Xianhong Road

Chapter 580
The colorful peacock light and shadow above Saintess Yehan's head burst into dazzling brilliance and became more solid.

The aura emanating from this power instantly raised it to the level of the stage of becoming a god.

When the cultivation base was promoted to the stage of transforming gods, the spiritual energy within a thousand miles formed countless vortexes, rushing towards the saint of Yehan. Such a momentum should be shocking to the world.

Yang Fan's complexion changed slightly, his figure slowly fell to the ground, his feet stuck into the soil like roots, and a steady stream of power poured into his body.

At this moment, the strength of Saintess Yehan is already comparable to that of the Sanyou old devil who was possessed by the demon god back then.

If there is no peerless thing like Wushuang Broken Sword, it may be very difficult to defeat her.

However, Yang Fan's feet are on the ground at this moment, his soul root has merged into the earth, his power is continuous, and the green seed of life has also differentiated into countless green streams to restore his essence, energy and blood.

His strong physique and vitality brought him incredible resilience.

He didn't leave immediately, but narrowed his eyes, looking at the void above Saintess Yehan's head.

The void was gradually stained with a layer of blood, and expanded and spread little by little.

It's just that Saintess Yehan's mighty and majestic momentum aroused the vortex of spiritual energy within a thousand miles, but she didn't notice it.

hum~~
At a certain moment, the colorful peacock light and shadow on the head of Saint Yehan turned into a real entity, releasing a terrifying breath that suffocated the audience.

The seven-color peacock feathers are raised high, extending more than ten feet, the whole body is shining with glazed luster, the eyes are arrogant, and the figure is beautiful and elegant.

This is a colorful peacock tens of feet long, gorgeous and dazzling to the extreme, eclipsing everything around it, as if adding all the beautiful colors of the world to it.

Deeply aware of the turmoil of the vast spiritual energy between the heaven and the earth and the magnificent arrogance that stands high above, several Nascent Soul monks fighting on the field stopped fighting at the same time and looked at this side.

The colorful peacock was successfully peeled off from the head of Saintess Yehan, and it existed in the world for a short time in the form of a "peacock fairy".

As for Saintess Yehan, her complexion was slightly pale, but her cultivation was still at the peak of Nascent Soul.

Peacock Immortal's supernatural sacrifice unexpectedly raised her cultivation base from the initial state to the peak of Nascent Soul.

That's all, as long as the cultivation base has not reached the stage of transforming gods, Yang Fan thinks he can still compete for one or two.

However, the Peacock Immortal who caused the vortex of spiritual energy for thousands of miles in the void has completely reached the level above the stage of transformation. No matter the level of cultivation or the magical powers he possesses, it is far beyond the range of anyone on the field.

Even if he holds the Wushuang Broken Sword in his hand at this moment, Yang Fan is only [-]% sure of killing her.

What's even more frightening is that the strength of the Peacock Immortal is still rising, even surpassing the strength he had when the demon head of the upper realm possessed the old demon Sanyou back then.

The dazzling colorful flower light and the earth-shattering aura turbulence concealed the spreading and expanding blood in the void.

That smear of blood began to expand from a small piece.

At the beginning, it was invading thousands of miles of void, and as the Peacock Immortal's strength improved, the bloody light also expanded.

Eight thousand miles... Ten thousand miles... Fifteen thousand miles... Twenty thousand miles! !
The more Peacock Immortal's strength increases, the more bloody color in the void will expand.

In the blood-colored void, a deep and infinite blood mist can be faintly seen, like an abyss, boundless...

At this moment, the radiant light aroused by the Peacock Immortal also appeared pale and colorless in front of the blood-colored void that covered the sky and covered the earth.

It is a taboo power that makes hundreds of millions of souls tremble.

Fifty years ago, in Yuyang country, it appeared once, and it even frightened the devil in the upper realm.

"what?!"

The noble and gorgeous Peacock Immortal suddenly looked up, and saw the bloody color that had infected the entire void for twenty thousand miles.

In the bottomless blood mist, a taboo force was released that made it tremble.

In the Peacock Temple, one hundred thousand barbarian monks were almost suffocated by it.

The three great celestial masters of the barbarians and the three great monks of the Northern Qin Dynasty all deeply felt the terrible pressure and signs, and they all had an ominous premonition.

bo~~~~
The [-]-mile blood-colored void trembled, and the fog became deeper.

From the void, a black hand holding the sky, three hundred feet long and two hundred feet wide, grabbed at the Peacock Immortal as if covering the sky and blocking out the sun.

"what……"

Peacock Immortal, who was still arrogant just now, has fear in his eyes.

scoff——

She turned into a beam of seven-color beams and flew hundreds of feet away.

However, a black vortex suddenly appeared in the palm of that Qingtianhei hand, and a huge suction came.

Peacock Fairy is like a drowning child, struggling desperately.

However, no matter how powerful she is, she can't break free from the huge black hand between heaven and earth.

huh~~~
With a sudden wave of the black hand that held the sky, the demonic energy screamed tens of thousands of miles away, carrying the power of shocking heaven and the world, and captured the Peacock Immortal at once.

"You... it's you..."

Peacock Immortal was pale, staring at the bloody void behind Qingtian Black Hand.

It is huge, in front of Qingtian Black Hand, it is like a small sparrow, pinched in the palm of the hand.

Hush——

The Qingtian black hand grabbed it, returned to the bloody mist, and disappeared.

Afterwards, the blood color that infested the void gradually faded away.

The Peacock Immortal, who was so proud and arrogant before, was captured by Qingtian's black hand who didn't know his origin, and fell into the abyss of nightmare.

Standing on the ground, Yang Fan was covered in cold sweat, but there was a trace of plot success in his eyes.

If Peacock Fairy did not strip Saintess Yehan, but assisted her to attack with the strength close to the stage of transformation, Yang Fan would probably have a lot of headaches.

"How is it possible... Peacock Fairy..."

Saintess Yehan stared blankly at the void, her face pale.

Fortunately, her cultivation at the moment is only approaching the stage of becoming a god, if not, the consequences...

The three great masters of barbarians and the three great masters of Beiqin also came to their senses at this moment, and continued to confront each other.

However, Feng Wujue and the others looked worriedly at Yang Fan.

At this moment, the aura on Saintess Yehan's body is far superior to that of ordinary great monks, and her cultivation level is approaching the stage of transforming into a god. Can Yang Fan, who has just gone through a battle and has been severely injured, cope with it?
"Yang Fan..." A trace of shame and indignation flashed in Ye Han's eyes, and she looked at Yang Fan with hatred.

The scene of being captured and humiliated by Yang Fan in ancient Liangcheng a few years ago seems to be still vivid in his memory.

In the past, his strength was not enough, and he couldn't think of revenge at all.

However, after passing through the Peacock Immortal Driving before, her cultivation level was promoted to the peak of the Nascent Soul in a short period of time. Facing Yang Fan who was seriously injured, she would naturally not let it go.

Yang Fan stood on the ground, looking at her with a smile: "This is the plan of the Black Wind Demon Emperor? It's a pity that you underestimated Yang's strength, let alone that stupid peacock fairy..."

"Let me kill you today and avenge the death of thousands of barbarian monks!!"

With a wave of Yehan's jade hand, a seven-colored glare shot towards Yang Fan.

"Then who will avenge the countless Beiqin cultivators who died?"

Yang Fan smiled sarcastically, and the light yellow crystal light flashed all over his body, and his body became integrated into the earth.

boom! !

The seven-color glare hit the ground, and a bottomless pothole suddenly appeared, and the cracks spread tens of feet like a spider's web.

"Your opponent...is me."

A cold voice came from beside her.

Shi Qianhan held the Mohuang Sword in his hand, and looked at her faintly.

Saint Yehan's expression changed, and she said with a cold face: "Then I will kill you first!!"

After finishing speaking, she flicked her jade hand, and a group of colorful lights bombarded away.

The Mohuang sword in Shi Qianhan's hand soared by about ten feet, and the devil's energy was billowing, and the scarlet blue light flourished, and the sword struck the seven-color light group.

Boom~~
An astonishing force knocked him into the air, and the Mohuang Sword whined, and almost got out of his hand.

Shi Qianhan was stunned, and spit out a mouthful of blood in mid-air, looking unbelievable.

The power of the Saintess Yehan is really terrifying, almost comparable to that of the God Transformation Stage.

In the land of Northern Qin, during the Nascent Soul Stage, I am afraid that no one can compete with it.

Seeing this scene, the three major monks and the three celestial masters who were fighting each other had different expressions.

"His Royal Highness, kill this person, and our barbarian army can launch a massive counterattack."

The black robe Mu Tianshi laughed, very proud.

The faces of the three monks were gloomy, and their momentum was immediately suppressed.

"Hmph, it's just a high level of strength, and it hasn't reached the real Nascent Soul peak, so Shi won't be afraid of you."

Shi Qianhan laughed coldly, and the Mohuang Sword in his hand drew a startling scarlet blue glow in the void, carrying sword energy all over the sky, and slashed in front of Saintess Yehan.

"Just try it and you'll know."

Sacred girl Yehan's eyes showed sarcasm, her jade hand swirled in front of her, and a three-foot-long peacock feather appeared in her hand.

This is a blue peacock light feather, and the sound of the wind resounds from the whole body.

Seeing her wave lightly, the peacock's light feathers shone with a dazzling blue light, and a swirling blue light swept away the red-blue sword light cut by Mohuang Sword.

puff! !
The cyan light wind was torn apart, and the figure of Saint Yehan receded slightly, and the aftermath of a little sword energy was melted by the dazzling colorful light all over her body.

"Even if you have a psychic weapon, you are not my opponent."

The peacock crown on Saintess Yehan's head bloomed with dazzling brilliance, her jade hands were intertwined on her chest, and her face was dignified and holy.

Shi Qianhan suddenly felt a terrifying power, and remembered the terrifying power released by the peacock phoenix crown on the peacock demon's head that day.

Buzz——

In an instant, the peacock crown on Saintess Yehan's head shot out thousands of dazzling lights, and a lifelike colorful peacock was faintly visible in the center.

Invisibly, a voice similar to Fengming came.

Shi Qianhan subconsciously flashed, but it was still a bit late.

More than a dozen bands of colored light passed through his body, and with a muffled grunt, he spat out another mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.

"let me help you!!"

At this moment, Hu Fei dealt with a senior Nascent Soul and rushed towards Shi Qianhan.

However, just as he flew somewhere, a hand stretched out from the soil layer and grabbed his ankle.

"Yang...Boss Yang..."

Hu Fei was astonished.

I saw Yang Fan's eyes were slightly closed, his qi and blood were very weak, but there was a strange mental fluctuation rippling on his body.

"Don't interfere."

Yang Fan slowly opened his eyes.

In his eyes, there is a pure greenness, and the feet are rippling with glittering earthy light, which is natural and thick.

At this moment, every movement and every detail of his seems to be in perfect harmony with the surrounding world.

"Devil...God...possessed...body..."

The empty and cold voice seemed to come from the abyss.

A man with the physique of a demon god stood up from the ground, proudly staring down at the aloof Saintess Yehan.

(One more to...)
(End of this chapter)