperor finished speaking, a strange black wind blew up within a radius of [-] zhang, tearing everything fiercely.

The green light stream and earth-colored light stream around Yang Fan flickered for a while, and suddenly dimmed, like a candle in a storm, which will be extinguished at any time.

He opened his eyes suddenly, kicked the void with one foot, and a wave of earth-colored light oscillated, colliding with the black strange wind.

The black strange wind immediately weakened, but the black wind demon emperor's unique and profound skills, and the inheritance cloak behind his back slightly swelled, blessing this power to the limit.

Swipe!Swish!
He moves like a ghost, moving like lightning in the black wind, making people dizzy.

Yang Fan took out the peng feather fan and waved it with a "pop", the golden fan shadow annihilated the strange wind where it passed.

I don't know why, Yang Fan is just passive defense, not moving.

The Black Wind Demon Emperor launched continuous attacks on him, but he resolved them one by one.

At a certain moment, the peng feather fan even dismantled and turned into sharp golden blades, swirling around Yang Fan's body, severing the attacks of the Black Wind Demon Emperor.

The Black Wind Demon Emperor noticed Yang Fan's abnormality.

The other party seems to want to use this opportunity to touch a new spiritual level.

No, we must stop him.

A black pocket appeared in the hands of the Black Wind Demon Emperor, and mana was suddenly poured into it.

All of a sudden, the surrounding wind howled, shrouded in black light, and everything was pulled towards the pocket.

Yang Fan was taken aback. The pocket in the opponent's hand was obviously an ancient treasure, and it was extremely magical.

He stood in mid-air, his body moved faintly towards the pocket.

If you stand on the spot and resist, under Huashen, no one will be able to resist.

After all, it is a single magical power contained in an ancient treasure.

Swish!
The silver glow of the Xiangyun boots under Yang Fan's feet trembled, leading him to quickly escape from the envelop of the mysterious pocket.

The pockets in the hands of the Black Wind Demon Emperor suddenly swelled, and a jet of black flames, like the wind and fire, chased after Yang Fan with a "swoosh".

Yang Fan couldn't dodge it, and manipulated the golden light blade with the bone handle of the peng feather fan in his hand to collide with the strange black flame.

Chi Lala~~~
The black lacquered wind flame was torn to shreds immediately, but it still blew towards Yang Fan as if spiritually.

Yang Fan suddenly felt a sense of crisis, and brown light armor condensed all over his body, and the peng feather fan regrouped, and the fan-shaped golden light swelled up, slapping together with the black lacquer flame.

With a sound of "Pu La", the dark flame was finally extinguished.

Yang Fan's face froze, and the peng feather fan was dismantled again, forming a pair of golden wings behind his back.

Immediately, the golden wings disappeared in a flash, appearing in the sky above the Black Wind Demon Emperor.

I saw an extra gold brick in Yang Fan's hand that shone with faint golden light patterns.

This gold brick is composed of eight Fangtian Jinming brick parts, releasing a thick and long-lasting breath.

Yang Fan injected mana, and the entire gold brick burst into a brilliant golden light that soared to the sky, covering up the light of the sun, making everything look dim.

The expression of the Black Wind Demon Emperor suddenly changed, the huge square brick above his head was oppressed by thousands of brilliant golden lights, making it difficult for him to move every step of the way.

Swish! !

The brilliant golden bricks like a hill, after a flash, almost the next moment, they smashed towards them.

He felt shuddering, and the inheritance cloak flicked on his back, and disappeared from the spot.

However, the brilliant golden brick flickered again, like a teleportation, followed like a shadow, and hit the top of the head again in the blink of an eye.

what! ! !
A trace of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

The power of this Fangtian Jinming brick is much stronger than that of ordinary ancient treasures, and its supernatural power is almost no less than that of psychic magic treasures.

Swish!

He had to move and disappear again.

At a certain moment, Yang Fan made a tactic with both hands, and the light and shadow overlapped on the brilliant golden brick, and a floating shadow of the golden brick covered the Black Wind Demon Emperor like lightning.

The Black Wind Demon Emperor shook his body and let out a muffled grunt. The black light cluster around his body swelled, half of the attack was removed.

However, the floating shadow of the golden brick enveloped him, and a terrifying force of gravity was transmitted.

Jin Mingzhuan's body is still in the sky, with golden patterns flashing. In this way, it oppresses him a little bit.

The magic formula in Yang Fan's hand changed rapidly, and the magic power in his body was rapidly passing away.

The Black Wind Demon Emperor's face was gloomy and cold, and the black light cluster around his body radiated deeper, barely absorbing most of the gravity.

Afterwards, his figure disappeared again and appeared beside Yang Fan.

The inheritance cloak that emerged from the antique texture suddenly trembled, and a chilly aura enveloped Yang Fan.

Yang Fan's eyebrows twitched, feeling a fatal crisis.

For the Black Wind Demon Emperor, the most dangerous thing for him is the mysterious cloak that inherits the treasure.

With the flick of the inheritance cloak, a strange black wind covered the hood almost at the same time, without any chance to dodge.

pfft~~~
The brown light armor on Yang Fan's body trembled violently, suddenly dimmed, and disintegrated in the blink of an eye.

At this critical juncture, he opened his mouth and spit out a tadpole-like white seedling, which collided with the strange black wind.

(Second update... Four consecutive updates for eleven days, mentally exhausted, originally wanted to take a break during the middle of the month, but today I still have to grit my teeth and persist. The update must be worthy of the support of readers... Probably there are not many readers with monthly passes. There are even some book friends who have just registered as VIPs to support the official genuine version of the starting point, unable to generate monthly tickets, and are powerless. Then readers who have such a heart, please send some recommendation tickets, fast food is still grateful...)

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