Xianhong Road

Chapter 578
"Blood Taboo Purgatory Book!!!"

The eyes of the ancestor of blood refinement were filled with shock and astonishment.

How could this psychic weapon in the legend of the Blood Demon Dao fall into Yang Fan's hands?
He originally owned the imitation blood-forbidden purgatory book. Compared with the skeleton blood book in front of him, the aura is very different, so it is natural to judge whether it is true or not.

As soon as the words fell, the skeleton blood book in Yang Fan's hand flowed blood-colored crystals, and he even poured blood essence and magic power into it.

When a large amount of blood and mana was poured into the book, the entire skeleton blood book was suddenly suspended in the sky, and the powerful blood light burst out, tearing apart the terrifying black wind around it.

Swish...

The first page of the blood book was opened.

An extremely cold and gloomy bloody aura immediately filled the surrounding area for several miles.

With a sound of "噗咚", the blood-colored waves like a torrent covered ten miles in an instant, colliding with the mighty power of the inheritance cloak covering the sky and covering the sun.

In this case, Yang Fan consumed a lot of mana and lost a lot of blood.

His resilience is extremely strong, and mana doesn't care.However, the loss of essence and blood cannot be recovered in a short time.

Yang Fan was as pale as the Black Wind Demon Emperor.

After all, he didn't let Shi Qianhan make a move. This was a kind of intuition in the layout.

Shi Qianhan had to maintain a certain combat power first, just in case.

"Psychic magic weapon..." The Black Wind Demon Emperor looked at the skeleton blood book in front of Yang Fan, his pupils shrank, "It's still the blood forbidden purgatory book."

The first page of the skeleton blood book is mainly about restrictions and siege, which greatly weakens the opponent's strength.

Therefore, this monstrous wave of blood only offset part of the power of the inherited black cloak, and also restricted it.

In this way, Yang Fan's pressure was reduced a little.

However, how could the Black Wind Demon Emperor allow him to fulfill his wish? With a tactic in his hand, blood essence continued to pour into the shadowy sky.

Countless black blades and terrifying winds swept towards Yang Fan.

A full-range enveloping attack and a short-distance teleportation are completely meaningless.

Yang Fan can choose to escape, at least there is more than [-]% hope.

However, he certainly can't do that.

At this moment, it is the decisive battle between the two most powerful men, the Northern Qin Alliance and the Xishan barbarians.

It was a duel under the watchful eyes of hundreds of thousands of monks.

If you run away, it is tantamount to admitting defeat...

Swish...

The second page of the blood book was opened.

Boom~~
The blood wave intensified a bit, and the blood cloud churned in the sky above the blood-colored space, shaking the dark curtain that covered the sky and the sun.

And from the tumbling blood cloud, there are countless blood-colored ghosts floating, baring their teeth and claws.

Countless blood-colored ghosts densely swarmed towards the Black Wind Demon Emperor without fear of death.

The Black Wind Demon Emperor gasped, his scalp numb in front of thousands of bloody ghosts.

I had to divide some of the black wind blades and gang winds to tear those bloody ghosts into pieces.

However, there were still some bloody ghosts who "resurrected" from the blood wave and continued to kill the Black Wind Demon Emperor.

All the dead things in the bloody space, unless they are completely annihilated, it is difficult to really kill them.

Just tearing into several pieces or even crushing them is not enough to kill.

Hundreds of thousands of monks outside the arena, including a few Nascent Soul monks who are malleable, all stared at the scene here with horror on their faces.

This is a duel between the inherited spiritual treasure and the psychic magic weapon.

In the land of Northern Qin, no matter whether it is an inheritance spirit treasure or a psychic magic weapon, it has never been seen for thousands of years.

But at this moment, these two existences beyond ancient treasures appeared in the hands of two peak powerhouses at the same time.

Swish...

Suddenly, the third page of the blood book was opened.

The blood waves rolled and swayed, and from the blood waves, bloody skeletons came out one by one.

Tens of thousands of blood-colored skeletons headed towards the Black Wind Demon Emperor.

On the blood cloud above the head, there are countless blood-colored ghosts, and in the blood-colored waves below, there are endless blood-colored skeletons.

What's even more frightening is that three of the blood-colored skeletons have reached the Nascent Soul level in strength.

Two of them are two feet tall, with pale white flames flickering in their eye sockets, and holding blood swords, their aura is astonishing.

In the Scarlet Purgatory space, their strength can be increased a lot, which is enough to make people in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul fearful.

And the third giant blood-colored skeleton is even more terrifying, with a height of three feet, with purple fire in its eye sockets, and a black sickle in its hand.

The blood-colored skeleton with purple eyes glowed, and its cultivation had reached the level of a great monk in the later period.

In the scope of this film, his strength can almost faintly suppress the general late monks.

Whoosh! !
Three tyrannical Nascent Soul-level skeletons led an army of tens of thousands of blood-colored skeletons to kill the Black Wind Demon Emperor.

The Black Wind Demon Emperor suddenly felt creepy, and had an unprecedented illusion of isolation.

He couldn't care about Yang Fan at all, and manipulated the countless sharp blades and terrifying winds under the shady scene to confront these bloody dead things.

Chilla-

The purple fire and blood skeleton, with the blood-colored giant sword in its hand, drew out pieces of blood-colored storms, "going against the current", and getting closer little by little.

Most of Yang Fan's mind was used to control the skeleton blood book, so of course he was unable to participate in the battle.

Yang Fan controlled the blood wave and squeezed the Black Wind Demon Emperor, bringing him unprecedented pressure.

The Black Wind Demon Emperor did not show any weakness, and the Black Wind that spread for ten miles also oppressed Yang Fan.

In the end, when the Purple Fire Blood Skeleton came before the Black Wind Demon Emperor, his complexion changed drastically, mana and blood in his body were crazily lost, which made the sharp blade and wind under the shady scene even stronger.

Yang Fan also continued to consume blood and mana to confront him.

As the battle continued, both of them turned pale and their vitality was severely injured.

Yang Fan's color flickered, it seemed that the Black Wind Demon Emperor had no intention of defeating him, but only wanted to consume his mana.

However, the other party probably underestimated his resilience and Shi Qianhan's combat power.

"No, if things go on like this, even if the winner is decided, the two of them may be seriously injured, and even lose their cultivation..."

Both the Northern Qin and the barbarians exclaimed.

"stop--"

At this moment, a clear and overwhelming voice came from the Peacock Temple.

When this pressure came, the three major monks of Northern Qin Dynasty all changed their colors.

This coercion is really powerful, even surpassing that of the Great Cultivator.

Could it be that in this peacock temple, there are hidden powerhouses in the stage of transforming into gods?
call out--

A ray of colorful light flashed across the sky.

The next moment, a noble woman with colorful peacocks blooming on her head appeared in the middle of the battle between the two peak powerhouses.

Her speed was two times faster than that of Nascent Soul cultivator, and she appeared here in a flash.

It was almost too late for Bei Qin's high-level officials to stop them.

Seeing everything in her hand, a flash of seven-color glare slashed down, hitting the bloody light and black curtain covering a radius of ten miles below.

Boom~~~
The two people who were fighting were shocked, their magic power was interrupted, and they took back the magic weapon in their hands at the same time.

thump! !

The Black Wind Demon Emperor fell to the ground, and the black curtain that covered the sky and the sun turned into a dark cloak and came back behind him.

With his vital energy and blood damaged, he is already powerless, and needs at least a few years of recuperation before he can recover to his peak.

Yang Fan's figure faltered, he was about to fall, and he barely stabilized his figure.

Swish!
The Blood Taboo Purgatory Book disappeared into the void out of thin air.

Yang Fan was also seriously injured.

However, the Xianhong Jue he practiced made his physique stronger, and his vitality was almost unlimited.

Therefore, although he lost a lot of essence, blood and mana, it was only a temporary collapse.

And during the battle, he also recovered some mana.

At this moment, he still has two or three points of combat strength, which is much stronger than the Black Wind Demon Emperor.

"Your Excellency Yehan?"

Yang Fan raised his head reluctantly, narrowed his eyes slightly, and stared at the luxurious woman who was tall and exuding supreme coercion.

It looks the same as Yehan.

However, the seven-colored peacock light and shadow bloomed on the top of this girl's head, and her cultivation base was even promoted to the peak of Nascent Soul.

Judging from the aura exuded by the girl now, she is almost invincible to the high-level Nascent Soul, and even comparable to the God Transformation stage.

shuh~~
The luxurious woman waved her jade hand, and a ray of sunlight swept away the Black Wind Demon Emperor, and sent him back to the Peacock Temple ten or twenty miles away.

Yang Fan sucked in a breath of cold air, just showing such supernatural powers, I am afraid that even the stage of transforming gods will be moved.

Although his strength has not fully entered the stage of transforming gods, his supernatural powers are obviously not something that lower realm monks can possess.

Yang Fan stared carefully at the colorful peacock light and shadow above the luxurious woman's head, and felt a completely irresistible high-level power.

"Human monk, how dare you kill all the people who believe in colorful peacocks, and insult the holy maiden of the temple even more, let me kill you today, and give peace to the people of the lower realm..."

That luxurious woman had Yehan's face and appearance, but she made a cold and ruthless voice that resounded for thousands of miles.

The invisible coercion has further climbed on this woman, surpassing the shackles of the Nascent Soul Stage a little bit.

The breath became more and more terrifying, shocking hundreds of thousands of monks on the field.

The expressions of the three great monks who were one of the few in the Northern Qin Dynasty changed dramatically.

"No, this may be the rumored priest of the Peacock Temple, the 'Peacock Immortal Driver', who guides the distracted possession of the Peacock Immortal from the upper realm, thereby producing terrifying and unpredictable power."

Sanqing Loose Cultivator said inexplicably in shock.

"This technique is said to have appeared [-] years ago, but it's just a rumor. I didn't expect it to appear."

After the three monks finished speaking, they hurriedly flew towards Yang Fan.

Yang Fan must not die, otherwise, after this battle, how can they compete with the Black Wind Demon Emperor?

However, as soon as the three monks moved, the three barbarian masters immediately came up to them and entangled them.

Hu Fei tried his best to rush towards Saintess Yehan, but was restrained by another Nascent Soul Master in the temple.

As for the rest of the high-level people, even if they passed, it would have no effect.

"Everyone, retreat a hundred miles!!"

Yu Lin looked indifferent, and immediately sent an order to let the army retreat.

When the peak powerhouses at this level show up, the existence below the Nascent Soul Great Cultivator will only become cannon fodder.

"Hehe, Your Excellency is not Saintess Yehan. Even if you raise your cultivation level to the level close to the stage of transforming gods, if you want to kill me, I'm afraid it's impossible."

Yang Fan stared at the luxurious woman with a smile.

Swish! !

A tall and indifferent figure appeared behind Yang Fan.

It was Shi Qianhan, who held the Mohuang sword in his hand, exuding a powerful magic power.

"Hahaha... how about a small human being in the stage of transforming into a god? If this body is not too fragile, what's the difficulty even in the stage of fusion?"

While Saintess Yehan was laughing wildly, her aura suddenly rose, and she even broke through to the stage of transforming gods in one fell swoop, and even rose to the top.

There was a hint of a conspiracy smile on the corner of Yang Fan's mouth.

At this moment, a cold bloody light appeared in the void above Saintess Yehan's head...

(The 5th update is here.. Originally, I wanted to do the [-]th update, but I am extremely tired and powerless. It is better to have a monthly pass to support it. If you don’t have a monthly pass, just recommend it.)
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